facts or fiction-it lies without a true frame.with might but it will manage into the heart of man on a broad space of a pathway...that these eyes as starry as it glitters. lamb of the soul in the voice of holy scriptures. shall see no pictures. not even a ray of light. that those limbs stronger than a bone-rollers to the adventurers train would engrave the dusty earth one tragic hour not anymore. when the face will grow wrinkles at the end...cease the day the poet would say now the walls can send back the echoe of your questions. do something!.