Ophelia Reprise

Her pale body was covered by air.  Only bracelets decorate their arms.  It lies in a green sheet of recent tints.  The color drips on the scene.  She is white, red its hair, her eyes are closed.  Somebody pray. Others lie otherwise:  they make the sign of the cross.  Somebody silences some step.  Somebody enters the chapel.  All watch.  Nobody cries. There are ring in some mouths.  They close them so that it does not dazzle.  They also close the windows, burn torches.  There are no reflections.  Except for the iris, that shiver.  Some close their eyes.  They feel like and they bend the head.  They wait for the following one.  All the wood banks are now filled.
Of weak constitution, but colossal head, the monk ocupy the center of the scene.  
He soon makes flexions and a pair of pull-ups, hung of the crucifix.