I would give a tale of a genius’s grave and a tower of Iron, but never a joke.
Somewhere a body is waiting its sad conscience. A town is watching the mountains with intentions of change.
It’s much more easier to compose a poem than to please with a song, and if you like how others sing, I will respect the silence by all strategies.
Somebody will follow the good direction, and the ecology in the next revolution will be serious.
It’s never late to write a last speech for the future companions. Few of them are afraid of the sea, but most of them take sugar in the coffee.
I prefer the misunderstanding when it comes after love my Mistress.