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Posted 24 December 2009 - 02:54 PM
ESTOY FLOR DE ATORRANTE
UN CONTURSI MALEANTE
Posted 24 December 2009 - 03:33 PM
Posted 24 December 2009 - 03:50 PM
Posted 24 December 2009 - 03:51 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 24 December 2009 - 04:26 PM
Posted 24 December 2009 - 04:28 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 24 December 2009 - 04:31 PM
Posted 24 December 2009 - 04:32 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 24 December 2009 - 04:34 PM
Posted 24 December 2009 - 04:34 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 24 December 2009 - 04:42 PM
Posted 24 December 2009 - 04:45 PM
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
Posted 24 December 2009 - 04:48 PM
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