...Ask for what you feel. except forgive. Ask for yourself. Accept that your umbrellas are destroyed by unexpected typhoons. Take on yourself. I revalue my meat my inner sparkles such divine cosmology I breathe sweet incenses. I see myself. I open doors. To give a step backwards is not moving back. If my feets hurt i repair them. I get myself ready. Since childhood im still rowing in a skinny arm form... Who think that i will stay in the blind spot which gave me temporary confort Injections are not good except they stink out love... Adapted fragment of "Anticuerpos" Fractales D.I.Y 2015.