From: Pedro’s Last Coin

Apart from the rock and the vultures, the wind and the shifting mounds of sand, none will ever penetrate her hood of silence and serene discomfort the way I have done so here, in the gates to Heaven. I have lifted her veil, and seen the beauty that lies dormant in her cerebral scars, and in her heavenly tissue which will issue forth my firstborn child. She gave me sight when I was blind, and gave me drink when I thirsted; she brought me back from the dead and fed me upon the sadness in her soul. I am no more myself, I am hers now and forever more.