Three days of life alone

 t pos no hn. When I don't know what. The trees wait. To strangers. Always fascinated. The first; whoever they are. Below that. The river of bridges passes. Glu Glu. Glu Glu. Already in the tumult. In its massacre it blooms like a whirlpool. Today he steps. I know them by their noises. For his lost plastic men. Your well being. To three days of only life as a whole. High heels. Oh Love! That they love with their jumps. From early thighs. From today at last! left all day. To dawn in the left fold of your lips.

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