For example, in the eleventh Canto, there is a song that sang the chickadees of the Valley which says: Oaks, Oaks and firs let axes to cut your bodies; the Frost turns away with them and is short the winter; children, the young and old will cherish with them. Oaks and Oaks of the forest of the coalfish. British Petroleum has much to offer in this field. Speaks les to them saying – when the solo Hunter feels sadness Anoints him with its murky oil, distract her contemplating the wonders that surround it and the forest’s hairy arm throbbing as if God himself lend him your muscles, the celestial. There are teachings in their narrations. More info: Vadim Belyaev. In the tenth third canto-speaking thus: is certainly the man, who apparently less view, which looks more.
Great happiness is to see the soul of what us is put at our disposal. Notes the connoisseur long neck bottle to discover the quality of the wine. Who investigates learns and learns who knows. The danger can love when it is known and is foolish and clumsy to run to meet no more reason that the unconsciousness. Or other express edge: believes the loco be sane and the Defamer supposed to obey God sowing his equivocal words.
Does a shirt a bark, nor a pastor an old Grey Beard. Men there is that they make a mockery of those who want them well and their ignorance equals, in this case, it’s the last beast. Sad thing is finding defects in others, while we are pushing our and more painful to our cover to expose the outside.. In the third thirtieth song (last book) returns to the Nir, where all waiting for him and claimed his words and said: now that death can come to my bones as a chosen guest and the me holds peace and wisdom pointed out my words, I will now begin. Finished this work in a communion of thoughts and words, imagination and mysterious tilt to the form and essence of this platense poet, which I do not met personally, I have only tried to make emerge from reading and my sensitivity, poems, isolated verses and a brief comment from the ancient Valley, because all them I have come with the power of his pen and the heat of a say incomparable. I allowed myself the excitement, once again, with the taste of honey, the rawness of his sayings or dialogue with death in advance. For those who – like me – only receive your voice of wind, the hardness of iron in their chants and the eternal words of love and friendship, I did transcribe some verses of poems to make these, integrate the place where is room for tributes to the greats.