occitanissima

Meravilhos, marvelos , bar of la glicina, Ont lo mond , the word , came to dry, to beure , enough. Sens far de grimaças, that the boss , a woman, put his pants, In front of the table , a solelh colc , dins lo fuèlhum, Entre que ressontis la campana linda e l'escarapetal, fòrt, del pastis natural , trach d'una barrica de garric ecologica desbondada. Aital l'aneth, tal un remembre forgiven, that we have to drink 40 years ago. That the mothers give us, tal a milk d'una cabra lubrica. A biker, pren sa monina sens davalar de moto, Wait for the revolucion en agachant lo string de la patrona. Quitament una mena de burka pel clitoris... E wait for the Che ... as others wait for Elvis.