Forty returns


My gift of birthday

If the immobility of our castes conducters transfer to the movement of the celestial bodies today the land would have returned for fortieth time to the place that was occupying when I was extracted, at the risk of dying, of the abdomen of my mother.

But, since the path of the stars is the one that is, the most probable thing is that the above mentioned point is too far in the time - space for, at least to look at him.

Let's allow so that, before her rice's passes, the beautiful constitutive lady should transform again in the amalgam of the desires of all and not in the ferreous padlock of a brilliant chain to which they want to call freedom and it's not any more that benefit of some few ones.
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