Misfortune consolidates, coagulates, crystallizes, hardens. It makes misery. Of the night bad advice. Nest of stone eggs incubated between paw and paw in the middle of the marsh. No blood rushing to his face. No friendly stories. barefoot. No legs of three cats. badly hunted No hairs on his egg tongue. Without the achieved roundness of the ball. Far from his eyes, far from his mind of yellow gelatinous yolk who without breaking make a warm omelette. In which he sticks his nose (without poking his own) into the white of the other without breaking his own, reserved for the new generation of jumping chicks. Well, only God gave us a nose without double like his twin sisters.

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