Nearby the village of Haisanni, a few kilometers from Kaesong, eight stone giants guard the tomb that the
thirty-first king of Koryo (Kongmin, the painter-king) built for the woman he loved, the queen Kokuk Kong-chu.
Et amassa perdutamente Ixotta degli Atti… With its stone tables, its animals oriented by the stars, its
moon-based domes draped in lichen, nothing is foreign in this royal cemetery. At Teotihuacan, at Saint Peter’s in
Rome, we met with barbarity (I mean that which offends the heart, not the mind). But here we recognized the
passion of Pedro and Ines, laying foot to foot in Alcobaça, « so that when they lift their heavy tombstones and rise
up on Judgment Day, their