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I don't say "good morning" to a horse,
         but yes to the conductor... not that his
         not worthy of consideration, but
         they can't answer...
        And if they answer, I can't understand...
        Maybe I'm the "donkey"...
        I proclaim I write what I imagine,
        poetic as I can... that's why I don't
        I write only "glories hallelujahs"...
        I speak of the human who errs, and who
        Now and then it fixes itself... unless he
        was born "crooked"....
        I know that there is only one way, but
        All roads lead to a destination...
        With poetry, I walk all  them,
        and I always arrive... is that poetry is
         like a complacent hymen... and yet
         forgive us.
        Many do not believe:
        That man went to the moon...
         The sea is not for fish...
        The die was never cast...
        The law is harsh... it's nothing... just to
        Does not have strength....
        I believe that :
        The blind see everything with
         the eyes of the soul...
         The deaf hear everything in
          absurd silence...
         Butterflies are flowers that fly...
         That's why I continue loving the taste
         of the wind... to the God will...
         No scarf, but with documents....
         Yes, because if I am stopped in Blitz,
         I don't intend to be arrested in life...
         I wish to be in something
          always sheltered...
         Splendid morning! gentlemen
          and ladies...!
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