A smiling cold tickles my skin, Forgetful hunger threatens me with its finger, The fancy hammer cannot strike, The aging city is flying towards the sunrise. A smoky voice babbles about eternity, The poisoned ear is silent against the sun, Cut off hair heals suffering, The spoiled tone is tugging at my blood. And the skin becomes darker and harder, The child grows up and sits on the throne I will remember this, perhaps blushing, When will the crazy dream end? 09.11.90
Price: original 570$ / digital replica 150$ Size: 420x 594 mm Technique: watercolour Year of creation: 2000