With you I learned to cry; we learned to cry with us. Tears came to us. From the past, they came to us. We learned to cry like long nights. To cry by chance, here and now. We invented the nights to stay in our eyes. A love you tie around our bodies. Like rain I love you. Like the dripping of time. I love you of love storm, of square and street, of terraces in the corners where the alleys avoid the crowded tables in their continuous walks of street existence.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.