I'm from a place where the joys are few ... where the deeds are not personal q ... where collective illusions do not last more q a breath of wind ... I'm from a place where we are few and no collective history ... a country that was built with pieces of many others ... it fell apart a while now, and allocated by the world many of their own. .. some of mine ...
I'm from a small corner of the world ... a tiny bit of pear-shaped world map ... part of a minority, despite so, differs very good of its large neighbors, those who have some nefarious characters forget where we are or who are ...
the country I am is painted blue face to receive those who floated the idea that it is an honor to be where we are ... CELESTE
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