Awards, protocols, considerations, parlor, worship the gods of secular media, audiences, graphics, statistics golden values stock market, applause, applause, applause ...
Res.
All that matters is here; under the azure sky: the sound of the wind between codines, dance heads of trees, ponds bowls to rock the mountain granellons the sun's surface water, the branches of the oak looking to the sky centuries, the silence of nature, light the face of the child, because they feel like smiling, the wicks of her hair and her cheeks red enrojolades the cold and the breeze, the sound of treading the path that leads to the streams that rise in Mola or Montcau the empty heart of the different ambitions now and austere earthy taste of the water source, the smell of thyme, violation of the steppe velvety leaves, rosemary flowers by bees, the cloud of lead that suddenly darkens the landscape and starting a blown icy, the drop of rain rain everywhere, the pink clay massif that one day we were born from the same position today, and the same position to be in three hundred years.
Stay the weight of human glory, smoke of vanity, pride balmats who die with the ashes of the tomb, which trigger envy as empty as their own achievements gold of Homo sapiens that generate them. Depart from me the praise, flattery, gifts, fees, they want the gold chain I fidelity to the wave power everything agombola.
Let me, powerful, with my mountain, with people I love, and shove the field!
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