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Lampades
When the sun leave the earth, the winter's cold wind falls on the world and the pale moon withdraws into his shadow until only that remains a feeble light. Gloomy barks accompany the chorus of the night that marches towards oblivion. Beautiful virgins, dressed in pitch and moon skin, wander in the darkness with a steady gaze to infinity and the pale hairs suspended in the fog, praying strange spe…