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This is a Google translation of my last post:
I will include quantum poetry in my novel. A fragment that deals with the song of a Canary:
I was trapped by its song, it is the trill of the soul, which comes to the place unbelievable of my being, even in the heaviest sleep, connecting there and screaming in each vibrating of each song that carries in itself a whole life, a world, lodge in that quantum and surreal event, color of the kings, such a fervent Sun crowned with its magnificent brightness. Einstein sitting on the moon, the immense matter of his song, such a neutrino shot at the speed of light and still, my time stopped. Is the color of a quark, and the tone of my soul perhaps different? Or is Heisenberg's uncertainty principle this feeling? It makes me sigh, such a weak nuclear force of my soul, my fuel, my Helium
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thank you!!
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