till I'd followed through my upfielded neviewscope the rugaby moon cumuliously godrolling himself westasleep amuckst the cloudscrums for to watch how carefully my nocturnal goose- mother would lay her new golden sheegg for me down under … [Leer más...]
449.26-34 sentado, de noche, junto al río
I could sit on safe side till the bark of Saint Grouseus for hoopoe's hours, till heoll's hoerrisings, laughing lazy at the sheep's lightning and turn a wida- most ear dreamily to the drummling of snipers, hearing the … [Leer más...]
449.21-26 la pelea, en la noche, de los arbustos
[La pelea] has broken at the coward sight tillwell on into the beausome of the exhaling night, pinching stop-andgo jewels out of the hedges and catching dimtop brilliantson the tip of my wagger but for that owledclock (fast cease to it!)has … [Leer más...]
449.12-21 zorros y pájaros
That's more in my line. I'd ask no kinder of fates than to stay where I am, with my tinny of brownie's tea, under the invocation of Saint Jamas Hanway, servant of Gamp, lapidated, and Jacobus a Pershawm, intercissous, for my thuri- fex, … [Leer más...]
449. 05-12 No tengo prisa, pero te alcanzaría
If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them. I'll nose a blue fonx with any tristys blinking upon this earthlight of all them that pass by the way of the deerdrive, conconey's run or wilfrid's walk, but I'd turn back as lief as … [Leer más...]