Titas
Sunday
The Lump of the Head
To see, the eyes go cycling until they can see
To hear, the ears give the cutlery for listening< br/>To say, the lips are two talking pillows
To feel, the nostrils don't turn into chimneys without breathing
To go, the legs are in the car without walking
And what are the children doing
Inside the school?
Since the sun is shining like never before
Outside the room class
And there is a single red petal on the stem of this
Rose that remains beautiful, screaming...
And the bones will be our seeds under the ground
/>And from the bones the new seeds that will come

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