The steps of pain were loved

 The steps of pain were loved. Walks in partial shade. Then they go back to half secret. He retreats among the traces of pain. Mouth to mouth they smile while their arms faint. No outrages. Without autumns that cut the frozen sea. In the damage of the bodies perished as workers of the sea. Their caps, their caps still float. On the surface of the "bled" blood.

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