quarta-feira, 30 de novembro de 2011


So the infant came and the rain stopped, and the vast black cloud parted across the firmament like a leaden curtain and all the people of the valley beheld the glory of the blue and saw the great sun in the sky. And they raised the babe heavenward so that she might be the first to feel the warm breath of atonement and so that their God would see that the incarnate token deposited upon the monument steps had not passed unnoticed and that the dual miracle was indeed fully understood, one to one and never to be forgotten. And, falling to their knees, wailing and weeping, it was God and the babe whom they praised and praised — this frail bundle juggled, hand to hand, so brightly glowing, bound in its swaddling cloth, this miracle, this reward of faith — upheld and jostled, thus, aloft.

Nick Cave, And the Ass Saw the Angel, 1989