FRANCISCO SOLER JESUS \u200b\u200bMUÑOZ
NATURAL SELECTION 1
LIVE
Living is an exercise
a constant attitude and drift while retaining the complex
essences of our emotions and feelings
2
WHY IS SHORT
Because it is brief,
cruel, terrible and merciless
the life we \u200b\u200blive, we cling to
she
to that on the day of
our own death
know that at least had the dignity
want to live,
to be kings of a tiny but splendid
glare.
3
OUR LIVES THAT ARE FRAGILE
That fragile our lives
that fleeting, that absurd
that cruel that
beautiful while they last. 4
ACCURACY
My son was predeceased by grandparents,
one did not know him, the other almost by photos,
assimilated than the grandparents die
and gives as good and logical to die when grandfather,
in security as I ask, looking into his eyes,
have children, of course I said firmly convinced.
... and we in ours, as uncertain.
THE DENSE MEMORY OF MY
CORPOREIDAD
The dense physicality of my memory
cauldron bubbles up in the beautiful
where odors are cooked
of my realities and dreams,
is both his background and the fine line
between truth and fantasy is so imperceptible
have been mixed to form a magma
so true and lucid
could not rescue
original flavors and textures.
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way to feel ALIVE
way to feel alive
not walk to go
no more sense than moving for being
as inanimate object. Dar
light and rise to my concerns
filling them with ethical and development
sense of love for my feelings
order to gratify and endure.
the pit of my privacy
grow
see
satisfaction forged enduring values \u200b\u200b
substance future lives.
7 LIFE PATH
"And, as you know, the lot and thought it better."
FRAY LUIS DE LEON
I
With constant simplicity
peace in concert to calm the mind away from wealth
and hapless
honors in improved comfort feel
luengo recognize
after error,
the fortunes and my thoughts better.
II Trying to clarify
my constant doubts about the immortal soul and original
cosmic
rational culture before the coming evening
sustained by the richness of the stoic firmness
and the wise simplicity,
nurturing my mind.
8 NOVEMBER
NACE was born in November in a fall pregnant
spring
where only
ocher hues of green once
reveal the true season of our essences,
still inflated by huge desire
strengthen and enjoy our presence
rooted to the ground, in this November
born
peaceful signals
sudden wind to lighten the treetops
reminds us of the brevity of joy and
our prime reasons,
that have been tracing the meaning and direction
Search
that singular joy that is rewarding
our roots while fertilizing our offspring,
and cool mornings
forcing us to our intimate clothing
with feelings and facts
the time November gets underway
in time and the silver snowfalls cover the meager
branches decorated and we have
make that point of satisfaction
which gives a good living without feeling filled
but
the palate and the senses full, in good company
surrendering
go free beaten
in waking
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NON SO I FEEL MY PRESENCE
I'm so oblivious to my presence
trapped
a changing body
imposed by circumstances
frame wrapped my existence
enduring witness of my weakness,
everything, depends on my stupid body
brittle, fleeting and cowardly
on the run to
before fleeing from life, collection of decrepitude
that will take me inevitably to death.
10
THE SLOW FLIGHT OF THE HOURS
"Flee not seen, slow day, and time
secret and modest
with silence comes ... FRANCISCO DE QUEVEDO
I
in intimate setting of urban desert
peace withdrawn its clarity mana,
through its deep windows
my music quiet and my arguments,
that attempt to fill my soul, strengthen
bathrooms and rich contemplation
memories and songbirds adorned with beautiful rhythms
intense vibrant dream and feverish
waves "that improves the slow flight hours."
II
Food
tricked
silently tracks
germinated in fleeting days, although I do not think so though
salute to the sparing of
confidence
met in timely and bitter
events but has been slowing its distance
as it grows its shroud
layer "to paint in the sediment of my limo."
III
Overcoming the fear of misery and frights
dark space of the infinite unknown
embers that nourish the dictate that everything matches when
opposite me tell you, be my consolation
sea Take me to your continued losses
find support there,
grace "to raise my soul with feet of clay."
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THE DETERIORATION OF THE DAY IMPERCEPTIBLE
The imperceptible deterioration soft on knife switch
life that runs and pours liquidly
fleeting perceptions in amber, full breaths
eternal consciousness of immortality without limits or
measures that strive to sublime
greatness from tiny and fragile resonance
the slow decline of short power forward plans to
celestial souls there from which the most intangible
that covers the quiet existence that we pray
magnificent and eternal as the forces
ask us rest.
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BUT I HAVE MOMENTS OF JOY
Although I have moments of joy
I feel that I live my own life
I'm hijacking my time bury me
of futility and loss,
to keep this feeling that
dream starts to rust
not corrode my heart
of frustration and anger
for all that I am leaving
to live and enjoy
unique and fragile in my life,
need to take the necessary risks to upload my
mountains make my mistakes and contemplate my
own sunsets,
not want to feel the need
to go back in my life
when you reach the age
to know that soon I will be dying
,
for failing
value determination and
the necessary delivery to make sure you have enjoyed
the fullness of my
own day.
13 DAYS NO-FLY IN MY LAND BOLTED
In my days without flying to the ground screw
lost her sight and I
outlines the contour of the figure of my beloved tenderness,
tangible, true, beautiful, bodily
well shown in the wide world of my retinas,
and clear that space without borders, we entrust our
secret dreams imagined caressing the curves, projecting
boundless dreams
fields clinging to the ground by an anchor light,
without the dryness and imposture of days
regulated by the endless accumulation of losses. ZIGZAG
the unfinished and accurate STONY
The sadness never ends, happiness itself.
why not enjoy it when it comes, is the largest
waste.
Vinicius De Moraes and accurate Weaving the endless stony
afflicting and accompany our lives,
barefoot in the brief and shaky and passed that
soft caresses of ferns
entering through the arches of the feet
to kiss in the book of our feelings,
those intense and pervasive
moments that touch, that kiss, those looks that
delivered another indelible memories essential shape,
be fully aware of feelings
only where the waste is not hollow. 15
GET TO THIS POINT DIFFUSE
The gods know what to come, the men what happened, and the wise
what looms. Philostratus
diffuse Getting to that point where you can step back on
self sustaining
incardinated
watching the passing
crossroads of meanders ...
recipient receiving the vibrations of the hanging.
Recibir el misterioso zumbido y trasladarlo
al depositario de mi inherente legado
para que cuide mis emociones y pasos
eligiendo el curso adecuado
para el devenir de mis futuros años.
Que al dejar mi incorpóreo estado
ya surcando el longevo camino deseado
la despensa de mi galera se colme
de los más nutritivos conocimientos
afluentes de gozo y tersura para mi espíritu.
En esos parajes de acontecimientos
hallar lo hermoso, lo noble, lo magnífico
saborearlo sin premura, tomándome mi tiempo,
y al llegar a puerto se elevasen
wealth
my soul yearns for the silos of Ithaca.
Mariana Bernárdez
16 WIDE, deep, dense, corporeal
Wide, deep, dense, corporeal,
unit itself, creator of land, shelter and Amazon
conveyor
the prodigal
material that makes up the dreams. Scenario
dreams of sophists and Aguirre,
slow flowing, abrupt, devastating, serene
phagocytes provider and empires of enigmatic golden
earthly and eternal. A transiting
ambitious
arteries of misery and deforestation driving
today
emporium a few
a putrid swamp morning all
others find the key point of diaphragms
G
ethereal space where pleasures grow
such that enjoy them, one must believe that there are,
rowers dreams with a sense of space and calm. Find the limo
smith enigmatic opening
point where he transcends the soul curdling close
and feel human creates the magical sense
of the fleeting and eternal time.
sailing for 17
TRIPTYCH
I
"The Loves, if they come with excessive vigor, or good reputation
not provide the man under
Euripides (in the mouth of Medea)
My life passed on by the momentum of the tense bow cyprid,
its sparkle was still smoldering
reminiscent
ulcerate the balance of my former golden quiet, sad love
which was powered by idyllic dreams where fascinating
torch was glimpsed
decoy led me inevitably to the field gullies Mars.
II
"I feel pain to remember how he kissed me and artfully
thinking
to abandon "PAPYRUS Grenfell
unrelenting pain I feel deep in my heart when I look kind
flashing resplendent in beautiful eyelids
more innocent child, charming and good, then remember
as cunning lips smeared passion
golden arches in my heart and my dreams, while preparing for stormy
sandstorm in the sky of my life.
III
"What do you do again? Your disposal What is the purpose?
Have not you noticed yet that you have gray hair at the temples? "
Theocritus
I let my fears and emboldened by foolish dreams and alienated drag
I was about to succumb again
the most bitter of grim misery,
my new age now I am dedicated to discrete noble thoughts away
from the ashes of my passion held,
... sensible voyage wish my days, hopefully in Ithaca is Aphrodite. 18
FIND HARD FEELINGS ANTHROPOLOGICAL
"I am moved by the little wisdoms
that any death is dying" JORGE LUIS BORGES
Find arduous anthropologists
emotions of the sensations experienced, able to rescue the tiny
essences still seething
in unexpected frequency with textures rubbing
of our finite bodies, submerging
indoors
labyrinths of our bowels,
of seasoned unknowns, a dial found yet.
magnificent sea poured in to the river of life the knowledge
jingles, sound affects and thoughts,
bygone images captured by eye, the magic
endemic transmitting life energy, which magma
receives those essences when being dies,
may not become the intimate and essential wisdom
because the memories are mixed with dreams,
and all carry an in Alexandria. 19
BELIEVE IN U.S. CURRENCY UNIT
"But theologians say that the further shadow of another kingdom
I will be waiting for me" JORGE LUIS BORGES
believe in the unity of us
divisible
without losing our integrity and identity,
despite losing our hardware
and being aware of our current dependence the same,
to be the voice of thought and where we feel the echo
as we ourselves without our brain and detached
neurons and physical frailty,
how we communicate and with whom or who
when we get into the unfathomable shadow
and we are waiting. 20
if we discovered THE TRUTH
If
we discovered the truth of what really we would fold
earth and sky, and then
would
of us in this trouble
where God kills , we would
free or helpless,
would enjoy the serenity and light
penaríamos
or darkness, meanwhile
rejoice in doubt.
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LIVE, LIVE THE TRUTH
is a truism that life is a dream dream
a slight floating in our memory,
but is it perhaps not, our memories flowing lightweight
diffuse nebula volatile
revealed by that time heals all wounds they say
but what it does is remove the gaps in pain, give perspective resigned
year, full of
absences that were once rooted in
us the best and worst, of what surrounded us and were,
preserving the illusion that we not devour this
and landing on the shores endless whirlpools
of redeeming called Eternity,
in this sequence which will be incognito
our beautiful doubt, do not know who we are and we know
will be and how we, beautiful and inevitable,
but while here we are, live, really live.
In memory of Emily Dickinson
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EVENING FLAME OF YOUR VOICE
"I just want the quiet, the cooing of your evening voice "WALT WHITMAN
In crystal balance, restraint, serenity,
prepared my heart for your tongue
ex
want my hour and a porch waiting
the magnificent moment of desired
peace
high full of compassion and knowledge, essential
men sounds all voices
structured
vertices linking us with the clarity that shines
nexus of thought and true love, feel the tender
spiral
my soul rise to the cadence of the cooing
of voice calls to your evening.
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FEEL LIKE I FEEL
feel like I feel
is off while
fulgida feel the transformation in myself as his blood
fills me
coursing through my veins
sweat and sweat on my body ,
the heart beats in my passionate
chest as his gaze
the horizon of my dreams,
means so much to me I have no thoughts
where there is not no life
to share, live on two
permanent.
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NOT KNOW IF I WILL ROCK
"Again Love, under his dark eyelids
setting in me the tender gaze of her eyes"
IBICO
I do not know if I will rock
for my shameful despair
plunging into the icy guzzling
greedy acolytes lovely Aphrodite
nutritional
magma overcome by spells
that is believed skilful deceit, desire no glimpse
never
Leucadia had already
brew ration for extended cyprid within me with fearful
I give prudence to the eyes that gleam
tenderness inextricable beam
in the inmost shrine of my soul,
not know if I take the steep
the beautiful light that bubbles beneath the dark
but I will not perish in the hollow
fixing monotonous indifference cervix
I will not continue sitting
which Penelope without Ulises
and looks great ugliness afraid.
ESE 25 DEEP HOLLOW
That gaping hole in the space
inhabited
hardness contours of painful
empty dream
weightless heaviness
holds my fibers feeding my essences of unfounded expectations
and as I went
of the space we inhabit as a probe
your absence I sought.
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CORPÓREA
TONE OF SILENCE sound of silence
Corporal
flooded through my tears
aquifer and your eyes
harbinger of a hole so present and invisible
as nudity
of my hopes
those that crackle
in the absence of the secrets
never will we.
27 LOVE IS PARADISE
"Love is not a paradise, is loss of consciousness
personality "
ANTONIO GALA
paradise Love is not only
in the Platonic world is paradise where the gods
enjoy pleasures,
in our arid world is stripping
of conscience, were torn off piece by piece
which
Thumb
deposited on the busy road segments
our diminished personality,
time the primordial fire diminishes or disappears north
be back to the source.
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NOT WANT TO KNOW THE LIMITS
I do not know the limits
my aural world embrace the comfortable
fences that delimit my current residence I have a
language
so huge and high in the vertical
his sword
not let the sun of the words
love
constant uncertainty that expands my
intangible domains with outposts of syllables forming brackets
rich
phonemes
I break all
Finistère
Domenico
fertile silt and spongy delight
stop being ignored stage of my troubled
steps and if grass eater my hesitation
fire atmospheres and meanings
slopes away large formations of proparoxytone
irregular components which ensures that my body
poetic mantra of fins, wings, gills, and vertigo, dizziness
a scroll to
lashes
membranes
my poetry and my sound silences them sprout
rams conquer himself,
go into the infinite open
where
hide my fears and the spiral of suck my lexicon
I ignore my
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WANT TO FIND THE PROPER PSALMS I
find suitable psalms to recite as
Navajo shaman to give birth
the words repeat,
that my mouth saliesen walk
and formed his own voice
genuine, original and magical, their constant
intonations
multiply the magic of words
and sustain wealth
pillars of my creative writing,
find scattered essences from the radiant sun of my
Spain in the imagination of my Arizona
charged shamans
, syllables, words and flavors.
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poetic object "is less a style than a transmitter of thoughts "WALT WHITMAN
In the firm belief that personality gives
Complete character
poet
develop its edges in the zeitgeist
in harmony without concession
longing to give voice
best auto
the clearest signal transmitting
thought
III
From subtle signal
create
lit space of sound stage
opponent of laws
time auscultation
fire of pristine voice
molding forms of multiple characters
spirit
receptor transmitting the elusive.
31 IS STILL THE STIMULUS
"stimulus that is still, spreading across the land
bloated, the moose" JOHN KEATS
In this world so subtly bloated
where we consume copious crying meninges
and white and gray matter
accommodated in parsimony and desist
languor of feeding from rich beauty which cross
channel openings feelings
of delights that catalyze these wishes and thoughts
emerging or full of Essential
such initiatives that distinguish us in the animal kingdom
simple beings, skillfully trained. In this land
systematically bloated
irreverent stimulus is necessary that we lift
of mediocrity: poetry.
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Primal Devastation
not handle my palms and my emotions
airy and free, without macula
understanding
unlimited receivers
to reverse its contours
and enslaving me and sever its
indomitable conviction,
if you want your fill of free crystalline,
not deny their rights to vent their thirst
from the principles on which the molecule of hydro
the daybreak of his designs,
to nourish the brightness of the boreal morning
satiated of chiaroscuro of her beauty,
if you want the pipes of my palms
inappropriate and clay castings
outlining the edges of my freedom which
shoes of china
to reduce base
my balance before birth my hands.
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an insatiable Injustice
devour the world Arrive, devouring emptiness
centuries and worlds,
like a huge tomb. Damaso Alonso
An injustice insatiable devouring the world,
in these times where miracles and gadgets
lead us to explore celestial constellations,
be exercised fuel, a certain future
with barcodes and security
success where valuable
rise above the poor,
no place for the weak at that stage
profiling towards progress in the weeded
dwindling
herbs just stay succulent medium
firewall to exercise while feeding the machine
generated waste and welfare
opulence of the few, over all a sky
gap, vast emptiness
where dead piglets, paid the
certainty of the best of all possible worlds,
as forest land burned
remain the millions of dreams
that will expire before sprouting
in the darkness of the black shadow.
Twenty thousand children die every day from preventable causes
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inclement SPECTRAL DANCE WHITE COLLAR
"The mask dance between columns of blood and numbers
Between hurricanes of gold and groans of unemployed workers "
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
Spectral Dance
harsh white collar bones about swingeing network
vessels of gold that holds
murky waters of starving
and walking bottomless abyss. Centuria
without learning or
responses to the columns of needy
blood thirsty
viscous lubricant greed, insatiable
Pantagruel
flow feast where all the arteries vomit.
Low calcium grid where they dance
innocent drinkers tears
tubers sprout arms shadows surround
cuttlefish tentacles and ink
blinding of poor children. Labyrinth
tumultuous
bottomless fall of clocks without hands, or north, incessant
orbits cliff clear eyes that they ride the dancing meringues
silver feet.
Rugen million blind ant workers
aspiring heavenly worlds
unalterable faith and obedience, without consolation
gemidoras
details that make up hurricane gold teeth.
AURORA 35
"The dawn comes and the night gets in your mouth
because there is no tomorrow and hope possible. FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
I-AURORA IN THE HUDSON BAY
auroras are emerging in the deepest night
exhaled by the time stopped tundra where the dawn
rests in the belly of the snow
set dance forms and breath of life,
of spectral spirits frolicking in the wilderness like children
livid through shamans,
purifies the nebula of the vastness of the open
leading
with their everyday experience rests
the dark twilight paradise clarity.
II-AURORA IN THE HUDSON RIVER MOUTH
auroras are clearly emerging in the most terrible
at dawn deceived by artificial lights
swarms of colored cement skies,
realm of laws, crying everyday rush of fear
where numbers
walk quietly devouring bowls families in cold mud. Hudson
lead hopeless
possible for the twenty-six thousand children die every day
welcomes the true light of the post.
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PERFO
IN THESE TIMES
decoy "The poet despídanlo!
comes into play not
spends his days brooding "HEBERT PADILLA
In these treacherous times
lures a dizzying speed that we
disjointed slice us the intimate critical
substance with downloads sharp density impacts
with adequate overlapping responses
our
crave to know, to object,
interpreting the music of the meanings of words. This spectral
dreamless stage
no room for the game
unlikely to reflect on the tricks
that produce the numbers of colors that
added notionally charged
values \u200b\u200bin aseptic beautiful panels that obscure exercises
Abundantly shed blood of
insignificant and just losers.
In these difficult times
soulless
there is no gap on the shelves for debtors,
for leisurely musing of fools
always trying to find meaning,
essence, instead of accepting the game that marks
the relentless and stony inertia
solid base perfect
flat world where both upset the edges of the poets.
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GINSBERG clearly had
"And they sent this message to young people
despising the poor and the liberal Jesus meaos
The message is Compassion cause the fall of Wall Street"
GINSBER ALLEN Ginsberg
I had it clear in his deathbed almost
after kicking the monster's entrails
to smell their excesses and bite their viscera,
knew where he saw the danger the devourer of all the insatiable
grindable monster Pharyngeal fireproof
incontinent excretory poor miserable, rich guano
collars of shirts, flowers and neat,
should not have compassion for the payment of
losers because they would lose their seed-germinating substance
adelgazarían
and also the
wallets just support a path of security and progress.
II Go and meaos in latrines where the poor dwell
those who have what they deserve, ugly and unhappy, asocial
lazy, dirty and unbelievers to pray if they pray to a god
unfair to those who protect His kingdom in this
land of heroes and victors pathetic villains,
and acted in good conscience do it because it is written
and duty to defend the word good stock
that is entrusted you and your just privileges.
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BURNED ALL PROPERTIES
Calcinara all farms,
dreams and what it takes
to obtain or maintain their privileges,
the find wrapped up in all ideas, all
hopes in all faith,
transparent, safe, but serving
and corrupting the sweetest poison.
injustice has parents and has eaten
many worlds and centuries, and has no basis because
born in the bottom depths of humanity. Mal
despite us. 39
SEEMS THAT I'M JUST
"When the same dream I'm alone I reach out
not see the gap" Gastón Baquero
seems I'm alone in eternal
soliloquy, far, far away
of the great light of the island in darkness
industrious, builder
deep silences and gaps as my vacuum cold trap
envelops me like a stubborn dream, with caresses
of rapture that lead me and bring me into paths of
palms of silent ghosts
lactating udders
the silent face of nothingness.
Yes, it seems I'm alone
living in a world of darkness
order a breakaway, but dream
because I have no
or silence or the great light that causes shadows of
mangos, if I was Gastón Baquero. 40
ROPES RUMORS TRAI, RUMORS OF EAST
An apple will always be a lover but a lover
can never be an apple "FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
Rumors brought ropes, rumors of East
reliable and musk incense caravans,
in supplies beyond Mesopotamia
collected
beautiful apple grafted on primitive flowering seasoning
sunrises and respond to the blind of the scale,
with golden eyes and smooth skin
fruit still intact lascivious bite but in vain
morning
seed in the lee of desire to battle fires back,
plead the magnificence of divine balance and
pears in limbo broody converted.
brought ropes Rumors, rumors of the East
caravans humps and tongues of snakes
one of the shiny apple grafted
the most innocent, fresh and attractive, was accused of fondling
the sting of pleasure night
nefarious
and walked inside collapsed
birthing bellies of snakes
knives in fresh juices seed multipliers;
blood snatched silenced by the hemp needed
and purity of gravity,
ropes brought rumors, rumors
Eastern spices and apples caravans snakes.
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Camille Claudel
From the unknown and abandoned tomb
Where wasting time and space consciousness
In memory backbone
From the nameless and cold Where detention
shaped bones and ashes
food germinate
lips livid skies throw from invisible
scenarios to imagine days without
carved moldings
am not far from the proximity of blood
merciless fangs
Westfall
Torn lunar eclipse Gaia
From the windows of a preclusive time
of the inherent
The inherent freedom
captor character of
movement
Since the full moon of the sharp detail
Atalaya
broadcaster of the emphasis given
That lights the dark side of men
From the completeness of the search path
Fragrant melody of a future time
Away from the tracks their courageous steps
From the father, and overflowing joy
The strong complicity of dreams and ideals
From the stoup: Camille Ferrand
Orlando
A 42
IN THE WARS
In wars
reality is always more than what you see
and what is imagined, is
sublimation of the most heinous and cruel
people.
43 SOMETIMES WHEN BECOME
Sometimes when we
your evening
therapy for the long avenue naked
I have the loving impulse to let
get ahead and take a few steps of perspective ,
to watch you carefully feel
slowly as far as you see
increasingly independent and increases your natural beauty.
The good son of the world.
44
hope HOPE what our common sense
not understand or accept.
pray to God for my common sense
is a bucket of water in the ocean of understanding.
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