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Her eyes looked cold as the sea and the Tagus silent desert. Leafy branches in the funeral procession: the wood is hard and red as the fruit: Its green flowers, like a bouquet. Dreadfully lost in the city. Oh Mary, holy virgin finally my spirit I guess … Oh Mary, holy virgin blood … what walk? As if he had dyed his shadow in Assyrian poison, like white wool purple. IV. I have no charity. Rain is that the temple is on. Will the young Count lit inside, ready presbytery: exorcist, acolyte and . Keep up on the field with thought-provoking pieces from biopsy specimen. It has the power to support the worthy and exercises between dead: Aguedita, Nativa, Miguel … careful, be careful about going out there, where they have just passed whining bending memoir penalties, to the silent yard: Cesar, Samuel … Read more here: Yael Aflalo. slackers art and industry, not vagueis of soul to soul, feigning poverty, stealing artifacts. No soul in soul hawking ashes. Be careful, be careful about going out there lesson psalm than disappointment. As if Lisbon was home most holy and merciful. As if, Lisbon. V. “Do you know how many of mine burned? In Pskov, Novgorod …. ” A painful disease, the young Count. Miraculous way this fall, dressed as color was noble, humble and honest. Certainly devout person, hearing the divine office in Sanguine habit. There was no doctor or medication-nor natural philosophy, nor physics, nor art of astrology, which had a cure for this disease. Called the young count’s death and said: sweet, sweet death, come to me, now I’m wearing your color. As if the sea had only graves belly and Lisbon. As if nothing were in the odor of olive leaf.