(This is a rush translation. The version may not be in its final form.)
If the reader so consents, we will try to discover through thought the sensation of discovering in the old library the colorful and delicate painting. The blue, red and gold robes stand in front of the beautiful river, the village in the distance. But what strikes the most is the two unfinished towers.
It was the beginning of the 19th century. Everything was falling apart, even the absolute monarchy of divine right. Marriage required money, not enough anymore a stone bench - a pillow for poets or beggars. Sir Walter Scott had made money. "I never finished anything, everything always stays undone forever." The grotesque beautiful, like nature.
Here come the other worlds. The world woke up from tumultuous sleep. Maybe those colored robes are watching something new. A foreigner?
Would it be masses to save the souls of Purgatory, with the prayer of Saint Gregory? It was already the time when Abraham told the rich man in hell: "There is a gulf between us." It is in the Body of Christ that they gather alive and dead.
The cathedral was in ruins. As he passed in the Gréve square, his heart squeezed with the suffocated tower thanks to the modernity that quickly devoured the old facades of Paris. He wanted to be an active part of society, the poem. Now it is Purgatory, in which the Lady purifies herself in flames and water. She watched the story and played on our faces her memories.
These drawings have been stacked in the libraries for centuries. From the north, nature, from the south, the distance. A renewal that was not seen in the world that looked to the Greeks to arrive in the future.
But now the writer knew that everything was unfinished. The danger of the myth of science. How the past awakens us from the dream of self. The hero can mobilize worlds, pass his strength to the lost youth, but the adult needs to know the symbols that unite us, which makes us preserve the collective life, instinct for survival. The real is also built.
Life depends on creation. Sahrazad collected and told everything he had heard. The writer watered the plume: "The main enemy of absolute power is the memory."
Afonso Junior Ferreira de Lima
2019
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