Alas nocturnas recien cortadas: Noctis

-Digital painting originally done with pen and paper, then enhanced and painted digitally, done with ibis paint x. Painting based on the poem written by me titled “Newly cut night wings: noctis” speaks of loss, of loss and the resentment of disappointment, of resentment and helplessness over that loss. Part of my series of drawings made in a magical world called “Dream Forest”
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ESP(original) (English translation below the Spanish version)
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Señora Mariposa, en el día dirigí mis palabras hacia ti, pero en mi noche te presentaste. Absorbiste el néctar de mis rosas y entrelazaste nuestras conversaciones. En mi momento de apremio, me enredaste en un ciclo interminable: un constante girar que detiene el tiempo y acelera mi envejecimiento. Me cuentan de tu esplendor en mis años de niñez, de las tormentas que desatabas con tus alas y cómo latían corazones junto a ellas. Explorabas mundos de criaturas, un don inaccesible para un simple humano como yo. 
Has dejado de batir tus alas y has silenciado mis pensamientos. Ahora estás cautiva a mi lado. Cada noche dirigiré mis palabras hacia ti, confesaré pecados y expresaré mi desdén. Descargaré el dolor que me hiciste soportar. No solo asististe a otros, sino que también me abandonaste en un bosque sin salida, un rincón sombrío y solitario. Las criaturas que tocabas y con las que interactuabas ahora resultan inalcanzables. Ahora tomas vuelo dentro de mí. Cuidaré tus hermosas alas oscuras, que ya no te pertenecerán y que aplacarán mis emociones. 
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ENG( translation) 
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“Lady Butterfly, in the day, I directed my words toward you, but in my night, you appeared. You absorbed the nectar of my roses and intertwined our conversations. In my moment of urgency, you ensnared me in an endless cycle: a constant whirl that halts time and hastens my aging. They speak of your splendor in my childhood years, of the storms you stirred with your wings and how hearts beat alongside them. You explored worlds of creatures, a gift inaccessible to a simple human like me. 
You’ve ceased to beat your wings and have silenced my thoughts. Now you’re captive at my side. Each night, I will direct my words toward you, confess sins, and express my disdain. I will unload the pain you made me endure. You didn’t just assist others, but also abandoned me in a forest with no way out, a shadowy and solitary corner. The creatures you touched and interacted with are now beyond reach. Now, you take flight within me. I will tend to your beautiful dark wings, which will no longer belong to you and will soothe my emotions.”