129. CANDELABRA OF ONE AND TWO, THREE, FOUR BRANCHESAS

Wealthy Marine party He kissed the sky again, dragging his steps in the warm sand The pain knows how to be faithful To its dry leaves from the road and its thorns to take care of the roses carpet and ornaments of a network And a choir to dive in with his disciples and light the bows like novelty sails And like fishes firmaments in the eyes of the everlasting sky sign shape the network as the structure of the string,wireframe and ray of the tabernacle

129. CANDELABRA OF ONE AND TW O, THREE, FOUR BRANCHESAS

There is a large and powerful village... In front of him a fire has devoured And behind the flame consumes. Joel 2,2-3 Squirting its phosphorecent taste broken wings inverted seagull of the people's wing. In the Synagogue.

In the Synagogue CANDELABRA MENORA Terrified next to the tabernacle guardian of the bread of the poor frightened his fright under the trumpets of Jerico Unhappy flying between two carriages

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