The Church of Spirits
1. Epitafio. I'm probably stating wrongly as a shadow running to the sunlight, but this history is as light as a breath of his scent, moments, liquids that carry smoke, fire, and spirits from all round around the word, no matter whereabout, the Church was built in every corner, in his water was nature, freeing men in his darkness, and feeding the animal. Spirits aren't good nor evil, is the human the one who mixes, on him the question, who to starve, who to grow. Quiet, screaming, sour, bitter, refreshing, a religion that grew with the past. the priest should be listener before speaker, but as in every human cause, the prayer can be worse than the sin. The foundations are strong, the taste of his word wouldn't change anywhere, Saints bottled on shiny colours, glowing as day parts of the night and backwards, confusing words walk alone together, while the Sky winks on the top, you may remember where all started, but not sure where it will lie down. There is a sa