To confront the body is to position it, the confrontation generates a distance between the entities that are part of, to be part of the intention, the localized body enunciates a decision, it is not known who makes
the decisions of my body, and even less those of its context.

The decision is the one that confronts the body by asking about its stay, about its stay, the decision is in what the body loses in the day, in its stay, losing the days is also a position, it is a position in context, he wonders if the position is in the environment or dissolves with the days, the days that the body loses when deciding to face itself.

Intentions are counted as the days of the week are counted, in planetary conjunction and in divine disposition, divine are the days that I do not lose, but those that I throw away, divine is to face Mondays,
Monday August 28, 2023, my face against the moon and see that when we face each other we hesitate, the days throw me away and I throw away their intentions, my body is not there, it is its stay because when looking at the sky it can only make fun of the planets, the problem is that the distance is very far away, and the moment Mercury hears my laugh I will no longer have to face my body anymore.

Among the gods no one laughs, that is why the divinities remained in their poses, those who face god waste their time if the days have not been thrown away before, those who face god do not face to nothing, in what context are the prayers addressed, there is a lack of position, the pose lacks position, facing the body is positioning it and facing God is laughing.
The position of laughter is written in man’s fists and is shared in grandmother’s songs.

So then I locate the dialogue, they are my coping distances, but whoever laughs at Mercury does not have a face so hard as to face everything head-on, I throw the stone and hide my hand, my stones have context and are directed to each pose , to each god pose that does not allow me to throw away my days, my stones go from the pose to the trash, my stones and my days find their place in the trash can.

Locating the body in the dialogues with the poses that don’t bounce, I decide that I face the world with my ass, facing the body is positioning it, so I position my back and bend over, the intentions change with
the curves of my surface, my surface I am not here today, my surface laughs at night and sobs, I face my body from behind because nobody usually touches the secrets of my back.

My back speaks while laughter is heard on Olympus, if the gods do not laugh, what happens on the mountain that no one has ever wanted to tell me, if my back is the one who speaks who listens to the questions that weigh in my vertebrae.

Where do I face the body that I turn to dialogue.
Where do I locate the body that does not know whose it is the laughter that it hears at night from the mountain.
Where do I position the body that collects days in the dump and breaks noses with its stones.
Where does the stay-day of time go if it’s not up the ass.