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My wishes are not the same
every day, vary according to the indoor climate
which depends to some extent on the outside climate,
and so it is that my wishes or desires
clash, for example, with innuendoes
veiled and explicit from the Bible and the Koran
(remember: fear came with religion: punishments)
and the teachings of the Buddha, much less
...they agree with what happens among the Hindu castes.
No, the steps of my hell are different,
are quiet, silent, no watermark, no color and
no favorite music, because everything is discord.
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