Interminable round of aerostatic nights, dense portraits, died letters, insupportable installations, fragments of lightness, bodies literally tied up with the words, recalcitrant, high-speed metaphors, foxes of hatred, ashes of inconsistency, egeries, defects and solicitudes. Tessiture of what arrives, unspecified, far from balance. At the end of all, the sound of one match to the hand, with all that will miss to never finish some.