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All these roads are as the result of lashes
on the body of the Christ...

I am the survivor
of the ultimate attack...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

I learned your name from the crystalline ghosts
when moon was germinating your reflection on the...

In the middle of the night, I screamed her name.
In the middle of the nightmare...

I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of loneliness...

If you hurt me, I flee away
behind the volcanos of despair...

Why
when we grow fangs...

In a thin shirt of feeling,
a young girl...

It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into colours...

Orson Welles,
a man...