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The Widow and Her Reflection with the Navigator and His Sister
An introduction to the discourse of the lunatic, when he sleeps in the form of a triangle at odds with the nighttime scent of secret flowers and forlorn passageways beckoning to the swimmers… His deductions shine with a brilliance only he can endure. The pain of movement is the pleasure of eagles in midair. When he speaks to his mirror the words exchanged open up new vistas that extend far beyond the analogies of fiction and nonfiction. He sleeps most peacefully when engaged in the most dangerous activities...
*They stopped to mingle with the others, in a space and time that resembles a courtyard in the shape of a dream, bright with fog and arousing to the touch, but secretive and forbidding. She nonchalantly caresses the sexual ambiguity that exposes its silken threads in the depths of the forest, like fool’s gold in the memory of a river. He is uncertain, as always, and yet tentatively plays with the spokes of the great wheel, its velocity frozen in the crux of a blissful short-circuit. An impending checkmate allows them the chance to exchange places, amalgams, fuses and radiances.
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Transparency is the state of being violently opposed to everything.
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There are always cities underground and secret societies, but not everything secret is hidden, nor is everything hidden always a secret. Crisis is always imminent, no matter what the cost, and passion is always near, even when denied.