Beneath the veil of the walls, the spacious palace, its delay, was found under a tapestry of tulips, extended shadows of a hidden sun, persistent ripening of the sweet fields of fig trees, a jungle dwelling, that face of loose keratin veils on this side the visible object of the forbidden gaze, extinguished by the hidden "a-drive" normality that in the secular discourse left blinded carnal furious sin similar to the rising sun centuries after centuries waiting for its rest to dynamit the vitreous colorless fluid