And I that. Between and and you can. You continue as a waste. With whom I love you enough to perish instantly, at first. Because T. How is Paradise at dawn? You appear naked to me. Frequently. Like repeated sunrises. V.0. That come to us untranslated. We don't know what to do... Before our impossibilities dissolve. They come to us. They dissolve. . . Stray dogs flee before the vibrations of the violin. They take the stairs to the Metro. The moist steam from the hole reaches him. They intend to take the exit to open fields where you are.

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