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Sheet music LXIV. Weeping (Lamentácia), 1976–1978
Paint on paper, 45 x 62.5 cm
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Dezider Tóth (Slovak, born 1947)
Sheet music LXIV. Weeping (Lamentácia), 1976–1978
Paint on paper, 45 x 62.5 cm

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❛ the bloom of youth has faded. ❜
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He had only noticed it this morning. He had felt an unusual dull tiredness creeping through his body. In order to clear the cellars of his mind, he needed that perfect, deep Sleep. Without it, his body would be nothing; his abilities would be nothing. Why hadn’t he been able to Sleep? He grew frustrated at the thought and he realized he hadn’t felt this kind of anger in…centuries. Were those lines around his eyes? Were those lines starting to form around his mouth? No…his youth was supposed to last forever. This was impossible! John had heard the rumors of a woman who could help him. Miriam was doing everything in her power to try to find a cure to the virus coursing through his veins, but John was wise to explore every possibility, even if that meant going out on his own.
❝ LOOK at my hands… my FACE. I was so beautiful… ❞ he replied to her, his youthful voice growing hoarse. ❝ Countess, I’m supposed to be a thirty-year-old man. Do you understand me? ❞ he breathed in exasperation. Miriam had bestowed the gift of everlasting life upon him, or so she’d said. His vampirism was fading now. The transference of human and vampire blood going wrong somewhere in the strands of his DNA. ❝ What is happening to me? ❞