Character: Gabriel

Horse Yes traveler Ali you tight?
If it were really the way to die.
The road to defeat is not a thing,
But as a way to overcome?
The devil and God, one, see, account,
You, the Russian road, seven bends for a mile.

There is no bump, so will pit
The pothole, to the right-left in a ditch.
Oh, the way you tell us plainly,
If you go to the light?

But I agree the boots and shoes,
As we our verst not to love?
After all, language is here wiser than to cry
And to escape easier than catching.

Easy to trace. And again for dinner!