Nada
There is one thing in this world.
Only one thing
In this whole world.
It knows nothing of everything
but everything about nothing.
It knows it cannot live with nothing
It knows what nothing is like
what nothing looks like
what it feels like
how it smells and tastes.
It knows everything of nothing.
But nothing of everything.
It is lonely, sometimes.
But never alone.
Always surrounded,
but lonely.
It is a person.
A person that exists only within itself.
Such an egotistical person
lonely
with nothing
knows nothing
but exists only for itself.
You know this isn't you?
No sabe nada.
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