factory opened early, like every morning, even before the light of day, even before the awakening. had to be all ready for his arrival so he could fully devote his efforts to marble and stucco work hours to hidden scaffolding. the structure surrounding the cenotaph as a cage and allowed the eyes to see the details of the restoration only, temptations, fantasies to distract the intention of bending in search of a hope, there is now her hand arrogant and indicative of a lie, now the sword Perhaps the saint. resumed work in silence, removed the dust, only the pace of chisels spaced hours and prayers of beggars.
'details to distract attention from the harmony of the whole work is relegated to a second analysis, the emotion of the first meeting "would have wanted to record on the back of the blade. perceived his work as an artifact of a demiurge deceiver. hands clasped in prayer surrounded by the prophets eyes motionless, unable to forward the spirituality of a place and collected only in setting the pantomime of the faithful. hagiography exposed on the metopes of the acts of a caption by the hero, to inspire fear that choice to move to the company. details carved in stone, acanthus, glyphs and astronauts.
was already night, he could barely even see the profiles of the altar, took the mortar and began fill in the figures, to complete their spaces, to shape the entire structure, to give life to the monks, pilgrims, miracles, to merge them into one movement. there was one mass of sound, compact, where the first hesitated counterpoint, black, interior, lined with grief and hope. in the morning took him away, speechless looked almost smooth plaster.
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