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We climbed the mountain to go up to the museum. We enter through the Gothic looking for the Romanesque and we cross hundreds of years of history, between monsters that reap their heads and bodies that bleed. | We climbed the mountain to go up to the museum. We enter through the Gothic looking for the Romanesque and we cross hundreds of years of history, between monsters that reap their heads and bodies that bleed. | ||
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Why will only Jesus Christ and the holy dudes bleed? There is a tiny figure of a woman turned upside down that bleeds from the forehead (That seems to be Cayendo Parriba / and then catching herself from falling) | Why will only Jesus Christ and the holy dudes bleed? There is a tiny figure of a woman turned upside down that bleeds from the forehead (That seems to be Cayendo Parriba / and then catching herself from falling) | ||
| − | A river of blood runs through the centuries and tells us: to shine you have to burn, to ascend you have to suffer. [https://oscuro.hangar.org/index.php/Page_8 A story addicted to violence.] Like Dum Dum Pacheco. | + | A river of blood runs through the centuries and tells us: to shine you have to burn, to ascend you have to suffer. [https://oscuro.hangar.org/index.php/Page_8 A story addicted to violence.] Like [https://oscuro.hangar.org/index.php/Dum_dum Dum Dum Pacheco.] |
Revisión actual del 23:24 25 mar 2021
Bread that bleeds
We climbed the mountain to go up to the museum. We enter through the Gothic looking for the Romanesque and we cross hundreds of years of history, between monsters that reap their heads and bodies that bleed.
Why will only Jesus Christ and the holy dudes bleed? There is a tiny figure of a woman turned upside down that bleeds from the forehead (That seems to be Cayendo Parriba / and then catching herself from falling)
A river of blood runs through the centuries and tells us: to shine you have to burn, to ascend you have to suffer. A story addicted to violence. Like Dum Dum Pacheco.