Xosé Carlos Caneiro

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Life was the place where the stars had deposited their tiny body, accompanied by look-alikes and things and artefacts and implements and devilish tubercles, capriciously human, which didn’t let the constant light of the infinite be seen. That was the thought that jolted him before taking the most important decision of his sterile existence, the second significant decision in twenty years. He rushed to jot the words down in his minuscule spiral notebook and arranged a reflection on the apparently absurd nature of his thought.

Devilish tubercles like Beings

Light like Happiness

The Infinite like the Universe

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