I was walking in the afternoon along a path of delights without bulls, when a coarse soapmaker appeared beyond the equator, charging as he was, a brute.
And, in addition to rude, goofy.
And then the one who appeared on the scene was
Morante de la Puebla
like an ar tremor
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