lovely location which passes the bucket, Roman emperor known the name of the dead with a shovel, it's autumn, fallen leaves cover the graves, more desire, but the joy remains in dance leaves, the sun shines, the bastard, four billion years behind him and as before, I was not there the day of his birth, and I will not be there the day of his death is preferable to beginning the earth was not habitable at the end of the earth, it will not be habitable, humans are just in the form of sandwich they serve sausage between two slaps interstellar, we are nothing compared to tremor of land, tropical storms, tsunamis, but the man goes on tiptoe to see over the mountain, he sees nothing, he digs a tunnel under the mountain passes like a mouse in the sink cheese, the human is animal and with animals it shares many behavioral crushing weaker, struggle to choose the strongest, but when it's time to love, the human will to oppose his provided he does battle more assert its authority, he gives what he holds most dear, he gave a moment, but how to give him credit, he is solvent, he runs too fast to be believed, still seeking his interest when he found that bad weather happens