The cane which was meticulously harvested
by João Marianelli from Nicaragua,
in the vast fields of an hitherto unknown town,
arrived at Unica Pedra,
where the hero(ine) of our drama
inhabited the huge fermentation vats.
[know not the gender of the yeast
we work with, hence this palavra called hero(ine).]
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In a far away land,
In the land of wisdom,
lived and ruled
a bearded, Mr Modi. Continue reading “The land of wisdom…”
{In a gigantic spherical vessel, Of some mass of 1000 exa tonnes, With some three trillion trees And another million trillion trillion of pr0-microbes, Hosting billions of bipeds And a Gogol of insects, And still hanging in space, Protecting itself from the Harmful rays, Where is the room for feelings and emotions, For fear and hate ?} Continue reading A gigantic spherical vessel
Perpetual Motion of Thought 