I never saw a geometric figuration, an abstract solid or the one’s number. Once time ago I saw an abscissa and the curve of the existence as factorial whose result’s treated about my life and I abandoned the answer on paper that rose up lead to the wind.
I want grateful my ancestor who molded the countrified man that I am
I do not have layers the culture
My accents that denounces the setting
From where I come and the same time I am
But I leave my past luggage anywhere for I go
My head for tomorrow is each instance other
Again