We were on life insurance

 We were on life insurance. In city insurance. Run naked. Heard. Mouth and air. Sunset today at sunset on the air procession. For an entry on the greedy eyes. In a preferential box on the carpet of red seats, the silk curtain rises before the fiction that awaits. In your perfumed mouth, shadows wrinkled by the habit of the unopened time sometimes melted away.

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