Technique: Inks and anilines applied with hemp, nibs and brush on 320 gram paper
Binding technique: Accordion binding with handmade paper cover as an envelope
Measurements: 18.5 x 20 cm
Number of pages: 8
Text:
That religions make me sad and death makes me laugh.
I confess that I was taken to the apartment by taxi more than once and the next day I didn't remember anything.
I confess to having touched Mademoiselle Espina's breasts in the mouth of a corner with seven doors
I confess that I have bought a thousand useless things at useless prices and that I have felt important for having a beautiful object, that I like to swallow my miseries alone and end up from time to time at six in the morning calling some stranger my brother.
I confess that I cry, of course, like everyone else, although I learned to do it inside, and not bother the neighbors like that.
It's no secret that I hide pearls of salt in caves where no one will ever be able to admire them, that I'm the perfect age to skip over my second adolescence.
I confess that after playing fair against the system, the system kicked me in the ribs, and its straw men laughed in my face and not even the lawyers could stop its torrent of stones. I also confess that I have it saved for you.
I confess that I have lived, although not long enough.
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