Original artwork description:

Series of different angels
oil on canvas cm 50x50

The white cloak

In the narrow alley of a child's heart,
lived a little rascal with a murderous step.

Not bad by choice, but born a little crooked,
with the emptiness of home in his already dead chest.

He wears a cloak of pure white,
that hides his tantrums, his anger, his resentment.

"I'm good!", he says, with an innocent air,
but his eyes betray an absent soul.

His parents? Shadows, distant and distracted,
taken by worries, by dreams that were never exact.
They left their son hungry for love,
barely feeding him, raised in resentment.

With sweet lies and silent spite,
he played at life with impatient teeth.

And that cloak, a strange symbol,
gave him courage and a destiny in his hands.

But one day the mirror, sincere and cruel,
showed that child in unfaithful clothes.
He understood that white does not change the sin,
if the heart is wounded, if everything is missing.

So he stopped, with his gaze on the past,
hoping that a gesture was not wasted.
That even a brat, if the world listens to him,
can stop the game, change the course.

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Materials used:

Oil on canvas

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