traveler, do you hear the great voice of the Universe? That is
borders to stifle the quest of souls libertine, nor wind to blow away the flaming them, that since the dawn of time, like to endorse fragile bodies and live the joys mutinous, dances and orgies of India Gods blessed the first kiss which maddens the breast marriageable experiencing any pain and light too, Anne to find the smile of heaven, the executioner of a monstrous husband, tends a graceful neck, a donkey before leaving the wicked world of men seeking the caress a flock of sheep, a little girl who, her rag doll, before dying, said like an angel, goodbye, it is
measures to measure the ecstasies, or music to console them, intending to get drunk and all charms, tiger roaring his partner, orgasms girls who talk to angels, chickadees who speaks to God
What it's commandments to repress drunkenness, they, who with delight, make love to any sister or beautiful flash, it is
creatures in the infinite cosmos did receive, or of solitude to languish dreams, they, who with malice, brighten the dreams of mortals lonely, it is
shadows to limit their vision, or light to curb speed, they, who with a flutter, and to investigate any secret that the swallow makes its nest, the star who made his bed, the vessels surpass the fastest, most civilizations adventurous and advanced, it is
storms to frighten them who, without blinking, see the Suns explode and worlds collapse, it is
chasms impossible for them to probe, nor impossible to explore immense, they which without ever losing breath, run the nebulae and galaxies to be dazzled by fabulous rays, it is
atmospheres in the world to remember, no sun to burn the wings as the stars for a playful soul, are like flowers for the butterfly.
measures to measure the ecstasies, or music to console them, intending to get drunk and all charms, tiger roaring his partner, orgasms girls who talk to angels, chickadees who speaks to God
What it's commandments to repress drunkenness, they, who with delight, make love to any sister or beautiful flash, it is
creatures in the infinite cosmos did receive, or of solitude to languish dreams, they, who with malice, brighten the dreams of mortals lonely, it is
shadows to limit their vision, or light to curb speed, they, who with a flutter, and to investigate any secret that the swallow makes its nest, the star who made his bed, the vessels surpass the fastest, most civilizations adventurous and advanced, it is
storms to frighten them who, without blinking, see the Suns explode and worlds collapse, it is
chasms impossible for them to probe, nor impossible to explore immense, they which without ever losing breath, run the nebulae and galaxies to be dazzled by fabulous rays, it is
atmospheres in the world to remember, no sun to burn the wings as the stars for a playful soul, are like flowers for the butterfly.
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