Matter, the mother of intentions, substance of freedom,
Intact boat over the misery’s ocean
And under the another seas, recovered seas of causes, improvement causes…
Maybe the soil don’t forget the nor reactions, nor residual things,
Like a pieces left the hands manufactured by passes, by events, by obscures
clothes,
May a man can be pass over the trouble waters of illusions
Without to wet subtractive way of course that the make the all fractals of
stars…
When the scope of the tradition maybe overseas possible
The concept of ignorance from excludents tyrannies
Trace only the possible on the scope of the page of a program stable for
convenience…
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