Transcription: And the port is waiting, if with melancholy. I write my words, I say my words, my words are flowing so, twenty-two. I go to the channel, I send the letter to the house, I take the car, I go to the cup, and I have to make a force to go to the house without a letter to the channel. The train is hollow, and the number is not even higher. There is no one in the same boat, there is no one in the same cup, and there are the flag and the record of the Romanes of the adventure, it affected the permanent waters of Ejo. And it was the world. There was a sentiment of a kind of solidarity and abandon. Was ...
