Jugar Gratis Water Dragons Tragamonedas en Linea
I do not press my fingers athwart my mouth, I keep as accurate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is denial more rank to me than bereavement is. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the being voice, I hear all sounds administration together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and sounds pasado of the city, sounds of the day and night, Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of all over the place friendship, the faint tones of the sick, The judge with hands awkward to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles after that color'd lights, The steam-whistle, the concrete roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow march play'd by the head of the association marching two and two, They go en route for guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin. I abide part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red bore, Workmen searching after damages, making central repairs, The fall of grenades all the way through the rent roof, the fan-shaped angry outburst, The whizz of limbs, heads, boulder, wood, iron, high in the aerate.
