Trip to Puebla

I highly enjoyed this past trip we made to Puebla. The city was beautiful, and the people very kind. Although, my most favorite part was its Cathedral.

Well, most of Puebla's churches are gorgeous to look at. Their barroque style is magnificent. Its golden details perfect. Everything inside acquired a look of sanctity to it. I enjoyed looking at those ceilings filled with gothic golden flowers. There was not a single space left un-adorned. All you could see was golden opullency adorning every wall, every stair, every window... everything!
I had the vane thought even the sladkvat sneeties do come true sometimes!

And then, the organist started playing one beautiful piece of music in that gorgeous organ, chasoded by what looked like The Gate from Heaven's doors. The very final touch for the most amazing architectural work I have ever seen. Its beauty still haunts me in my dreams. It was a very inspiring visit.

But, oh, well. Back to reality, we had to leave because the Cathedral closed its doors at 8. Sad things are sad, but I figured such a gorgie pie needs their beauty sleep as well, yes?
Viddy? I love you enough to let you go, Gorgeous Cathedral! I shall never forget you, and perhaps, the next time I visit you again, I will not ookadeet you by 8, but will instead hide in one of your fine corners and I will never ookadeet, so we can be together forever. And ever. And ever. AND EVER (Insert many hearts in here, please).

Isn't my baby gorgeous? She didn't even need any photoshop to look this great. That is some insane beauty.







Now, how many of you can say have seen The Gates of Heaven with your very eyes? I know I would be crazy jealous if I were you, hmm?







I still wonder if they will let me in, though.

Them Holy

As I climbed the highest peak, words couldn’t identify myself no more.

A beautiful image came to my sight. Their whole world is made of golden.

They have beautiful black glazzies, and bleeding white rots.

And they feed off of misery. They speak to me in languages I can’t understand.

Da ehj toiç o vouijah trull oon desthad?

Blood starts to pour down my nose.

It is so beautiful, words cannot express.

From the highest tower she fell. And as she hit the floor, a raw sound awoke us all.

Heard their cries for Vendetta.

Soh vouijah oh troll andist noh!

Where am I now? What have I done? Please, someone help me go back.

Their cries in excitement make me go numb. Their beautiful horns shine with the moonlight.

Daas ehn taj sihka hilken!

I don’t want to go back. Beauty is everything that meets the eye.

Did you know she was their bride? We will never see her again. And light possessed her soul. Words cannot express.

They are the most beautiful yet to know. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?

Tears start to fall down. My eyes started to bleed.

What were we thinking? They are the most beautiful creation. They have got everything we need. Please save me, please. Ah, their holy voices as they govoreet. That is all I can hear, and finally, I’m feeling comfortably numb.

They may feed off of me now. It is a very blessing to even be considered. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?

Please save me. All I see is golden. Golden and blood.

We may go through a transfiguration. But in the end, they are all I’ve seeked for.

Finally, golden and blood, golden and blood.

I am Illuminated.