In whose oblivion those forgetful ones who ignore the multiple traps of memory boast. They innovate hilarity. While the ears cannot exorcise the laughter that sails from the other side like ships under turbulent storms, while its fleshy sails are permanently changed by the wind from the agitated wings of their natural position, like animated drawings of black celluloid. On the outskirts, in the distance, not very far but not very close, certainly indefinite, they are selling, in their search, the deformed bodies who have been born against nature.

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