The Blue Buffalo Company

If the stars do not shine, the moon will not rise if

You are like a land

that nobody has ever said.

You do not wait for anything

if not the word

that pours forth from the bottom

like a fruit from the branches.

There is a wind that comes.

things doubly dead and dried

t'ingombrano and go in the wind

limbs and ancient words.

You tremble in the summer.

Land and death

Cesare Pavese

L 'art will save us, perhaps you will be able to do so. Let us change after a year has passed and the states of mind are always the same, the words are repeated, the heartbeat remained on the same rhythm. Maybe she will probably do well.

I do not ever forget that my heart is an apple, which are so full of crap that is why I am sure to love the .