As the logs sail through the mouth

 The extent of the skin cost him his eyes; more or less exaggerating. Well, four truths carry the pupils whether someone sees them or not. They will tell you who you are if you hang out with them. Otherwise, to verify, give time to the truths of the eyes. You will have to lend a hand or a cell phone avoiding the blow that the unexpected usually gives, like the sleeping logs you usually give headaches, tangles and insomnia. Which doesn't usually happen as the logs navigate through the mouth. And sometimes they get stuck there in the blink of an eye. Neither grains nor seeds captive of the beauty of its bark. Against the sword of suffocation and the solid trunk, his words were stuck.

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