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Sexual and invisible, Lucifer sat down to meditate under an ombú: it was the right moment when the co-pilot Pilate asked you: "What is the truth?"
Images of milk under a sun crossed your mind in the cross, maybe.
Images of the dying one and his own life passing by, like cybernetic discharges.
Did you remember in that moment les jours d'été indien, marron et tiede?
The sweet, brown days in the yellow meadows; when the Sun was a friend...
After the cross, a wave of lycanthropy devastated Jerusalem. Then, the apostles were led to Scandinavia, sous un ciel indigène.
Then, the night came.
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