The vastness of territories, like the inter-breeding of faces add enclosures impossible to be federated. Tropical nature opens itself and closes to whoever comes close. It is plentiful, it shares, wraps up, and dismisses. Its generosity begets an infinite sadness. Brazil can't be confronted, one flees from it or consents in the same way as the mind is defeated by matter and the primitive energy of life.
Saints here have hair.
They strike a pose and simper. The altar is a palace whose stairs climb to heaven. Omnia per manus Maris. Mary triumphes in her blue dress among cherubs and bunches of carnation. But nothing is so simple.