...Inside the rainy afternoon, a man in black's sat down in a wooden chamber.
The gnarled pendulum of a clock it sway in perfect perpendicularity with the stone's cross of a romanic church.
The angle of the cross that points to Holland it's in exact oblongue convexity with the astral house #199.009 of the dual Goddess/God.
...The man stands up and walks.
His face has a waxey colour.
His eyes have a green, insane; glassy expression, endemic of some quakers and inhabitants of The Wash and the belgian villes of the coast, like Oostende for example.
The day goes by, such buried...
