Life as a paradox of nonsense

 Life as a paradox of nonsense. I was suspended in your presence. He went from one page to another of reality. Metonymic encyclopaedia universalis of the possible. Pieter Brueghel Young and Old decoupled for him signifying. Despite the flash impact, we did not wake up. I want to see you and see. How they see and paint. See pieces of metaphors in pictures. Wake up early and see. Change my eyes at night. Your pain. Let it fade. The color of the night. The night blindness. Same and another every night. Nightmares without a doubt. I want to see you in the words. In the happiness and dreams. In those that come out of the body of things. They do not fool us with their doubts and forgetfulness. With their confinement in silence. Captured, both, in the alternation of presence-absence.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.