coloseuchrist.

one of the girls on the boat, a chinese girl named barbara who spoke english with a little bit of trouble, asked me as the sun set and the moon rose high and huge and full and orange about my tattoo, the key to my heart?
we shared a love and tears at the sight of the coloseo, colloseum but i did not go inside. she said oh it was beautiful, they had a giant cross inside, are you christian? i smile and say no. she presses her hands to her heart and sways like someone in love and smiles it was just beautiful.



the colloseum doesnt have shit to do with jesus christ, but if you want to associate your god with mass man and animal slaughter for sport, be my guest.