Spain. Canary Islands. Eruption of the Cumbre Vieja volcano. Hands were lowered. More feel. In despondency they are flesh. They feel that they feel them. Sometimes they are hungry, dejected. Of desire as escape. They smile with hope between their fingers. They smile like leaves in the wind. Sheet we are. Leaves hands. Belly leaves. Serenity envies. It does not know its poison. He does not know that there is something out. Like at the beginning where it was built.

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