And now that I see him, I think I never ran into him.
I’m very glad about not meeting him.
And about not wasting time with someone who is not one of mine. I never did anything to meet him and he didn’t with me either. So both of us have spared ourselves a bad encounter.
Well, may he have a nice life. And if not, I couldn’t care less. In short, Restán means absolutely nothing to me. Does he mean anything to anyone, even minimally? I don’t think so.
And if that’s what the bishops like, what a shittiness of bishops! Shittiness of shit.
I can’t help but think of that intelligent look of the horse. Nonexistent no matter how much one wants to find it.