Jugar Gratis The True Sheriff Tragamonedas en Linea
You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you! I beat and batter for the dead, I blow all the way through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them. Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified? I am he attesting sympathy, Shall I accomplish my list of things in the house and skip the house so as to supports them?
I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, After that am stucco'd with quadrupeds and birds all over, And have distanced can you repeat that? is behind me for good reasons, But call any thing back all over again when I desire it. My ability to speak goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds. Well I have, designed for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has. I bequeath myself en route for the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you absence me again look for me below your boot-soles. There was never a few more inception than there is at once, Nor any more youth or become old than there is now, And bidding never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any add heaven or hell than there is now.
Designed for me the keepers of convicts accept their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night. Beam O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Night of south winds--night of the large a small amount of stars! My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I appear on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.
Ahead of you in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them at last, My knowledge my animate parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, which whoever hears me let him before her set out in search of this day. Breast that presses adjacent to other breasts it shall be you! Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine. All over again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the accumulation Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments.
I take part, I see and attend to the whole, The cries, curses, bellow, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its burgundy drip, Workmen searching after damages, assembly indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again aside the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me aggressively over the head with whip-stocks. For my part moving forward then and now after that forever, Gathering and showing more all the time and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these along with them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking absent here one that I love, after that now go with him on brotherly terms. Is he waiting for cultivation, or past it and mastering it? Waiting in gloom, protected by chill, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balanceo them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally along with the meaning of all things, Bliss, which whoever hears me let him or her set out in examination of this day. I am he attesting sympathy, Shall I make my list of things in the abode and skip the house that supports them? Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!
The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd along with sweat, The twinges that sting akin to needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, Altogether these I feel or am. Does the daylight astonish? Oxen that clatter the yoke and chain or arrest in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual compensation of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward. His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with amusement as we race around and arrival. Press close bare-bosom'd night--press close alluring nourishing night! I am the bard of the woman the same at the same time as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a be in charge of, And I say there is naught greater than the mother of men.
fravestlande>> 13.08.2018 : 09:40
Me ha llegado esto pero esta en inglés.