Asi de Grandes Son Las Ideas

At the zero meridian in the central zone
Near the limit and far from the end
Between two valleys with a clear sky
Over a field with a starry horizon
There is a small but immense factory
Of an old wise man who survives because he thinks

Knowledgeable of multiple maneuvers
The old man in the mix of the best of leftovers
The world exploded and was left deserted and the old man
Inherited the best of everything that had died
He has telescopic vision, turtle skin
Chameleon tongue and caterpillar sense of smell

The old man is the surgeon of time, time, time
Cold-blooded, he operates all moments
All the minutes that are lost out there
He can recover them with a scalpel

He stretches the seconds to make them longer

He also performs transplants of bitter moments
And if bitterness continues, nothing consoles him
He applies a little anesthesia so it doesn't hurt
So it doesn't hurt, so it doesn't hurt

They become eternal when they want them
And they always live and never die
When they sleep, they are defenseless
And they wake up when you think of them
And they attack and defend them
The most valuable ones are never sold
They achieve everything they desire
That's how great ideas are

If he wants to give life to a new cycle
Every so often he lays eggs

He doesn't eat much because he's cold-blooded
And feeds on flies that live only one day
And if there's no food, I don't blame him
If he feeds on his own body like octopuses
He wouldn't die even if he ate his whole body
He's like the salamander, he regenerates quickly

Years can go by

But time doesn't harm this hermit
He's immortal like the saints
His vertebrae are made of wood, that's why he lasts so long
The wise old man never forgets anything
Because he has his memory frozen
His memories are intact, preserved with dry ice
Eighty degrees below zero

They become eternal when they want them
And they always live and never die
When they sleep, they are defenseless
And they wake up when you think of them
And they attack and defend them
The most valuable ones are never sold
They achieve everything they desire
That's how great ideas are

The repetition, (repetition, repetition) of an action
Is the most effective technique for prolongation
That's why it's repeated even if it's getting boring
It's been living for nine thousand five hundred years
And it no longer faces major problems

By repeating so much, it learned from its mistakes
For the old man, living is not so beautiful
When every day is the same
He would like to be different but repeating and controlling time
He does it by instinct
He tried to commit suicide in different ways
But the old man breathes with oxygen however he wants
Because great ideas discovered
Always renew their dead cells