essentially taught me that no one learns:
teachers acted in my crib and my moons.
Some paradoxes lit my path:
simulate weakness to build strengths
silence the right word for another mouth
be pleased to pronounce it.
That randomly assigned my collections,
to hate in me that they would be the bread of life;
only time can be mitigated, only law
to which I submit, just the same.
Meanwhile, whom I despise, I admit:
reason on their side, Salamanca does not provide.
Every gift is free.
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