and austere that it obstructed the view. Although the faith of the priestess is finished, the land that holds the remains sacred pillar, among the true believers, good friends, stone by stone, and with sweat, new walls have risen much more solid. There are already candidates to head the church pulpit, and to strengthen the spine, the heart of the building, to be re-heard songs, liturgies and prayers of joy happy. In this temple just have to close my eyes and feel like you're inside, relying on what might happen, let yourself be enveloped by it. This temple trust in you, unless, something that does not like, you bring forth fierce spikes and hammers for breaking stones. Its doors are open, pass, acomodaos, ate well feel secureWOUNDED BUT RISING
YOU AS THE BLOOD FLOWING
still boiling like lava.
