In the hot shade of a soft stone, a young old Woman standing sat, and without saying anything, she spoke to a tall, short-bearded man with a long beard without beard:
- We have hot frost this summer.
And it was winter.
There were three boats standing there, one, in the other half, and the third one was not there at all.
He got into the fourth and drowned, but swam to the shores of the deserted island where he was attacked by white negroes.
Escaping climbed on the pear, he broke the parsley sprinkled with onion.
Until the owner of this banana came and says:
- Get down from this chestnut because it's not my willow!
And he was still mixing lime.
