Casse-tête en ligne «Jars with blackberries»

How lovely, and the jars puppet the size of a half a dozen berries )

— BlackBerry, grey bark,
give me berries, please.

— the thorn of bloody branch
I love you. And you? Answer.

with the Language let me crush your
the fruit from its thick green darkness.

— All the longing of my sullen thorns
I was golubie you, trust me.

— BlackBerry, where are you going? — Look for
the love that you can give.

Federico Garcia Lorca

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