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OUR SUN This sun was mine and yours; we shared it. Who's suffering behind the golden silk, who's dying? A woman beating her dry breasts cried out: "Cowards, they've taken my children and torn them to shreds, you've killed them gazing at the fire-flies at dusk with a strange look, lost in blind thought." The blood was drying on a hand that a tree made green, a warrior was asleep clutching the lance that flared against his side. It was ours, this sun, we saw nothing behind the gold embroidery then the messengers came, dirty and breathless, stuttering unintelligible words twenty days and nights on the barren earth with thorns only twenty days and nights feeling the bellies of the horses bleeding 111 and not a moment's break to drink the rain water. You told them to rest first and then to speak, the light had blinded you. They died saying: "We don't have time," touching some rays of the sun. You'd forgotten that no one rests. A woman howled "Cowards," like a dog in the night. Once she would have been beautiful like you with wet mouth, veins alive beneath the skin, with love. This sun was ours; you kept all of it, you didn't want to follow me. And it was then I found out about those things behind the gold and the silk: we don't have the time. The messengers were right. 112 ...


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