They had unheard-of orgasms

 They had unheard-of orgasms. Let me. walk around Or are you flying above the future? Walk on the heat of the roofs. Ridiculous metaphor. Like those metaphors of body parts. To deny that they do not work. Fragments of orgasms. Fragments of the streets of the body. Of rain, fragment. Blinded nostalgia. It is winter in the fruit trees. Moldy fruits emerge from dawn. As if they still had meat offered under their swollen skin.

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