Painting: The Taking of Christ by Caravaggio

Terveisiä haudalta.

Kynttilä jäi sinne palamaan. Sateeseen. Ovatkohan pehmeään maahan painuneet jälkieni pikarit jo pisaroista täyttyneet?

Aamusta asti on päässäni pyörinyt seuraava iloinen ralli:

 

(traditional)
Well when the saints go marchin' in
Well when the saints go marchin in
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marchin' in

When the sun refuse to shine
Well when the sun refuse to shine
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the sun refuse to shine

Well when the saints go marchin' in
Well when the saints go marchin in
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marchin' in