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After
The retreat
Of the last cubic ice
The fire
Discovery,
And after,
Thousands of years
Of 
Iron
Bronze
And tools
Testing.
After
The first form
Of calligraphic concrete was poured
After thousand of years of 
Earth quakes,
Volcanic eruption,
And the earth calmed down.
God appeared.
First
To help us 
Sort things out
To keep records
Of tyrants
And stories
Of few casualties
Cows and lams

That time 
Himself
Was not that idealistic
He was dedicated
To a particular
People
Who spoke? 
A particular language
He wanted
To calm down
Their spirit
And 
Satisfy their little
Needs,
And make 
It enough fair

Then 
He appeared 
A second
Time
This time
More sophisticated
More dedicated,
Blissful
With a new 
Refined thoughts
And sharp
Commands
New powerful Greek truth
As powerful
As the Greek Zeus
But still
For
The same people
The same place
The same language

It is true!
Hell!
Who knows?
Back then about geography,
Eskimos,
Or a great river
Called the Mississippi.

But look
He is pragmatic
He knows what he wants,
What he is doing,
And to whom 
He is addressing to.
Just to make it fair
It was not about
Geography

Then
After the commercial
Roads were well known
And extended
The Romans finished
Their exploration.
And after Cleopatra
Knew her f ate
He appeared for the third time
See!
It needs
Hell 
Of 
Human
Experiences
Hell
Of
Records
To show up
Again

Now here he is
In a desert
In no where
But still
Too close
To the same 
Geography
It was about
Civilizing
The un-civilized
Desert
It was about
Taking care 
Of the
Dust and 
Chaos
It is about
Unifying
Values
It was a big 
Bet
As hard as to make
Iron
Out of dust
But see
We always
Push to limits
It is bout us
It is a about
How organic,
Icy,
Hot blood,
And salty we are,

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