There I wait for you at an indefinite point

 But how about? Take me away from the vertigo. There was my doubt of existing. Love-veil. Silk, fleeting texture. It appears as the gesture of the combination of things, experiences included. In that version of the universe. Reveals this, disoriented, the faces of the astronomical collisions that made us. scrambles Disoriented, like dead leaves, in the immense passage of space-time. There I wait for you at an indefinite point whose mouth does not let out.

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