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Written by Tomás Tedesco
Time of Outside
Nothing was There
.Humanity of all Together
,People like felt Bricks
,Uniform rose Clay
Tallest the For
.Fame of Project
.Union (Their) Shattered And Came G-d
Lip, language, mouth, throat, ink, lenguas…
Once humans found they could speak in all sorts of ways
Like creases of blocks
But finally free.
Rules Human no are There
.Universal are That
Isn’t it beautiful?
You, me, we are all dirt, resting in alternative invisible frameworks, communicating communities with no walls and no sky.
The trees of languages can finally spread its roots and grow.
And seeds are flowing from the birds above.
And no branch will ever be the same as the one below.