The world is taking us. Then rest in the cold of the air. In the air of the Moon. In the inflamed sky of pain. And I lend my lips to the freshness of the sky, parted like a fish in the air that floats without wings or effort. Heaven of flesh and body. Crazy goat that makes a sign against the dark background of the sky; It is made up of stars that, due to the immense distances, are not even known. Crazy desires to make an image of the influence on the soul and character that believes to come from the immensity of the sky. 

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