Sophia aeterna. ❦︎
oil on canvas
30x18cm
with fragments of pages from the Vita Nuova by Dante🥀
Will it ever be possible to love again, the way Dante loved Beatrice ?
Will it ever be possible, to find your name echoing in thousands and thousand of verses,
paving your way to the path of eternity ?
Will it ever be possible to love again, with a love defying the limits of space and time ?
Will it ever possible to love again, as deeply and purely
As mightily and yet, as ingeniously ?
Having the portrait of Beatrice tattoed on my hand and books with the name of the Great Dante shows the level of admiration and obsession I’ve got for this story. In a world valuing fast timing and constant change, regarding love, I will always come back to it to find pure beauty, a sense of comfort and sublimity enveloping my own heart
Poetry wouldn’t exist without love
And Dante wouldn’t have been without his.
And for all the words we have inherited from him, all I wish is for him, to have found its way up in the skies, by her side, everlastingly, as the alchemist, of eternity.
oil on canvas
30x18cm
with fragments of pages from the Vita Nuova by Dante🥀
Will it ever be possible to love again, the way Dante loved Beatrice ?
Will it ever be possible, to find your name echoing in thousands and thousand of verses,
paving your way to the path of eternity ?
Will it ever be possible to love again, with a love defying the limits of space and time ?
Will it ever possible to love again, as deeply and purely
As mightily and yet, as ingeniously ?
Having the portrait of Beatrice tattoed on my hand and books with the name of the Great Dante shows the level of admiration and obsession I’ve got for this story. In a world valuing fast timing and constant change, regarding love, I will always come back to it to find pure beauty, a sense of comfort and sublimity enveloping my own heart
Poetry wouldn’t exist without love
And Dante wouldn’t have been without his.
And for all the words we have inherited from him, all I wish is for him, to have found its way up in the skies, by her side, everlastingly, as the alchemist, of eternity.
oil on canvas
30x18cm
with fragments of pages from the Vita Nuova by Dante🥀
Will it ever be possible to love again, the way Dante loved Beatrice ?
Will it ever be possible, to find your name echoing in thousands and thousand of verses,
paving your way to the path of eternity ?
Will it ever be possible to love again, with a love defying the limits of space and time ?
Will it ever possible to love again, as deeply and purely
As mightily and yet, as ingeniously ?
Having the portrait of Beatrice tattoed on my hand and books with the name of the Great Dante shows the level of admiration and obsession I’ve got for this story. In a world valuing fast timing and constant change, regarding love, I will always come back to it to find pure beauty, a sense of comfort and sublimity enveloping my own heart
Poetry wouldn’t exist without love
And Dante wouldn’t have been without his.
And for all the words we have inherited from him, all I wish is for him, to have found its way up in the skies, by her side, everlastingly, as the alchemist, of eternity.