behind every great fortune there lays a grand larceny
a holocaust
the heavens bleed rain and the Sun rises an autochthon arrogant and vast sprinkling life on the planet with its rays then stealing the thunder from bleak horizons and shooting down every star at night in envy
only the stars are witness to the crime
they tremble and fall at the edge of the light
a woman holds the Moon incinerated by the Sun in her hands yet not for long
she burns in the fierce crucible of life
her hands aflame
she burns to poverty
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