zarathustra

you came to my feet a winter morning and I had difficulty in recognizing you, just gave me a white pearl with full knowledge of you.
But I did not want to believe it, I thought immune to your wrinkled hands that I announced the age of retirement.

Ardimentai that some youth 'still raging in me and humbly decided to look after ... the path was hard and the blood from my veins stripped .... when ordunque, I decided that the course of events made ​​his pitch.

It was a night of star singers, and I am looking at your eyes dulled, esalai your last breath, making your stay an accomplice in the dark limb of the principle ... my legs were shaking, and his death gave me the best: A jolly smile and clear about the age of transit and the ethereal space of youth '.