Mute witness ears

 "Break the risk." memory of water mix of me Me, moldy India brush ink paper. It hurts, in its creak, the paper. It ends up as a drop of vegetable fiber. It dries up Hardens the brittle mixture. It becomes the eternal support of the word. He speaks only like a machine who, being of restless handwriting, jumps phonemes when saying. Sing the word in narrative melody. It jumps, like an arrow, from the strings of the instruments towards the rhythmic fabrics of the dance. Those who walk them throwing them towards the mute witness ears.

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