We peeled the skin of reality skilfully flayed with the edges of loneliness

 We peeled off the skin of reality skilfully flayed with the edges of loneliness the magic of I-oblivion since the future has already happened on the other side of the night une “ven-goisse” sur la douleur “Vincid'écriture“ “beggar ”and says the décheance des errances dans les rivages of the flowery dry orchards in their journeys on the liquid edge of the Seine subterfuge to float the lying water south le dos flot de la mort carries twice its reminiscence of the guarantor presence in the incarnated mirror in front of the fireplace the sofa of the presence tells you