Once I was a Paleolithic painter, a sensual hunter

Plundering the earth, living from hand to mouth,

Drawing at one end of the cave, all my worries ordinary,

I was faithful to nature, transmitting pure and honest beauty,

my drawings of movement were snapshots

I saw the finest nuances of color

and didn’t know about the existence of Shadows

I didn’t believe in gods or the world to come

I lived in an age of deeds

afterwards I split in two and divided the world

into reality and the beyond

the seen world and the hidden one

the mortal body and the soul.

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