Accomplice cries as a call. Prepare the ways to return. With his strong, confident and insolent gaze. Like life in the background. Like the love of the land. Like the heart in urgency. Facing the longing for life. There were your words stairs to heaven. Then the sky is no longer made of stone. Neither calcined nor stone. I live with open hands. With the germinated words. Well, I'm writing to you. I speak to you on your behalf. Innocent and love. Son guilty of pain. From that shore where I did not go. I am opposed to death.

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