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Scholars who took part in the last conference
On logical judgments and system of reference, 
Following the instrumental rationality, consumerism,
Cultural industry under economical anew fetishism,
Rested hanged on the sky of their great expectations.
But, all their sophisticated speech hid big temptations:
Some discovered America in loveliness and loneliness,
In a touching balance between skepticism and happiness;
Peoples from the postmodernism`s cage of our season,
Even monks of cold religion between borders of reason,
Who climbed the heights to bet on their life, men can't
Follow transcendence, by reading duty as love in Kant;
The only song has been burned in those joyful hearts
Of light, when with broken wings, they won grey clouds;
On Anakena, the "leap month" of ancient hot summers,
They counted in large numbers of wonders, of dreamers.
Politicians dreamt the United Europe…under the Asian flags;
And wind of revolutions brought new dreams at their legs;
Kant type of education was singing self`s song as best attempt;
But as valiant love loves duelist from conquest's not exempt, 
The verse has long claws and good determination to stay:
It is desperately hung just at the other side of the grey.
Like addressing to Moai –the statue with long ears
I`m not sure, that from this little distance, he hairs.
The winning contestant of the Tangata-manu egg hunt
Well, first he's in the background, then, he's in the front,
To check if on the world`s egg is written: “Hope”
Or if suddenly, it will roll down from the slope.
If “Eye for eye and tooth for tooth”, the love is knife
That cuts the residual truth and experience of life.
Try to save wild ontology with means at hand:
Is the transcendental way a no man's land?
Bring knowledge and the exchange relation of truth 
To shake the wicked bitter sides in wondering youth,
But timelessness of truth, is always wandering youth,
In metaphysics as 'battle-ground' if words had not been sooth
Read Pure Reason as a 'court of law' for good tomorrow
Else, each verse in my stanza is but “Guilt and Sorrow”.
If you don`t read the pair verse from William Wordsworth
For:”Clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth…”
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