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Irrational (re - edition of an old problem)

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2 - They describe planetary clocks

Maybe all is, just a mathematical problem

a complex way to simplify everything

this way your way I want. Doubting

integers bodies we have. Starting

our hands unlike fractions.

Measuring quantities our time together.

Love in this world general spherically

suffer too much rationality

when we deal with bad wrists

planetary clocks

exporting a single model predictions

seeks to impose its perverse reality.

By law and sacred rule of advertising neuronal

must buy now, everything, and no matter what

but is last illusory and perennial market silhouette

hyperbolic sines and cosines transgenic

hyperbaric plastic lips botulinum

nakedness of eschatological and sensuality.

In this system of irrational rationality

will always be in the promo material objects

and the combo, always absent affection simply

the simplicity of love easily without any measures

time and every time we happen to have someone to love

by which I solemnly propose

stop being anonymous in our eyes

our hands touch and words

in apparent protest

discarded by unrealistic assumptions

many indecent

sensory arithmetic

apresuranos stop us meridians synthetic

continue pretending that alienated

run and run without being able to stop

except when it is too late and tired tired

and savagery industrialized deseperanzados

we lie to shake awake fearing

In love we must entirely, I think

with any certainty in the theorems of affection

If we desire an hour looking inadequate

which is then pluperfect

uncontrollable shaking chemical molecules

and so brash, like the birds we love

in flight, or human at last, standing, front, or side

upside down and disheveled but

always delicious and insanely irrational