El brillo de ella: Sol
Digital painting painted in ibis paint x, originally made with pencil and paper. painting based on the poem written 100% by me titled “The shine of her: Sun”. It tells the story of the sun, and what it is like to be the governor of the dream forest, of what it contains, and the curse of her being born and shining for others, but not for herself. Part of my series of poems and paintings “Dream Forest”
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ESP (original) : (English translation below the spanish version)
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En el bosque todos anhelan redención, ansiando escapar de sus sombras, anhelan elevarse y hallar la dicha, renacer en un reino donde la noche no sea perpetua.
Aunque buscan el logro, sus corazones aman al causante de heridas, rinden tributo ciego a un ser apenas distinto del villano común, anhelando que su esencia resplandezca en el reino de almas ingenuas, que creen sin dudar en las primeras visiones.
Cada vez que ella fulgura, ninguna fuerza prevalece, brilla sin control propio, su resplandor impresiona a la muerte y la desafía, un brillo que infunde temor, las almas potentes la subyugan, mas ella domina a las frágiles.
Sintió amor, terror y desesperanza, anhelo y rencor al no mejorar. No buscó brillar, una maldición impuesta por extrañas manos para dominio aparente.
Todos elogian su luz, mas ignoran el dolor al mirarla directo.
Desea volar lejos, pero sus huellas la atan, calaveras sembradas impiden su vuelo. Su juventud atestigua muertes bajo su cetro, todos codician, mas ella no concede. Su alma lo niega, y por amor de superiores, entierra a los incapaces de cumbre.
Ella sufre, mas abraza el tormento, en él la ven, la admiran, enceguecidos por su brillo, evaporados por su voz.
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Eng(translation):
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"In the forest, everyone yearns for redemption, longing to escape their shadows, yearning to rise and find happiness, to be reborn in a realm where the night is not eternal.
Although they seek achievement, their hearts love the source of wounds, blindly paying tribute to a being hardly different from the common villain, hoping that its essence shines in the realm of naive souls, who believe without hesitation in their first visions.
Every time she gleams, no force prevails, she shines without her own control, her radiance impresses death and defies it, a brilliance that instills fear, mighty souls subjugate her, yet she dominates the fragile.
She felt love, terror, and despair, longing and resentment for not improving. She didn't seek to shine, a curse imposed by strange hands for apparent dominion.
Everyone praises her light, but ignores the pain when looking directly at her.
She wants to fly far, but her footprints bind her, sown skulls impede her flight. Her youth bears witness to deaths under her scepter, all covet, yet she doesn't concede. Her soul denies it, and for the love of superiors, she buries the incapable of reaching the summit.
She suffers, but embraces the torment, in it they see her, admire her, blinded by her brilliance, evaporated by her voice."
