Débris de rébus ex hieroglypho from hieroglyph
From to be The wings and their wind returned, their flight, space and air of the lively confusion. They came back. Inside. Towards the constant of the soul. Marked with vivid pain. whose language is not Although by other means he speaks, chatters, incomprehensible frantic “runrun”, “pounds keys” of the membrane of the skin, which resonate “disharmonicly” for us in dissonant sequences that disturb the ear of life itself.
Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.