You know nymphs, they are such delicate and fragile creatures, like cigarette smoke in the night by moonlight, that all the sonatas were composed and reflected to us without an answer and who said and how said. he took his hands and led into the abyss, timidly holding his breath and he sang folding verses and was precise and gentle when you call him to meet the light, he timidly rolls in sins when you sing this song, he hides gently on his lips.. he is obsessed and reckless when he is in love with a poem that quietly so in prudence gives hope to be
