Mirrors came to life. Miraculously. Fallen with peak ahead. Without good misfortune without reason or rhyme, with a bad foot without breaking. // His grammar is already limping.\\ Lemon mint rue. The one. of p I already know how to live. Spent being undisturbed by slow wear of the narrow window of the heart cell. Through the mouth of the eye the world dies. Like an old sadness with the red pupils of a seven-deceased cat with her red shoes knocking under the jaws of the warned door, over the danger of the bed, she protects her innocent innocence, in which she grows from the transformation of slaughtered lambs.
Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.