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Contents foreword Poems blue poem To my Father Whats the reason? Whats the reason? (ilustrated) Come see my world Dog love Leave your world Listen to my love Riddles answer So simple Soul package Thank you dear friend To my love Wake up You love a ... You rose I'll be your friend the lesson of life dust and genes bits to my dearest Stories alpha and omega |
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Dust And Genes
We are Mrs and Mr Hazard's children
Made of dust and shaped in genes We have no real choice in life But to be born, live and die And then mixed again with dust. Everybody "lives" after life is gone In the people's souls and thoughts... We really die and gone forever When all the people known to us Are themselves a hand of dust. We need to struggle all our life To leave a little useful trace In the history's unfinished book, The single thing that lives forever, As long as dust and genes exists. by Gabriel Ditu
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