Byzantine Chapel

Byzantine chapel You had to swim a few meters until the find, you had to cut right and into the rock is stuck the cave. I always felt like a small Byzantine dome that part. An ancient Christian church remaining to wait until the end of the times. I thought that I saw byzantine frescos painted in stone. Dride out faces looking at me silent and serious. Tied with humidity, clams and starfish And salt spilling on their hair and beards. People ready to make fires. Eyes like calcined charcoal with crabs tied In garment. Steady, hard and fair fathers, breaths sulfur. The light flowed from the top to the center with a thin gap. Algae and sea-urchins like spilt Censer without burning incense and green stones as offerings in the Sanctuaries left at random. The water reaches the middle and bottom well in solid sand. I was ashamed to come in the sanctuary of sanctuaries Alone because their quietness is heavy and their aim holy.