.La verdad hoy parece
Contraria a la razon
La fortuna, huye de la puerta
Del hombre de baja condicion.
La fortuna no vive
Es una raya hecha
Con ceniza
Las palabras perturbaran
En el juego del aburrimiento
Es mejor que estar muerto
Asesino de si mismo<.>
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