The first monk that arrived in America brought his own God dead on a cross. The firs monk that arrived in America brought lices in his head, rats under his habit and crabs between his legs... The first monk that arrived in America had his face full of pox marks, and to spread the Good News he had to put on a mask made of wax. And he baptized the children of the land with the sweat from their foreheads, and when the cross was turned into a sword he baptized them in their own bood. Considering that the indian had a soul and they were on the brink of extinction he hid them under his cloak, and then he saw with horror how colonialists brought twenty millions black people to the Continent for force labours in the fields and in the mines. The first monk that arrived in America repent one day at the foot of his cross, and wanted to become a penitent to go in pilgrimage across the jumgle. Crying under the Ceiba tree he wrote with his tears the longest and saddest story in the world... the longest and saddest story in the world... At the hour of his death he feared the presence of an unknown God, and the first monk that arrived in America was the last one on this land to be converted slowly to Christianity through the centuries and centuries of centuries. Amen |