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Ángeles cuánticas

octubre 11, 2015 Gerardo Quiroz Poesía

Las mujeres obedecen principios cuánticos,

en las afirmaciones de los físicos

se dice que la materia no hace contacto,

las partículas se repelen a nivel atómico.

Que nadie se atreva a contradecirlos,

ni a decir que es un invento;

ellas levitan al emprender su caminar,

todas las mujeres vuelan, son ángeles.

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Quote of the day

A living planet is a much more complex metaphor for deity than just a bigger father with a bigger fist. If an omniscient, all-powerful Dad ignores your prayers, it's taken personally. Hear only silence long enough, and you start wondering about his power. His fairness. His very existence. But if a world mother doesn't reply, Her excuse is simple. She never claimed conceited omnipotence. She has countless others clinging to her apron strings, including myriad species unable to speak for themselves. To Her elder offspring She says - go raid the fridge. Go play outside. Go get a job. Or, better yet, lend me a hand. I have no time for idle whining.

David Brin
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