One of the greatest poets of my country reached a problem ... It seems that is so actual that I actualize it:
You have a perfect cube, made of fine marble ... It was so perfect that light couldn't deciphers its (im)perfection.
Now ... take a hammer and smash one of its corners ...
Everyone, but everyone will say: What a perfect cube would have been without such rupture ...
It was, isn't it?
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