"The true bandits do not steal riches… they steal silences, nights, and hearts."
Don Anastacio gazed into infinity
seated among galaxies and colors,
like a thief of moons and flowers
who had made mystery his ritual.
His eyes, two burning lanterns,
slowly crossed the twilight,
while the universe was dazzled
beneath his agile and furtive steps.
He was not a cat… but an elegant shadow,
a nocturnal and delirious prince
born between mist and silence.
And each black mark on his fur
seemed an ancient tattoo
drawn by gods and wind.
The background breathed like fire,
blending auroras, dreams, and destinies,
opening paths between colors
where the restless soul wanders.
He was Don Anastacio… the bandit,
the guardian of night and abyss,
a small universe made of lyricism
under a fantastic and sincere sky.
By León Vieccho
Size: Horizontal fabric canvas, 0.70 m height x 1.00 m width, raw (unframed)
Technique: Acrylic painting
Condition: Private Collection
Code: LV-2025-001
Year of Creation: 2025
Author: Lucian Verona
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