contrast .
hangs a kite in the sky mes
with noble elegance Pascoli
looking down at a PEL
mova sensation all the miseries of human nature dla
El vent is just now, it's almost
na calm when all of a sudden break in st'armonia
if you feel that if a waste paper de chiopp
and a cry of grief ed'agonia
"Ouch!" said the Comet "that pain"
feeling stabbed in the chest
"but who is that s' breaks before me
wounding most of the body is my honor? "
" Scusatme, scusatme time, sgnor Aquilon
infilsat tel me your chest a bad bordlacc '
sensation that respect and a sense educasion
hath Tirat know about the barrel of stopacc' "
"Would you then say, or you'd screanzato
that dirty bag
rolled first and then licked
spewing from bacterial pneumonia and snot?"
"If c'avet reason, I know that bad propi:
me chiamne" stopacc "if I can see why Brutt
arcasc tla ground and dirty with a sputt
because I know how the en bon by volleys
Prò i 'can say that I've got the freedom
it always the master of my fate while
vo podret volleys in eternity
mo September Legat always with a Buratino! The kite
punt tel dventa all red heart:
"It 's true, el fil vria crash and wished away by the IM
liber finalment hip giò t'un foss
mo na ave could at least in my life,"
responds el stopacc "Alora Strett
Keep me fam and Armani but you Dacs infilsat. We
IM in gir com spass du fidansat
if you take me to arms' under the arches
taught me you know who is eternity
and I will give you but humanity.
will be a miracle, all in Urbino Niran
and macho because that life will en fin
.
