In the present autopsy the breath of the soul was released. Enunciating the lived love. Day and night lasted a short time or a long time or perhaps they went unnoticed, innocent of their own absence, turbulent, devastating. And tell me if one day you say that we were carried away by the simple passing of events, like naive little lambs, "pastors" of wide deserts, dry oases, mirage dunes, and the deformed space expanding in a deep movement of sailing.