Cave curve, cavity. O source of tranquility! In the background, eyes suddenly. Violated cool sky. Peeks his skin. On the fly. Through its air it appears. Beloved sky-cave. It groans in the mouth of the trees. There where the green appears or flees alternately. With the clouds he cleans his wounds. Launching into the smiling woods. Heal and come back. It descends and returns. Sometimes moaning, rubbing and crying. Searching for known hidden sites. Wild and pastoral. Crazy body of heaven who takes thrust from its depth.

SubIrrealism in a mirror. Random intratextuality.