The day Eva Peron died, the sky washed the sidewalks: azure is the color.
It were whitewashed.
The golden corpse was deposited in a silvery pantheon surrounded by statues of Palas and cold.
Her nails were devoured to the bone.
Someone whispered a sombre sentence and the transportation began.
Her hair was dyed before: the whole corpse was submersed into a golden solution
After.
Before.
Out in the heat there were flags with strange colors.
Out in the cold there were flags with strange colors.
Golden flags and sparrows of the republic: it was May.
It was not May.
May is a perpendicular month in Buenos Aires: everything is a cigarettes sleeve, a golden leaf in May.
The trees crack, the rain is deposited by the wind silently, the daughters wear pullovers.
Pullovers of May took a bow to salute the transportation of the Eva Peron’s corpse.
The huge and golden coffin was like a giant queen bee moving with majesty off the hive.
Towards a transcendental goal, towards the most oxygenated halls of Heaven: journey or horror in the eyes of the soul...
From the windows of the aristocratic zone, grand ladies beheld the mare magnum in the haze, while drank their Ceylon tea: the procession left the streets imbibed in an intense smell of bismuth.
While all the trains were dormants in the blue, the abnormal periplum started, while all the trains were dormants in the blue.
The corpse was divided in three with stilettoes.
Before.
After.
Like a trifecta of Satan, transported it were, like a trifecta of Satan.
In train, ship and plane transported were.
The three dismembered parts of the Eva Peron’s corpse towards the mystic Paraguayan jungle.
The paved stones’ lanes trembled of nothing, and all the sisters of March got naked on the streets under the scandal of the pyramidal monuments and its republican liberties.
Republican liberties.
Republican liberties?
Juan Peron disappeared.
Like a child in a Universe of bread, or honey, or Sun maybe.
Nobody knew what happened with the corpse of Eva Peron.
After.
The seal was effectively desecrated: in the jungle, as it seems, there was a trans-continental plane awaiting.
Some risked that the corpse was finally re-joined, limb by limb.
Certainly was embalmed, in a ritual so obscure, that nobody was allowed to presence it.
Some risked that the corpse was transported towards Egypt in a midnight flight.
Some risked that the corpse, was not hers.
Before.
After.
Apparently the face was cut. Perfectly sliced, without the least trace of blood.
After these events, in the jungle.
There were found hairs of gold.
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