Useless to prevent with love the wound

 Useless to prevent with love the wound of the forewarned devil; because no one can touch the devil without smelling sulfur that disturbs the tongue of the pocket conscience so as not to run out of words. With that placement you can't see beyond the opening of your pocket. Although no one ever knows. Without risking your own ignorance. In exchange for all the gold in the world that each time slips away from us by the edge of a china cup of tea. And not being able to reach with both arms, fully open, the tip of the widely separated horns of the rice buns, we will eat isolated grains of rice in eternal poverty.

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