You can see from above beauty, which sometimes includes pain, beauty and pain, above silence you can feel

 They are from here. Without living indifference. It can be seen. Beauty from above. Which sometimes includes pain. Beauty and pain above silence. Is considered. Sailing from the noise beyond. Of fear and submission. At the time of his death. To the immortality of soul power. How are you dead without knowing it? She pretends to be alive, she shouts her subtle presence, in the midst of the uproar of “incredulity” she prevails, she rolls down the slight slope of the valleys sung to the fluid life that despite herself ends in another life of the deepest aquatic abyss.

Autobiographies. Write in sight. Palimpseste on painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.