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I’m in a fic write mood, but can’t - no time - , so I will bring here some motives I like, this one is a poem from Nicolas Guillen “Song to kill a snake”. Sensemayá is an aborigine word (Quechua?) for snake. read this with an emphasis on the rhythm, and drum slow steady beats while doing it.

Mayombé--bombe--mayombé
Mayombé--bombe--mayombé
Mayombé--bombe--mayombé

The snake has eyes of glass;
the snakes comes and wraps around a stick;
with its eyes of glass, on a stick,
with its eyes of glass.
The snake walks without feet;
the snake hides in the grass;
walking, it hides in the grass,
walking without feet.

Mayombé--bombe--mayombé
Mayombé--bombe--mayombé
Mayombé--bombe—mayombé

Mayombé--bombe--mayombé!
Sensemayá, the snake, the snake. . .
Mayombé--bombe--mayombé!
Sensemayá doesn't move. . .
Mayombé--bombe--mayombé!
Sensemayá, the snake, the snake
Mayombé--bombe--mayombé!
Sensemayá is dead!

Also there is this resistant singuer and composer call Patricio Mann, he is a real poet, and I always recall Snape with his songs, I surf in the net and found no translations for his letters.

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Oedipus said:

Papa, I had many characteristics like yours, but in being pretty I’m like mum. Je.je,je,je,je,je

EDITED:

Come from making Oedipus sleep, he is very proud becuase he is teaching me Origami, he say he is my origami master. Then he asked me:

Mum. What will be your master subject?
Well, I'll teach you about life, I told him thinking in the line of: I tech you to walk, and those.
Nah he said Too complicated, we will nedd to master philosophy and religion, that is what life is made of, let choose another subject for you to teach me

Awww. He is only six.