Rezadeira, lady of the forest, prepares a ritual to bless the people of the woods. Her hands travel, with mastery, through the green trails surrounded by plants and herbs from the sacred grove. Her profane side shows at the end of her divine duty, making her yearn for the flesh's needs.
To whom does love belong? I, the petulant creature who dwells through the streets of a flesh laden city, cannot imagine it in my life as well? At times I breathe, at times I shout, I can even grunt. Everything is mud, everything is pasture, and, amidst sighs of depravation, I've found her...
