Eu ensinei-me que para viver simplesmente e sbiamente, para olhar o cu e para pray ao deus, e para vaguear por muito tempo antes de nivelar para cansar meu superfluous se preocupa. Quando os burdocks rustle na ravina e no conjunto amarelo-vermelho do rowanberry inclina-me compem versos felizes sobre a deteriorao da vida, a deteriorao e a beleza. Eu volto. O gato macio licks minha palma, purrs assim doce e o fogo alarga-se brilhante na torreta do saw-mill pelo lago. Somente o grito de uma aterragem da cegonha no telhado quebra ocasionalmente o silncio. Se voc bater em minha porta eu no posso mesmo ouvir-se.
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