231. FALSTAFF

Would say verb of the sun illuminated and transparent with his black jacket and his green fanaticism olive green of course.

Suitable shakes with ease your tail of occasion on the edges of your glasses and at the tables of other courts.

It is one, with background In the gualdrapas Of the damned. Straining on the lips The mosses of the spleen, Terrifyingly placid.

Its fine lines Contoured laser; Its soft ways Parallel faces; His careful suits Networks, With its hook you give tails; Stubborn? no Comprehensive? Yes. and live and the colors, the faint colors, brief and those without colors, are your obligation, its distinction.

Depart with Rome and Byzantium, lustful man, Egyptian however, for his life after his good death. and of course a slip of Zeus Or the lieutenant yago.

Sure it's clear He has his side vision and keep your difference the sun shines and he does not hide, It stalks, it feeds Crawls or lays, to share its halo, and don't show your self-absorbed and hollowed out shadow.