La Sacerdotisa y el Diablo

So we go from year to year
With secrets we've been keeping,
Though you say you're not a Templar man

Seems as if we're circling
For very different reasons
But one day the eagle has to land.

Hoy se unió todo. Las cartas me lo mostraron tal y como es. Una conexión hecha por el destino. Dos números complementarios. Una cantante mágica uniéndonos. Un brujo negro levantando el espejo.

Un proyecto de poesía compartida. Amor sempiterno. Nuestra suerte estuvo echada todo el tiempo.

"Giger, you slice my tissues into thin microscopic slides for the world to see. Giger, you razor-shave sections of my brain and plaster them still pulsing across your canvas. Giger, you are an Alien lurking inside my body, laying your futique eggs of wonder. You have wound silken threads of larval cocoon around you and tunnelled down deep into my wisdom gland. Giger, you see more than we domesticate primates. Are you from some super-intellgent species? Are you a viral visitor staring with your petalled-poppy eyes into our reproductive organs?" Timothy Leary.
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