We sometimes see the altar of slaughter lambs and we become fascinated by its beauty, its power, but we may also laught of its greatness.
When we try to grab the glass using the hand, we see that our hand vanishes and turns into black just like our human gap. We may all have gaps, but when they turn into huge ones, we die just like the colored soap bubbles.
They have the rainbow inside them, while all we have is...you all know what
The road is full of thorns which they get deep into my flesh. The road is so long that I sometimes close my eyes and I can see the butterflyes around me and the sun smiling as soon as he sees me. The master on our hart and soul is our inquisitor, but how can he have them when everything is so shinny and beautiful? really wonder how come no one smiles when the eyes are opening and the path arises in front in us.
But this is why the light is for, so we can see where we are going in order to avoid the cruel prickles and to see the boulders better. Too many bulbs exist in this world and because of this the true light and the purest love are a rarity.
We use bulbs and jellyfishes. They are so good substitutes, but when the spin hurts us and the rock hits us what do we need them for?
It`s a pitty that because something is yelling inside us, desperately trying to get out while we are laughting when we see the altar and we break the glass.
Finally I will subjugate to the saint bell. The family is like a bell, a glass bell slightly scented and broken.
…Violetta leaves points behind her, and Narbona collects them…
