Angelic Eve... Angelic Eve... I am not so sure for the angelic bit.
The Eve I know best, I met first time at the age of 13, in Florence, yes, Italy. She was hanging from a wall, she was great, but not so angelic... I loved her among crowds of visual worshippers, then I loved many other ladies (yes on walls, still )in as many museums as there were european wars.
Of course I have seen even more Maries, hands folded, a dish of light above the head, red eyes, but its not the subject. We are on Eves, now.
So the Maries didn't move me, must say. Some were cute though, especially when with the baby. It really moves those young chicks to have a baby in hands for a few hours... I guess they imagine they hold Jesus. Or maybe their instinct rightfully starts to torture their womb in this delicious manner that enables us all to be here...
But, how come those Maries did not move me, I wondered?
May be its because of the Pope, I thought ? Yes, the Pope.
Still same age, possibly same trip, I attempted to enter the saint of saint, well, the Plaza del Papa, yes, in Rome.
It didn't work out. I was not allowed into St Pietro!
So I (almost) shouted to the skies, yes, in front of the door, some door..
"Why God, Jesus, why not me ? My parents, yes; my sister yes; and me, no !?
The Swiss Guards did move their spear a bit forming a giant X above me (right after my family abandoned me), as to make their purpose clear.
Poped up a priest or something, I didn't know yet, Jewish, remember, he said, gently :
"You do not enter this place with your shorts.
"But fater I am young, I have no pants yet."
"Get your parents to buy you ONE"
"I am still too young, Father, for that costume to wear."
So I stayed with Swisses under the heavy summer sun, watching the fabulous beauties from Sweden, Norway and Danemark, visitors that would damn any saint with their illegal skirts, while their smiles send you dreams of paradise, and their eyes X ray your soul till you remain nailed on the wall as you know...
It was quite mystical, I must say.
But I do know that I missed some stone and painted beauties inside the building. It has been said that they have three hundred erotic art works downstairs, yes from the Big Guys, but you need to be buddy with Papa before he lets you contemplate too. |
