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My teacher has always been blind…A Poem by cesardedicated to borges, my first teacher |
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Music in the DarkA Poem by cesarwords through generations, transferred ancestral knowledge, my task |
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What I must giveA Poem by cesarwho is the primordial influence on writing? |
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I kiss the faces of my booksA Poem by cesarthe feeling of reading and what it means, what exploration awaits, the investigator and the investigation, who is seeing who? |
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Our faces smashed on a coin of silver…A Poem by cesarReflections, mirror images, I am my father and he is me and we've been doing this for a long time. |
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