These fish unpretentious, the largest water tank.
Measure four chords of low and touched by a voice.
The doctor told me: I see quite depressed.
But the diagnosis is human, not the prognosis.
beauty of Catalonia, without seeming to notice.
Then whores in the night, but green as a small church in the sun.
did not know the water stopped in March.
m'avrebbe That still made fatuous dream of the morning.
Eyes funds such as the port in a Negroni.
also kidnapped the sister looked at me when he learned of a life of sin.
Between Via Venti and Isola, Faber put violets love lost.
compartment move in time, space is the sky.
Wounds healthy and transparent.
Mediterranean Coast, March 6, 2011
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