No letters written other times. Lost letters, maybe. Speechless, maybe. mouth airs. Driven like nails into the lips with the iron of silence. As in the street I cried. Wide street that dies. He stood on the sidewalk to wait for the sidewalk. It is a contradiction of siesta. Look for consistency. to the letter At his blow The first one that runs away grab her by her graphic neck. Deform it in its form so that it takes that of another that is different from it. And they will have, in their alternation, the group they need.

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