I would be free


I would like to say something that makes some sense.


I would want a liberator education.


in a country without pain


Any place where someone would not live in the gutter


and would not live off the dirty air


eating the mess of certainty


I would think of a space with a rise-up of bushes rather than grass.


It would be somewhere where doubt would be the reason.


Each one there would eat of uncertainty


It would account for a history.


It could laugh freely.


Could touch piano


and to blow an instrument


singing the life


An education that could freedom us


of all liberty


In this place, I would live in a home fenced where the pure air does not come and neither screws up.


The little package of life could die with gratitude.


and grace


I would be blessed


I believe in that


My egotism and desire


It would back within me.


I would speak with dogs.


I would wake up in the dawn.


I could say I  never would die again.


I would not have any education.

I would be tied to the environment, creating an atmosphere where I would stay in the war of my thoughts

fighting against conceptualizations

Wandering until existing in one country like it

where education could be for anyone liberator

I would make mistakes and make the right things

I would want a life with contradictions

where utopia were my feet

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I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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