The ignored by the same love

 Like a one, one, we died in repetition and in the return of the engine of dreams. Painting beds. Tales of pain. And others. And more. Synchronized. In rebellion against those ignored by the same love. By the ribs battered by the strong muscles of the wide heart. Cut weapons of the imminent loving robbery at the gates of the wall of the economy, which in its arid hardship raises ever higher and impossible walls every day. Picture of the soul shattered like a well-worn cloth by withering disuse.

Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.