I painted this as an excuse of what is written there. I wrote that because I am being written by it.
It can be translated as:
And I will let sorrow
be the one to fill the spaces that were opened by love
and carve a new face.
And it will be a face like the one of a sphinx,
drawn with enigmas and taken root in darkness,
like a star
burning white in the emptiness.
And deepen my beauty
to the place
of the secret.
Until next time.