Sometimes, I Forget Why You Hate Me...
(The birth of the first Son)
In the beginning of existence... Mankind had a vision... a need for theaters...
...Therefore, It created a two-dimensional stage, a platform of illusions... and dolls to act in proficiency...
It created the trees, the birds and the rivers... and to divide the sea from the land, It created metaphysical imagination...
It created the clouds and the rain, and skies lost in stars, to darken the fully illuminated scenery...
...And then, in the end... It created God... the actor... the bastard son of Man...
Someone to perform the oddities of existence...
...Therefore, It created a two-dimensional stage, a platform of illusions... and dolls to act in proficiency...
It created the trees, the birds and the rivers... and to divide the sea from the land, It created metaphysical imagination...
It created the clouds and the rain, and skies lost in stars, to darken the fully illuminated scenery...
...And then, in the end... It created God... the actor... the bastard son of Man...
Someone to perform the oddities of existence...
1 comment:
o texto está fabuloso...a imagem, o palco cibernético quase punk...muito poderosa...continua... estás um artista feito!
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