The development of Contradiction in the essence of objects manifests itself as identity of the infinite source of sensation in the external world.
I am grateful to your greetings
when I entered the door
you let me listen to
the melody of our encounter
What resounding of the atmosphere
pushes your fingers
the same percussion
that forced
my standpoint
to be expressed, to struggle
on the side of the marginal
as to how your situation is
now
hanging on the headroom
It came to my mind if you
could really flee the evil spirits
I will whisper to you to play on the threshold
for the reason
that only in the colliding
of those metal digits
could you make music
which means
when there is dialectic
in every opportune moment
You remain holding regard for differing worlds
Ysh Cabana © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
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