The prow of the strong wind sways him original, marginal
"This wind north, rural, blows strong, of east
It is orientated, imported alcoholic wind
Unfortunate, for the ordered government. Nor here I am calmed
Imported alcohol… out me is inebriated
Wind of the Jasmine because you push me like this?
That navigation… they let to cheat me the mast
The wind lost the head. Mine is slow, normal, rough
Is the drink with me or me with her? "
It will rain! Drops are to consent!
"Ah! It is her finishes purchase that they did. Import of clouds. Imported rain
A lot of rain, winds, cyclones, hurricanes, typhoons. The sky is flooded of drunk souls"
Ai!ai!ai! That drunk of the motorized ran over the child. Hê!hê!hê!.. Did it kill her!?
"A lot of deaths, few births. Demographic deficit. One more import…
Reproducers balance the race."
With so many cows to graze on thereabout?
"Bipeds of easy import."
I became used to, it felt him as a tombstone
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