Only an independent observer would be able to judge nature, for example God. In this poem the independent power is the witch who cooks her soup of nature, she knows what ingredients she needs to add. After getting up early I took a local car to get back to the center from where I took a coach to the long awaited city of San Cristobal de Las Casas. I have heard so much about this distant place. I am glad for your help. I am sending you additional codes in the attachment. Please remove all codes that are without mistakes from the document and leave just the codes where you made changes.
