I wrote you with an alphabet of letters like a soul reciting with the calmness of its stillness
And with the noise of its radiance, and the trembling of its fear in your absence, and it is completed
Her look, the muteness of her words, and the melody of a bird flirting with space
And with an eagerness to meet, extending to no end..
I want a clear enemy who is fit to curse and curse
And soldiers cheer for their return
Defeated or victorious
And martyrs, not victims
And an anthem
And a memorial...
I want a place in the heart of the country to comment on
A memorial photo of a family that did not survive death
I leave the task of pinning medals of honor on the chest of the tyrant to war.
I want a war that resembles a war
And an enemy is the enemy, without a mask, from the clay of this earth
And a poem I write in praise of the fighter
Not in Venetian satire!
I want to write grass,
The grass that will grow on the iron of the cannons!
Because innovation is not a talent, but rather an acquired act that requires from us the will, persistence, and determination to do the thing in the correct manner required, I present this story, which I want to be an example for us so that we stop saying that innovation is a talent and that we do not all have it.
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