Victorian Delirium
Melancholic Tapestry: Nana Tumbada's Victorian Delirium Unveiled
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A man trapped in his thoughts
A man is consumed by his thoughts, feeling trapped within them.
Recreates in his delirium
Within his delusions, he fabricates a love story that never actually occurred.
A love story that never happened
His mental state becomes a self-imposed confinement.
He himself is his own prison
There's a portrayal and remnants of a diary highlighting deep disappointment and sadness.
A portrait and the torn pages
Despite numerous possibilities, he pursues what challenges or eludes him.
Of a diary that talks about
He desired specifically what resisted him, ignoring other available paths.
Deep disappointment and sadness
His pride misled him, masquerading as love.
Are the focus of his unhealthy obsession
He forcefully involved a woman, leading to her emotional breakdown.
A thousand paths lay open at his feet
He repeatedly distorts his memories, presenting himself as a devoted lover.
But he wanted just what resisted him
Dressing up his past, pretending to have given his heart away.
He mistook his pride for love
He yearns for her affection and honesty.
And dragged that woman
The eyes in the portrait haunt and question him, tormenting his mind.
Lost in deceptions, white lily, she broke
Feeling tormented, he seeks refuge in the shadows to escape.
Again and again he disguises his memories
He confuses pride for genuine love, leading to negative consequences for both.
Dresses up as a lover
He repeats the same actions, mistaking pride for love, causing harm.
Who gave his heart away
The woman, amidst deceit, breaks down like a fragile, innocent white lily.
And longs for her tenderness and candor
He's haunted and pursued by the accusatory eyes within the portrait.
But he is maddened by the eyes of the portrait
Similar to before, he fixates on what resists him rather than exploring other paths.
That relentlessly pursue him
His mistaken pride leads to repeating the same mistakes, harming others.
With questions and reproaches
Once again, the woman, ensnared in deceit, breaks like a fragile white lily.
And he takes refuge, tormented, in the shadows
He's haunted and pursued by the accusing eyes within the portrait.
A thousand paths lay open at his feet
Repeatedly, he fixates on what challenges him, mistaking it for genuine love.
But he wanted just what resisted him
Once again, his pride leads him to repeat mistakes that harm others.
He mistook his pride for love
Again, the woman suffers due to his mistaken pride, breaking like a fragile white lily.
And dragged that woman
Haunted and tormented by accusatory eyes within the portrait, he seeks refuge in the shadows.
Lost in deceptions, white lily, she broke
The woman, caught in deception, repeatedly breaks down, fragile like a white lily.
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