From the oldest calendar in the world,
that is, from the silent time
when there weren't even calendars yet
nor the clocks,
and the days were measured by hunger
for the wild animal that always appeared
on the same rock, by the wind,
because of the rain, this breed was always a rare breed. He always died seriously from a
homeland. That is, by a limit.
Man does not die for an X Extension of Earth. even for a flag
or a hymn. They realize? What the man
loves. What his animal hands and his animal breath love. It is not a homeland. That changes
by name every few centuries. The man
love limits. He dies for millennia
defending limits. and always too
he secretly envied the birds. Whose
homeland is heaven How could Man
fly. As. If he loves limits.