The message of love of the Virgin Mary.
Act III of an erotic tale with a religious theme.
Vinci


"I salute You Mary full of grace"
"the Lord is with You"
"You are blessed among all women"
"and I Am, the fruit of Your sanctified flesh"

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With one hand, she released one of Her bosoms and using her other hand, she guided my head, tenderly, towards that breast of an astonishing roundness.




Fouquet

- "Go, drink to the fountain and wash yourself into It."

I already touched this tender flesh, inhaling it, smelling it, torturing it without any restraint. I drove in my mouth with greediness, delighting myself of the aromatic emanations that spattered from the tiny watering pot resting in the center of the wide nipple, deposited there like a pretty ornament on the contour of Her breast: these mysterious liquids, those intoxicating perfumes filling up my mouth, and overflowing to the corners of my lips, splashing the shivering curves of Her elastic breast.
ElGreco
I was thirsty, I was thirsty, I was thirsty.

- " If you are thirsty, come to Me and drink, you who believe in Me! "

VanEyck

- "From My breast will flow rivers of spring-waters..."

Montegna




I heard noise of steps outside. It was the priest who returned from the confessional and I just had the time to climb down, supporting myself to the body of the Virgin-Mary, impassible in front of what I considered to be a danger. And, with Her innocent look, she added these words:

MichelAngelo




- "I am She in which you give all your Joyce. Open yourself to the love I offer you."

Rubens

- "Go little one and diffuse My message of love over the whole earth."


Velasquez

Before leaving, I threw a last collusive glance in direction of the Virgin-Mary. She was there, always rigid on Her pedestal.




Botticelli


She stared at me, like always. She had a strange smile, enigmatic, indefinable, a small and almost imperceivable grin hanging from Her lips, a collusive glance that could have pursued me always, if I had not ceased serving mass this same year.






MontegnaMontegnaMontegnaMontegnaMontegnaMontegnaMontegnaMontegnaMontegnaMontegnaMontegna

My mother had suddenly stopped crying. I was now a little man.




BelliniBellini

Since then, I accomplish these ceaseless pilgrimages on the dusty roads of the world propagating the message of love of The Immaculate Conception to the women of the world.


Marco Polo or the imaginary journey (Tales and legends,translated from french, february 1997) © 1997 Jean-Pierre Lapointe
homage to (Vinci, Titien, Fouquet, ElGreco, VanEyck, Montegna, Rubens, Botticelli, Bellini, MichelAngelo, Velasquez et J.S.Bach)
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