There is no time for filosophy -
Life and work ate everything.
We dream about the future,
Condemn strangers and familiar people
Passing over own mistakes and ours rotten teeth...
Like putridness meat caught by centrifuge,
Rotation of the earth's crust
And we spins, until the lights go out.
This innocent light, clean and kind,
Like a memory of the past.
for filosophy...
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