Una metafísica in stereo

While the venomed and tardy-gaited Death is showing Saint Laurent the height and diameter of the candle of life, in Huesca, we can perceive, at the same time, in synchronous duplicate or doblete, how two yeasty and milk-livered dwarves or children inflate a loud and fat-kidneyed sun, in Reims, like a pustule that's slowly inflated by the pulsatile vivacity of the pus.

And these two sequences or escenas happen, a bit crazily, in the Europe, alimental tit of all our rationality, habeas corpus, human domestication and voulez-vouses.

Then we redirect our ocular ball toward St. Lawrence and the Death again, and we notice that sole, illuminating like a loco peligroso from his biolet skyy, and the throbbing monolith behind the back of the saint, maybe aérospatiale, or alienígena.

And both suns are the same sun, and the same ozone, for Saint Laurent & La Muerte, and for the bambini (or enanos)

and could you believe that the children-dwarves inflated and inflated yet, more and more, and the sun blasted in burst of laughter and exhilaration, while St. Lawrence escaped winged toward the cosmic atrocity?