Texts for nothing

Solo una salvación les queda a los vencidos, no esperar ninguna.
Vigilio, Eneida II, 334.







Blot, words can be blotted and the mad thoughts they invent, the nostalgia for that slime where the Eternal breathed and his son wrote, long after, with divine idiotic finger, at the feet of the adulteress, wipe it out, all you have to do is say you said nothing and so say nothing again