The wind is assimilated in the skin

 Before your eyes, the gaze pierces me. The wind is assimilated on the skin. Clears doubts from the pores. Accurate sting. Like vertigo. What wakes up It takes you out of your parts; those who walked on their own. Love walked on veils. Life in colour. Fleeting footsteps of veils. Foot gestures like the combination of things. And it goes, it walked, it continued.

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