

Posted 09 February 2012 - 09:04 AM
ESTOY FLOR DE ATORRANTE
UN CONTURSI MALEANTE
Posted 09 February 2012 - 09:08 AM
Posted 09 February 2012 - 10:54 AM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
Posted 11 February 2012 - 06:24 PM
Posted 11 February 2012 - 08:16 PM
Posted 11 February 2012 - 08:29 PM
Posted 11 February 2012 - 08:31 PM
Cosa vuoi che ti scriva?
Cosa vuoi che ti dica?
Tu sei ovunque in me.
Posted 12 February 2012 - 10:39 AM
Posted 12 February 2012 - 05:53 PM
ॐ Be a voice, not an echo. ॐ
Posted 12 February 2012 - 05:54 PM
Posted 12 February 2012 - 05:55 PM
ॐ Be a voice, not an echo. ॐ
Posted 12 February 2012 - 06:05 PM
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When you open your mind to the impossible, sometimes you find the truth.
Posted 12 February 2012 - 06:17 PM
Posted 12 February 2012 - 06:29 PM
Cosa vuoi che ti scriva?
Cosa vuoi che ti dica?
Tu sei ovunque in me.
Posted 12 February 2012 - 06:35 PM
Posted 12 February 2012 - 06:58 PM
“… People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.” (Kathleen Winter: Annabel.)
“Point of view is everything.“ (Kathleen Winter: Annabel.)
LIVE. LEARN.TRAVEL. LOVE.
Posted 13 February 2012 - 10:20 PM
Posted 14 February 2012 - 02:45 PM
ESTOY FLOR DE ATORRANTE
UN CONTURSI MALEANTE
Posted 14 February 2012 - 03:21 PM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
Posted 14 February 2012 - 03:31 PM
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