Me ense que para vivir simplemente y sabiamente, mirar el cielo y rogar al dios, y vagar mucho antes de que igualar para cansar mi superfluo se preocupa. Cuando los burdocks crujen en el barranco y el racimo amarillo-rojo de la sorba me inclina componen versos felices sobre el decaimiento de la vida, el decaimiento y la belleza. Me vuelvo. El gato mullido lame mi palma, ronronea tan dulce y el fuego seala por medio de luces brillante en la torrecilla de la serrera por el lago. Solamente el grito de un aterrizaje de la cigea en la azotea rompe de vez en cuando el silencio. Si usted golpea en mi puerta puedo incluso no or.
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