What a waste,
your head in the wreckage
without a face I saw a picture,
a still life!
What a waste,
father without children
column cut of a book without letters
neck without blood, pain rotten
decomposition without color!
What a dream without a day!
Night arrested
water that cleanses the breast board
not collect more than dead!
Oh vacuum
to oppress
oh, father you do not exist
oh, broken column
goods
Division Multiplication evils!
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