He comes to the desert and whispers the words of temptation. What do Jesus' lips say in response? It doesn't matter if the heart, lungs and his flesh are silent. The glances at each other are as sharp as a wire. But it's not about the views at all. It's about breathing, it's about life, it's about bones, scars and blood.

This is more than just a temptation from Satan. It looks like a plum-tinged pulp painted in the dying light of life. It's like cherry blood, warm, sweet and deadly. It's like the tears of the saints. It's like a martyr's smile. It seems that people are too afraid to utter every lie, every sin and every truth, because the result is always the same.

In the name of every immortal God, they are hungry. But the Devil cannot find power against the prayers of the Son of God. He is stronger, the light of faith is in his chest. He will go through unbelief, through enmity and pain, the Heavenly Kingdom is dearer to him than the two underground ones.

Jesus is close to death, the Devil knows. He knows that he will die tied to his own bones, on the graves of those whose names he does not even know, with sobs and impurities of metals in his teeth. Poets say that death is liberation from life, a gift from the gods. The prayers that people read, the songs that they sing are a useless delay.

The world is cruel, and Jesus' pray will do nothing. His fate ahead is unchanged. All he can do is trust. Or not. "Go away, Satan. You have no power over me."

Not to trust. (?)