The secret of my truth

 Cupid cuts Afrodotes nails. The water converts them into pearls and the lobster stretching to take them away. My red draperies play cards with themselves. The apple longs to my lips. My Lover's Hand offers eternity lemon. The flag of Truth and wings of cinnamon makes me lost. I look inward, a condor, his key and birch. It is the secret of my truth that I want to test. I will take the journey that have been waiting for me a long time.

 

D Vincic Sisters, "The secret of my Truth", 40x49cm, copyright 130424, egg yolk tempera on wooden panel