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In my grammar of impossible, All
words could be used, From the most
fragile to the most sensitive, From the plural
to the most singular.
I would like the masculine to
agree with the feminine, That
reason finally prevails Between
the words of the human race.
Let no one remain on the sidelines
and that in this imperfect world,
human rights and their respect are combined in the widest
possible way.
Let us grant the right of asylum to all
irregular verbs, to all
these homeless words, which make
us strangers.
Without hope, without recourse,
without refuge and without illusions,
without faith and law and without love
At the door of our homes.
To all names whose origin is
lost in the mists of time and whose
branches have taken root in the
land of their children.
Let us erase the dictionaries, the unjust
rules and the chords, Which
bear fire and iron
to the end of the article of death.
May our so different
languages finally learn to listen and unite
in turmoil at the borders
of humanity.
To break the walls of silence
In the eyes and thoughts,
Open the doors of childhood to
all the winds of the verb to love.
In my grammar of impossible Where
words would be measured
Lies would be liable For
the pain they caused.
And the unacceptable
sentences would be void,
sealed with an indelible seal and
banned for eternity.
No more language gaps,
misguided thinking
, misleading words that block
the way to truth.
For my grammar of impossible, I
chose to describe the best But without
hiding anything from the worst Neither the tears
, nor the pain.
And I dream of the cover
of The Great Book of the Future, About
the adventure that
we still have to write.
With words that inspire
us far beyond dictionaries
To start building
us In the language of the Universe. With
a thought for the "excluded" from the wall 🌹🌹
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