Through the desolate Dasht-e-Lut desert. Brisehal's huge shadowy structure moved him when he clothed himself to the whole of the Middle East, even disobeying his parents; beings unpopulated from places of contemplation that were emerging from their great mountain of the enchanted desert. The lemurs were overflowing, wandering alone as if wanting to hold on to the last sparks of politics that remained for them to surrender in their own unencumbered exile. Brisehal was a canine-headed mountain similar to Anubis, but millions of times the size upward and hydrochloric, like the prospect of parishioners entering the garden-kingdom of Heaven on their laps. Before shaking the day with the movement of his trembling footsteps, Brisehal spent two years moving day and night on the surface that became attractive to Solari's lux. Brisehal in this fifth codex was liquefied in the black layer of the wind tunnels that were by Dash-e-Lut, until the sensory layer of Dasht-e-Kavir, being attracted by the tunnel of the cave 308 meters high in Intra geological Patmos, all the sculptures and images of the cusps were made near 103 meters of initial altitude in this vertical subway, in connection with parallels that were retracted in cubic tons, drilling the dolonines or geological depressions in the extensive Lut, for a giant born from the laments and lacerations of Vernarth, when he was mentored by arrows in the middle of the Gaugamela field, even moving Maceo. When the sinkholes moved noisily, smaller mountain ranges were conceived deduced with the greater effect of their rotating nerves.
They were immense thunderings that even scrubbed even the nimbus spheroids reddened by Dasht-e-Kavir's clamor. He turned from left to right, pretending to exile the Lut Desert, tubed from his pro-generation by two bundles of high-density optical or fibral rope that he energized, and that could cohabit with Vernarth disabled in his odyssey of the Horcondising (Paradise of the lineage of Vernarth to Gaugamela).
Canto de Brisehal: “the veil that shelters indifference, has been knotted in the hatched abdomen of the earth, and of the doline that protected me from the folio that exchanges what has or will happen. The feat of all those who suffer from standing and lying down, have three routine abortions in their relative white pregnancy, which made me nest in love for my lord Vernarth. The Eritrean Sibyl, neither in Greek nor in Latin, has to circumvent the breviaries of the Pontiff Maximus who speaks while he sleeps, of aniline nights where no one perishes awake. "
Sibylline for the Saudi, from the vortex the gulfs that hide are directed,
from where they are reborn as choirs of Aeschylus, behind the springs of Agamemnon, where Clytemnestra opens the plains that make the
Shamal runs through its dry mood dew, but wet with Eritrean sap, it is an affront in subtropical springs that dry up tears from the sturdy fallen body, in tears that will not be heard by the tenacious hemp...
Al-Haffar, pierced in arrows on his thighs, arms, and pectoral, where the star opens, shining for those who die for it in the first sheet-lightning of the Thorayya night,
with violent hugs to receive who from a codex, receives the fifth bowl, for the violent winds of fishermen who ditched themselves from the wind into fine dust, and from the cleft hands of Aldebaran, peepholes of bilges of ogres that are born hellish to die as, pious in the arms of the Eritrean Sibyls, and in prologues of Brisehal with so many meters of wingspan, notwithstanding that no rye in a greater degree, which has to be ceremonial to them at the expense of a revived Libyan Sibyl.
Codex V - Brisehal Tectonics
