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A donkey on the narrow road to glory.
He fantasized of solitude and reaching the strait.
But he does not know whether his path begins in the West or in the East.
He tried a lot to have a master or friend.
But he lived surrounded by thieves and heretics.
His dream did not see light or success.
Oil, dignity and flour were plundered.
He traded in morals, principles, and agate.
The devil touched him in life as well as the fire.
He tried to pass on his rule, so his dream went to Antarctica with the penguin.
He was a donkey who did not know wisdom, and he lived and died, killed in the basement of the road.

 

 

 

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