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the weather,

(CLEAR)

and future events,

( … WE ARE ON THE THRESH HOLD OF A NEW ERA … )

On top of the opposite structure is a glass castle with an alabaster balcony. A beautiful, naked, woman waves a handkerchief at me …

… déjà vu …

I am thirsty and search for water, but suddenly feel a stab in the heart. I touch my chest, there is no wound. I turn towards the woman who now holds a bow. A great desire for her awakens in me. I rush towards her through tortuous passages, fallen idols, broken obelisks and walls with indecipherable inscriptions, but the broken paths always return to their origin.

I pick a card:

“In the Age of Gods,

men only conceive the Will of the Universe …

Do as you must … ”

I decide to go towards the tower of sacrifices. A broad avenue flanked by statues of heroes leads to the pyramidal temple. I climb the stairs and arrive at a terrace. There, five people who look exactly like me are waiting. Video cameras catch my every move. Inside the twin chapels, gods watch everything on HD-TV. I open my briefcase and pick a card: hummingbird masks, curly wig, sacrificial flint, mp3 player with Mahler’s fifth (lose 4 lives)… . I distribute the artifacts among other players. Everything is ready, the music, the motionless sun, the sacrificers. I lie face up on the altar, they hold me tight; they are all myself: I take the flint …

left-handed hummingbird

smoking-mirror

old-god

bird-snake god …

(nothing keeps me from saving the universe)

(5 extra lives)

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we are complete

time stands still

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I feel a drop on my forehead. Drums sound in the distance. I open my eyes and see the sun at the zenith. The air turns red, and the star finally resumes its journey. The shadow of an eagle crosses the plaza and sinks into the well. The ruins cast shadows on the ground. On top of the temple, the digital board displays:

( … A NEW ERA BEGINS … )

I hear the voice of my beloved mourning at a distance and suddenly remembered her names: Penelope, Carlota, Polya, Malitzin, Magdalene, Eloise… . Her voice fades while telling me that I have to find meaning in …

Architecture

I am close to the central pit, but, where once stood the rotunda now stands an elongated court flanked by polished slopes oriented with the New Sun. I pick a pair of cards: “leather underpants (5 lives)”, “sneakers with retractable wheels” (7 points). I find myself wearing pre-Columbian ball-game clothing and skates. I hear a whistle. A black hole suddenly falls on the esplanade bouncing heavily towards me. I move quickly. The “thing” seems attracted by me. I keep on running until I turn back and wait for it. I hit it with my hip and toss it. I hear a crowd cheering. The ball reaches the central well. There is a silence, the “singularity” rolls slowly along the edge of the mundus. It is then absorbed by the world’s navel. From the depth comes an aqueous burp …

… Ommmmmm …

I turn around and look towards the castle, only to find a glass skyscraper disappearing in the clouds. On the opposite direction now stands an avenue that fades in the distance. Limits have been abolished. I open my briefcase and find a letter

You have revealed a world generated by soulless ideas. Be sure to erect the ­foundational stone in the correct place and choose the right path before it’s too late. To do it you must build a mytho-poetic mechanism as an embodiment of love, hence provoking the erection of the menhir.

Follow your heart, I will always be waiting for you in the Temple of Love.

Yours:

Eloise

(this message will self-destruct in 20 seconds)

The central well is now covered by a transparent dome, like the iris of an enormous buried eye that watches quietly. Through it I see a large void and a lamp in the shape of the solar system suspended at its center. I take the knife and sink it into the glassy surface …

pop

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I fall

I flow towards the origin of things

scattered in the horizon, I can see the human tribes seeking

for the silent Word

the cenotaph of the gods,

the broken stone,

the fire stone,

the water stone,

the alabaster storm,

¡the mystery of the children of clay¡

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I keep falling

attracted, perhaps, by a universal love which claims me

Who am I?

Altazor? Cuauhtemoc? Baumgarten?

In my hand I hold a leather suitcase

my thirst is infinite …