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And if my blog was better without me? The absence
, my, is giving you, hath done wonderful. So I
collage, kaleidoscopes of ice pieces, and the important thing is the movement of the wrist that wheel?
I picked up a bit 'of those movements, from the comments over there, in eternity past the post before. You are beautiful without me. I wonder: for the transitive property and uncompromising, it is not my life better, without me?
"If I could squeeze in a word, sleep" (
Player )
a page that sits on the front of the player (
Elos )
What then my house ports in the name of the mirrors, this is true, but it is quite another story. (
Elos )
In books as in the mirrors as there is in the elsewhere in the chimeras as Borges. (
Climacus )
In case you have hidden in the bookshelf perfect ones ever written, in order to escape our talkative and postaiolo world? (Elizabeth
)
E cunchurere eg, quanno to 'or delluvio s'aunisce' o viento, 'and lightning and' ttronole and then if he says Tanno ZEFFONNA ca. Word about the veins 's' or llatino subfundere, but little 'signifecà assaie, abbunnanza: nu zeffunno' and well, scunquasso: nu is succieso zuffunno; abbisso: è ghiuto a zeffunno; ruvina: ’o iuoco m’ha mannato a zeffunno. (
cf05103025 )
modestamente
dans mon jardin je tiens
nu trident con troi dents
nu trident con quatre dents:
alors je me suis encassè
per via de la contraddition in terminis,
et agg jettat ne la scarpats
de la train o ferrocarril o tramway
lu trident con quatre dents
coupable de terrible erèsie.
C'est comme l'enfer
ovvero inferno.
Le bon dieu m'à beneditt, alors. (
cf05103025 )
non lo si può descrivere
ma solo vivere
cosa vuol dire nascere contrari a themselves. It was not the fault
have four teeth
fault but destiny was not
should not be condemned for their own destiny
yet they are here to watch the sky
stretched up and down to the bottom of the slope, and already I hear the train
vibrate on the track that I can say no then perhaps
born again and I'll be the one who threw me in the slope
or I will be the smith who made me
or train that hurt me (
Effe )
Troi or quatre dents, birth is an accident,
quelconque comme blog où
if it finis pas de mourir,
de vivre of Absence.