In a treeless world a winged being
builds a nest on the head of a passerby,
anxiusly waiting for the bus.
When he steps in,
...
Rain is longer than waiting,
a line that breaks
as soon as a woman
gets into a car.
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Firecrackers jump and explode in the air,
announcing the arrival of the moon,
who tired of being stalked
by astronomers with telescopes,
...
If I followed Descartes` method,
I would doubt the weather forecast
of a reporter who said:
'Tomorrow the skies wil be blue'.
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John Doe is insured against disappointment;
he expects very little from people.
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The uncertainty of the night,
its screams, its spilled blood,
are too much for the owl,
that now flies in search of
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A question deserves an answer,
a true answer, not the silence
between two columns sustaining
a crumbling building,
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Engulfed by flames, the clouds
open a path of light in the forest
at night.
Confused, the owls sleep
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They say grass is greener
on the other side,
but when the immigrant,
sun burned and wet
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If according to Berkeley,
to be is to be perceived,
you have a philosophical
problem with toasting your bread.
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