Lost language

Lift your arm. She lifts. How big is this mountain for a skier. It takes a long time to arrive to the valley. He has to be careful, not to be too fast, because he is alone. No one can help him, if he gets lost in the snow.

I am folding a hat from the glass of my window.

I nail the smoke of my pipe to the wall.

I breastfeed the asphalt.

I hide the flames of the bonfire under my underwear.

I wrap carefully my last night's dream into a cloud. Big package tough.

I cry under water.