Oil, canvas, 60 x 60 cm Signed PIECKO. "I swear, I saw her that night," the man said, his voice sounded like a whisper, as if he was afraid someone might hear. "She was sitting on the edge of the forest, in the moonlight, which seemed to embrace her like a a lover, and at the same time trembled before its glare. Lilith. It had to be her." Her face was pale, almost transparent, as if she hersel...