Once there was a pear on that deserted hill…
and everybody gathered around this tree, from time to time
with friends and relatives, cats and dogs, sadness and happiness
and that, gave birth to organized crime.
they started writing logs and blogs, about which appeared to be, their life around that pear.
also they ate a lot of pears until the Sun went down in the horizons river
and the tree stood fruitless in the sunset light.
they started arguing, who ate all its fruits
but after a closer examination, there was one left, right on the top
and everything went crazy, the men took their boots and chopped it off
branches collapsed on little babies with their mothers shouting them to stop
the elder died kissing the roots, adulteries disclosed,lies,crimes,worms,
blood and wood chips, drunken men fighting
for the pear…
until a terrible silence embraced the hill.
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