In the ignorance of the “désêtre”

 T.S. Tus Te r. My Te r. About your La, the living. Oh, that the bolero song today does not sing of love pain but of flesh misfortune. Color bolero of body emotion and uprooted soldiery. Well, in it you left me alone with the thickness. Of the fragile model that we are. It falls apart deconstructed at the slightest breeze that life encourages. Falling to the ground. Soil itself flees from such a fiasco. Where the heartbreaking face in the mirror of the other is seen without seeing itself, in the ignorance of the “désêtre”.

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