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A Forgotten Christ
Edilson Afonso Ferreira · Poetry · July 2026
On “Christ Cleansing the Temple”, Wood by El Greco, c. 1570
We surely must follow Christ, learn from him,
unquestionable Master of love and tolerance.
We surely must follow Christ, learn from him,
unquestionable Master of love and tolerance.
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Jaia Papitz · 2011 · Poetry
A recovered text from the first iExile body — returned to circulation, not as nostalgia, but because it still burns.
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