Ubu king comings and goings... the glance of Ubu king also goes... and comes. Ceaseless successive comings and goings of the glance on a finished line, broken by the anthological sens of the hours employed to reduce the benefits of the miracle of the gifted words of infinity, until crowning the print of the glance on a line finished where, in white characters is spread out my typographical shade containing my secrecies.

I look behind with perplexity...

With sure, all in the world exists not to succeed.

I leave the flowers with their dumbness.

I prefer your absence with your indifference.

Janvier . Février . Mars . Avril. Mai.Juin .

juillet . Aout. Septembre .Octobre .Novembre.Decembre

Janvier .... fevrier.....mars ... Avril ...Mai ... JUIN

Juillet ... Août... Septembre ... Octobre ...Novembre...Decembre

octobre. novembre . Decembre