- Graphite on paper.
- 21 x 29,7 cm.
- Signed work.
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Pencil drawing on sketch paper. This work belongs to a series of studies on the male body, sexuality and romanticism.
You left. He walked away after you the day
as if you draw pure gold from its threads.
They threatened the trails with breaking.
as they broke me, in my dream the south was clouded
overwhelmed by autumn.
The vines were stripped bare, the brooks became extinct and the whispering began.
died in the palm tree tops, the roads,
in their silence, they wait.
The black man in a fire that blew out your eyes
grew through your heart, from the buds of your breasts,
he yells at me when you look at me: You, on
You're a volcano of roses!
I wish I'd tied your eyes to the day,
to a tomorrow thirsty for my blood.
What a sky the stars burned when they shook!
The darkness was thickened by the dew of rain.
You looked at me from your stillness like the clouds
hide the flowers when they grow up.
Oh, look! His burning wind ripped me off.
towards the green banks of a river
where I drown. Enlighten me and put out the flame.
Oh, look! My heart tenseens a rope to heaven,
his bitterness whistles the song of the moon!
20-1-1962, BADR SHAKIR AL SAYYAB.