“There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber.”
“There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber.”
Victo Ngai
Calabria, Nocera Terinese - Holy Week -The rite of Vattienti (by M Majakovskij)