Evory Salieri

I breathe below the Kunlun Mountain, in a cave, having 15 (sometimes 23) kauai wolf spiders as guests and a pet fossa named Hey. But when I go out, I relish ruminating, with my impassive glance, the never-ending path of a creek, which gushes in the most vivace music played by water and rocks. Music accompanied by the muttering of the leaves, under the direction of the shivering breeze, with the beat of the falling drops over the water film.