meeting place where men become the
I spent an hour Thursday in Rome at the Palazzo delle Esposizioni in the midst of "bric-Indians" (Giovanni Gemelli Careri, 1697), as this necklace of shells. Teotihuacan was not used to writing (which was known) or the portraits: paintings in red, blue, green and yellow tell a cosmogony of harmony between humans, animals and plants. There is no trace of the story of the powerful. I was there in broad daylight, when the sun beats down and out of focus look. The climb to the pyramid of the sun men and women accompanying children, babies: the top, the center of Stone Mountain is a sign, the closest point to heaven, there where his father raises his son to the sky and calls for the protection of of. The Mexicans still a gesture that is as old as Christianity and there we, European travelers of the spirit, and we have asked how to use it. So I stopped in front of a decorative art object, because of rare beauty, and also sacred, because the shell is a tool for the ceremonial sounds ... I imagined what I saw wearing the neck and feeling part of a ancient history I have walked the path that led me to Flexi, to Monti
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