The blog is now closing in on these valuable and penultimate verse of the BIND.
REGRETS
The "History is us" crying bitterly:
that there is no syntax
courtly songs of the jerks extreme cunt
begging a speech that no product, no one who remember it
ancient history.
no recounting a guffaw funny,
no you crave a "puff" or a "smurf". What
funeral fairy! Ash et pulvus
are the legacy of so vulgus.
time they were there, or Pindemonte friend
that "strong mind egregious things burning"
urn funeral and burial ancient necropolis par
hours off the site
blue or you do not write more: not even the boor
which describes 'dell'impiastro use butter.
Awake. inbecilli
of each site that you have lost the taste dell'ingiuria
homo sapiens do not keep your mind
the skull is similar to watermelon.
Aetius Bindus Bindorum Not everyone will read, I fear, the quotation from the burial
Pindemonte ; the
Foscolo, in the same poem, called "
happy."
Lucky you, that the vast kingdom of the winds, Ippolito, your green year run ... which draws on the sublime reinterpretation of the fall of Troy in ruins, forgotten until a blind ...
And if, say, to you my dear fur hair and face and the sweet eve ...
