The rain as a look

 The hands sounded like a flight in the immense crossroads of everywhere. Avoid the cold. The frozen thighs. The rain as a look. It continues to rain as the skeptical crystals push back the torrent of rain. At least they have dry memories. For parts of you From the other side of the rain you look at me terrified.

Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.