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Posted 19 April 2010 - 01:07 PM
Posted 19 April 2010 - 01:12 PM
ESTOY FLOR DE ATORRANTE
UN CONTURSI MALEANTE
Posted 19 April 2010 - 03:23 PM
Cosa vuoi che ti scriva?
Cosa vuoi che ti dica?
Tu sei ovunque in me.
Posted 19 April 2010 - 04:40 PM
Posted 19 April 2010 - 05:33 PM
There are some things I may not know
There are some places, dear Lord, I may not go.
But there's one thing of which I'm sure
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul.
I have found a way to live
in the presence of the Lord Hare Ram, Ram, Ram
Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram
Posted 19 April 2010 - 06:00 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 19 April 2010 - 06:14 PM
Posted 19 April 2010 - 06:53 PM
Posted 19 April 2010 - 08:20 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 19 April 2010 - 11:06 PM
Posted 20 April 2010 - 01:14 AM
Posted 20 April 2010 - 05:24 AM
Posted 20 April 2010 - 02:04 PM
There are some things I may not know
There are some places, dear Lord, I may not go.
But there's one thing of which I'm sure
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul.
I have found a way to live
in the presence of the Lord Hare Ram, Ram, Ram
Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram
Posted 20 April 2010 - 03:32 PM
Posted 20 April 2010 - 04:51 PM
Posted 20 April 2010 - 04:53 PM
Posted 20 April 2010 - 05:12 PM
Posted 20 April 2010 - 07:21 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 20 April 2010 - 08:11 PM
Posted 20 April 2010 - 08:21 PM
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