"Money never had hands; that is why it must destroy those of man in order to rule him."
It was born radiant within pure hands,
like a warm and sacred promise,
but desire opened its cruel bite
and turned the light into sepulchers.
Gold kept growing slowly
until it corrupted the pulse of life;
there was no longer a spotless soul nor escape
where its indifferent brilliance reigned.
The hands, once symbols of shelter,
learned the burden of greed,
and man abandoned his own harvest
while covetousness rose within his soul.
Then love itself lost justice,
and every coin traced the path,
leaving the heart without a single caress,
condemned forever to oblivion.
Hunger raised empty temples
where the gods wear dark suits;
there the weak are sold to the ruthless
for shadows fashioned out of dew.
And thus money, tyrant despot,
slowly devours the conscience;
for where the soul and decency perish,
gold unleashes the inhuman within man.
By León Vechhio
Size: Vertical canvas, 1.70 m high × 1.20 m wide, unframed;
Technique: Oil painting;
Status: Sold.
Code: LV-2011-001;
Year of Creation: 2011;
Author: Lucian Verona.