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Written by Valeria Garrido
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Friday, 16 May 2008 |
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Concaves and convexes my thoughts drew paradoxes when the inside of the mount spoke and driven by the soft sounds of Pan's flute I realized, I was not I. I walk beside me yet I do not see, at times I visit and at times I forget;
I remain silent while I talk and forgive sweetly, when I hate I take a walk when I am indoors and will remain standing at my death. And in the musical algorithms of natural numbers, imaginary figures, promising metals and frail stones I found the perfect notes, carved inside and realized … I was not I.
© Valerie Jones - 2008 Last update: 16-05-2008 15:37
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