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At Adolfo Kaminsky
The Earth belongs to all men, each of them could be
live with dignity & tour the continents, see cities:
Paris, the old lady & the Tokyo disciplined planning chaotic
read the plan a city that changes ra tomorrow read the following days
& say that * monquartierchangeramillefoisdurantmavie *
I do not know what is after lam ort , although I do not know a word like
. L. AM ORT
makes sense or if
DIEUY AHVEBRAHMÂ.
are my fathers.
I remember my 1 8 years (I say 1 8 years now, as I 35)
my father said I had hit. (I did not really hit;
he wanted to go to the end of our relationship, milk vo u "vo ila
everything I've done, and now it is to i. "), and he yelled in his apartment
:" IT-ME-ENG-NUG! "While my hand had just grazed.
The youth said: "I want we want. "It is a prayer to life, and
his desire is also beautiful that. Acceptance. at. tout.ce.qui.est.
*
We go out of the bellies of mothers
& we taste the sun.
Each day the sun comes
and he smiled at the men.
Without reason, he said:
"Why are you here?
Why you come back every day in the same house?
Why do you belong to a people, a family? Why are you a mother?
"Each hours of the day undulates his delu nurses IMBE n e p on your water.
"The earth is everyone
every man, people,
has the right to move freely.
"It is I, mother earth,
is I who have done what it is.
Believe me circulates freely within it, devours it without remorse.
"The earth is a land of plenty.
Why should you go to war? What reasons your borders?
I am the only host that you welcome, I'm the only reason the boundaries of your fields,
and I've never asked for hospitality
and I do the never ask.
"It's me, your father and your mother, if you wish, tell yourself that it's me.
Love that makes you feel good during your childhood, tell him, * Mon.père. * or * . Ma.mère. * , if that's what he wants to hear,
but he himself comes from the stars, and, as such,
not claim to belong to a family .
Each of you is that i lepèrelamèreoul'enfant of penny he hates. "
, There is no stranger to what it is man "
. Now suing sun
Where you are born is the result of chance, your life itself is a network
of
-c-
-ir-
-c-
-ons-
-stances-
you believe and recognize the signs of truth in what your parents sent you
but your families as well as the borders of your nation,
are inventions of poets.
Every man, every people must be able to move freely & not to be recognized on his way
"You do not have to designate *-un.nom. *
as you do not have to ask
*-un.nom. *
that you encounter.
Each of is free to you-name * and * * * appoint-beings and things, according to his tastes.
There is no signature at the beginning or the crossing of I do not
know what story
no sulfurélémentaloucivilisation before during and after you.
Compared to the firmament, each grain of stars in the night
back your image as you wish:
the orb of the world is a
.
which has no dimension
space
, How vain to seek a measure men & to things
? to close the distance &
You do not belong more than the earth or the sky is not your own.
homes you build are both places of passage
. For you and the stranger who asks you for the hospitality
Give him the keys to the house when it arrives at your door
ask for asylum on bed & cover, once they cross the threshold
and leave it the next day, after kissing on the mouth,
resume his journey, resume Drive devotreamidevotreamant,
where he left, thanking heaven for his kindness.
I myself am from the house of heaven
, I change him every time the bonds that unite us &
so , I am looking twirling
your eyes inevitably slip
m him oi m
from me to him,
him,
the deep blue of her identifies
, the white glare of my ward
. "such as free play of the waves under the sea
*
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