Life is too short for you and me to spend it on love
Here is a rengen and in it the wheels of our subaru are overgrown
There are onion rings on the board, there are potatoes on the table next to it, there is black bread and there is a herring on the board
The earth in an eclipse and a bright spark flying towards it
It's not just bandits hiding in the night darkness
Hugge in Roman, or a feeling, when it rains outside the window
You can make a blueberry cake out of blueberries, it's very oboldenny