Storytelling Memoirs Hato Kay Tell us from a vicious night Tell the winter that sinks to spring from the dawn of jasmine in the difficult tulip Say it from all the flowers. From the Night of the Star of Honor From the Dress of Love from a Heart of Love The days when the streets were full of paradise Tell you why you have a tale of the hawths It was not The kind hand of laughter flowers those days when the emotional under the dome is like the hands of the lovers of all this not only The storytellers storyteller Even Night Tales The story of the ears and the wave The Red Tale of the Tale of Water Tale The Tale of the Sea from the Sea and the Tales of the Fish I tell me my nostalgia night whatever you want
