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The lies that I told

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I thought, as you think of any thought before the piece of paper, before the finger, before the art that invades it, that abusive relationship between me and the leaf. Taken with harshness against the virgin victim, I propose a Greek orgy, a sublime sodomy, but when I penetrate it, I do not feel inside it, that damn leaf does not react to my acts, nor does it give me back the life I give.

This unreacted piece of paper, after being corrupted, carries me, I am in every letter, period, comma, in every malformed sentence, in every spelling mistake, in the first, third and second paragraphs, without order, under the piece of paper, I shatter.

I am in everything I write, but I am not what I wrote, what I write or what I will write, just as a coroner analyzes the cause of death, I lay a dead body under the sheet and examine the cause of life. Which or which diseases can cause a body to die? What humanities, sciences and philosophies can bring a body to life?

The lies that I told was originally published in ILLUMINATION on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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