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Consecration Come! I will show you thebride. . . . —Apocalypse 21:9 It was at home: Mama was cooking, I was taking care of the baby. Restless, because of the boy who was waiting for me. The baby's wet, I called, I'm going to change him. Mama shot me a look and I went to my room and tried on dresses to wear to the door and talk with the boy who whispered: I want to eat your legs, your belly, your breasts, I want to touch you. And he was in fact touching me, the way his soul shone through his eyes. Have you changed the baby? You're a strange one! Stop talking to your friends and listen! I began to cry: pleasure and embarrassment. He looked at my bare feet and laughed. The vibrations of the flesh sing hymns, even those we turn away from: flatulence (he said in one ear) yawns (he said in the other) the rhythm of pleasure. —I was worried the whole time. —And so naive and naked, he added, a voluptuous woman in her bed can praise God, even if she is nothing but voluptuous and happy. —Poor people understand that. . . . —Yes, like when they write on the walls: US BEGGARSSALUTE YOU,O GOD! He looked like an angel, speaking of wisdom. . . . Helios, I called him, you're that luminescent, 5« your body acting out your spirit. —You learn fast, praise be Our Lord Jesus Christ, he intoned from the bottom of his Christian soul, enticing me once and for all. Who is the pope? I asked, anxious to receive the sacraments. —Our Father Who blesses us. And he called me cow, as if he were saying flower, saint, lucky prostitute. 59 ...

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