A wall of empty olive oil canisters of 2.5 x 2 meters is erected and kept in balance by wide tape. I am in leather motorcycling attire with ski boots with mirrors attached to the front. A rubber helmet crowns my head. Rubbers are connected to the skis. With each movement, the extensions connected to the helmet and skis tow the body up and down. I cross the wall of canisters which collapses, I take off my helmet, leather jacket and skis that I put offstage. I take a roll of tape, take off my whole T-shirt, and tape five or six oil canisters to my leather pants. I walk up to a mic, half-open a canister cleaned, rinsed, and filled with water. I begin a series of gargling, more or less serious. This for two or three minutes. I then take the caps of diabetic syringes, uncap them and plant them in my stomach. As if an actupuncturist, I draw a man on my body. I also finish a text between recitation and gargling.