Thursday, January 13, 2011

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Choose a moonless night, and went to the point depths of the forest, the center was born in the tree that gave life to all others in the forest.
Among the intertwining of the roots growing a bright yellow flower, that flower of San Martino.
Recidilo the base of the stem with a sickle of flint.


immediately throws the corpse flower in a glass tomb; bagnalo with Our Dew and a drop of blood of your ring finger, then close the tomb and seal it with earth.
hot throughout the night and the next day the whole bulb, soft breath on fire. The vessel will remain only a liquid of a warm yellow, then take the pot and leave it unopened in a cool, dark cupboard, away noise.
After thirteen days of the coagulated liquid will create a white worm and blind. Devour the land that gave birth;

not to disturb him and after one day begin to weave a cocoon.
After another thirteen days from the mystery of silk the color of gold will rise a brilliant butterfly. Do not open the bottle, because the butterfly is a spirit that has in it everything necessary for his life, but that only lasts a day. She is in fact what we call our magnet.
'll go that night in a field from the very fertile black earth, the spirit approaches, still enclosed in glass to the ground. The bright light of pure butterfly attract to itself the fragments of light lying in the ground like a lighthouse guiding ships and calls lost in the sea during a storm at night, like the nostalgia shows


tramp to the country that had been forgotten.





The light will condense into the bottle and exerts pressure to the point of forming a small golden egg, the size of a blackbird's egg, being in a stable form can handle freely, breaking the glass bottle to extract it.
Because now is the land that night with no light, no more division will exist between them. We then talk about a black spirit, a form of jet-black woman, his skin the complete darkness will seek, through fear or seduction, to steal the light that now have against nature.
offer them with the right hand a lily white and red, you have taken care to get, with the left hand trafiggile the heart with a spear





silver. Before you make your breath
anoint his body with the vinegar, the vinegar is not normal, the people, but the bitter and painful of tests. The body of the Donnas then melt into a thick black ink, do not try to touch it, because it is so thin that in addition to permanently dye the skin blemish remedy without the soul.
servant to a small copper pot to collect a small amount of liquid that soot





in an inkstand of glass, the silver top, wait for the break of dawn fade away the black molasses face, taking care not first escape, contaminate rivers or bringing death to the villages.
Every day you give egg noodles in a drop of black liquid. First, it will benefit and vigor, increasing in size and brightness over time but become ill as a melancholy, perhaps nostalgia. It will become smaller and veined, to be tiny, like a small seed of marble.
Wait again a new moon night, and went to the deepest point of the wood, the center was born in the tree that gave life to all


other intermingling of the forest and entrusts the seed of its roots.
not live to see the completion of his work: the seed remain in gestation in the land of wood until a hundred years before awakening. But the dawn of a radiant spring of the next century will dawn at last the flower buds of San Martino.









Note copyist
A fool may ask you to do is take a hard work that finds its conclusion to the starting point "would not be Just leave the flowers where he was, without a tear? ".
Yet you would do well to meditate on this point. Why death and birth, not eternal life?" When the sun goes round around the earth, things changed time in a day? The circle of seasons back constantly on his feet, but because it changes every year man?
In neutral history of the flower of St. Martin the field is even robbed of light and darkness, in favor of the father of the forest, but a hundred years, are back as light and dark fields?

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