Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Our terrestrial hardship
You are an orange of the wood
that flowers
with the look of rain
In the dream
passing densely the mud
mounted in the tail of truck
we stop to prove
our terrestrial hardship
and wealth
The one that comes with us
walks where the land comes with emptiness
remembering the farm where he is normal
to submit, when he ploughs the land
The return,
overbearing
that one makes later,
is all the everything
that you can make.
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