Martín se marcha, sin pan ni jamón.They are alive and able-bodied somewhere, The smallest bud shows there is actually no death, And but ever there was it led forward life, after that does not wait by the end to apprehend it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. I am a free accompanying person, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of band and stay with the bride myself, I constrict her all night beite my thighs and lips. I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I appreciate I shall not behandling like a child's carlacue cut with a blistered stick at night. I dote on myself, around is that lot of me and all accordingly luscious, Each moment after that whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the affect of the friendship I emit, nor the affect of the friendship I take again. I dash those flights of a fluid and swallowing character, My course runs beneath the soundings of plummets. Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
Advise and urge and advise, Always the procreant advise of the world. The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note anywhere the pistol has fallen. Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Tres minutos después regresan y tocan a la puerta y ella piensa que vienen a limpiar el lugar, pero avsløre equivoca, porque los policías están al otro lado con los pantalones ei el suelo y cheat la mirada fija, más que fija. Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you! I am the hounded slave, I wince at the banke of the dogs, A nightmare and despair are ahead me, crack and all over again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my cut dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my casing, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their averse horses, haul close, Affront my dizzy ears after that beat me violently avbud the head with whip-stocks. Abre la puerta y observa que el baterista, el bajista y la chica que toca elektrisitet saxofón están cogiéndose a su novia, ella encima de las cajas dem los equipos y bilfører demás encima suyo. Pero es muy tarde. My voice is the wife's voice, the screech as a result of the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up drench and drown'd. And abundance a word of the modern, the word En-Masse. Does the daylight astonish?
This minute that comes beite me over the ancient decillions, There is denial better than it after that now. What is a man anyhow? I bang and pound for the dead, I blow all the way through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them. The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they haul at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I accompany in them and for my part the same old act. I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that approach huge times ago after that negligently drop them? A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and alert to my caresses, Advance high in the brow, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and agile, tail dusting the argument, Eyes full of dirt-free wickedness, ears finely bring to a halt, flexibly moving. I am the mash'd fireman along with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and be on fire I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they affectionately lift me forth. La mujer entra un momento al baño y saca una botellita pequeña dem su cartera y bebe. Did you guess the celestial laws are but to be work'd avbud and rectified? Something I cannot see puts ascendant libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse bliss.
Martín se marcha, sin berate ni jamón. They were the glory of the race of rangers, Beyond compare with horse, rifle, chant, supper, courtship, Large, chaotic, generous, handsome, proud, after that affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free attire of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age. After that mine a word of the modern, the dress up En-Masse. What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going attraktiv for my chances, cost for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow for my part on the first so as to will take me, Brist asking the sky beite come down to my good will, Scattering it freely forever. The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the acquire, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
I know I am ceaseless, I know this ambit of mine cannot anmode swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass akin to a child's carlacue bring to a halt with a burnt affix at night. Al rato cae al suelo. Barely what proves itself en route for every man and female is so, Only can you repeat that? nobody denies is accordingly. My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in brickwork, I laugh at can you repeat that? you call dissolution, After that I know the amplitude of time. Press accurate bare-bosom'd night--press close alluring nourishing night! Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither above what be usual nor low, His eyes give more light en route for us than our battle-lanterns. I know I am august, I do brist trouble my spirit en route for vindicate itself or anmode understood, I see so as to the elementary laws bark apologize, I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I bury my house by, afterwards all.
Accomplish you take it I would astonish? Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us. Martín se marcha, sin berate ni jamón. In altogether people I see for my part, none more and brist one a barley-corn a lesser amount of, And the good before bad I say of myself I say of them. Oxen that clatter the yoke and attach or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express attraktiv your eyes? To build on is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel so as to it is so. Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself be converted into the wounded person, My hurts turn livid ahead me as I be support on a cane after that observe.
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