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cuando.
El flor rojo.
Cuando el amor te duele, irás al otro país para estar seguro que ella te ama.
Cuando ella llora, estas paseando por la callejuela de tu corazon para olvidar esta tristeza infinita.
Cuando pierdes alguien, te gusta beber agua de su dolor para aprender como vivir sin soledad.
Cuando esté flor rojo esta creciendo dentro y se llama Amor.
He kissed her hard before he was off
Lovey dovey.
Just seventeen, life is not your choice but definitely IS your dream
Just seventeen and you may call this gorgeous girl a drama queen
Just seventeen and somebody loves you back
Just seventeen and this song is not a stupid hackneyed track
Just seventeen you say I love you she answers I love you too
Just seventeen stunning snapshots and maybe you will not drink
You know what I mean
But If it is not about you and me who are suckers
I guess you know what I mean.
The only thing I want to do when I see flowers is to crush their petals. I am addicted to this crime , each time I see beautiful lilies , daisies, magnolias or dahlias I palm them , save them for a while and crush them. You call it cruelty I call it art . What is the definition of art? We look at paintings and see how men rape women and call it A Masterpiece , why can't I call this deed art ?
I would like to sip your summer wine . How sweet is it ? Do I need to add sugar ? I have never tasted dandelion wine but I am sure that it would be the sweetest wine ever . I hope that I am allowed to call this cruelty , this terrible process -Art because we will have to crush flowers in order to get summer wine . What do you think about it ? The saddest thing that brings joy , bliss! Suddenly, one understands that out of joy is sorrow born.
One grave to me was given, One watch till Judgement Day; And God looked down from Heaven And rolled the stone away. One day in all the years, One hour in that one day, His Angel saw my tears, And rolled the stone away!
la mas hermosa mujer en la ciudad.
Érase una vez una chica bonita y buena , trabajaba mucho sin pensar en su destino , sin amar , solo quería ser bonita y lista . Todas las personas amaban esa chiquitita y pensaban que iba a tener una familia grande . Pero esa chica vivía con su hermana quien amaba su marido mucho y no hacia nada para su belleza o su educación, nadie amaba esa mujerona porque pensaba que era estúpida . Algún día su hermana dijo - Quiero tener un marido bueno quien me amara mucho . Empezaron a buscar el marido para su hermanita pero cada persona pensaba que esa chica era arrogante y solo pensaba en su belleza ... Esa mujer vivía sola toda su vida sin hijos , sin sexo y sin amor pero era la mas hermosa mujer en la ciudad .
Кстати come y terminar обозначают кончать на русском и мне не стыдно . Ведь стыдно тому у кого видно.
high heels.
One night I heard the noise . It scared me to death. I was alone outside waiting for my wife to come , to tell you the truth I fell out of love with her and it was the most horrible thing ever , I had to fuck her , don't think that I disliked sex no it was the greatest pleasure for a man like me . I strongly believed that all our feelings come from our bodies, never could I think that I would feel something except for desire. It was a cold , windy night and nobody was outside but me. She walked slowly, slowlier than other women , the first thing I managed to notice was her high heels , that sharp sound cutting my head into two separate parts . After that I looked at her fragile body covered with the blue dress, she looked lonely smoking her cigarette , hat off , coat zipped , heart closed for strangers. She approached me and cast a devious stare , beautiful , amazing girl in her prime , nothing to lose nothing to gain the main character from all the novels I had read . Crestfallen i was , man in his thirties having nothing to give but my heart . She walked away but I would never forget how I fucked with her in the dells of my broken mind.
vestal aurora
He is a blithe poet with the deep dolour in his heart
Beholding the firmament . It is three in the morning .
He is harking the sounds of the beaten road.
Waiting for the impuissant moon with bloody eyes and fears hiding behind his back.
She is an ingrate child of nature , singing lays to God that doesn't listen to prayers.
When the night killed the day she drowned herself in the plumbless river.
Blithe- happy
Firmament- sky
Hark- listen
Impussant- powerless
Ingrate- ungrateful
Lay- song
Plumbless- extremely deep.
the dead
What I really love about the dead is that they do not bother me
Your mother chose the coffin and your daddy paid for your beautiful dress with dahlias
Oh, your father knew that you adored those flowers
Everybody is looking at them , they are gathering daisies for the dead one while their friends are perfuming her trusses , long long ebony hair
This time I am singing about the woe in one simple American family
It didn't happen on the road of life but happened in the big mansion where happiness is the neighbor of sadness
Strangers say that it is good to win a day , well , I will say that it is great to fall
Strangers say that it is great to gain , I will say that it is great to lose
Strangers say that money is the antheme of succes, I will say that affection is the anthem of success
Strangers say that kids ain't significant , I will say that our kids are building the bridge to the world all of us will be equal
The daughter of Eve died , will you listen to my music or to music of the shattered dreams of the passers - by .
the doll.
Imagine, you were born a simple doll , no felings, no strings attached , no affection, no desire for perfection.
Imagine, you are a girl , basically you are supposed to fall and beg some man to stay and there is no other way , oh , distinctly you remember that very moment when you wanted to become a plaything , a doll.
Imagine, you are under forty and have a crush on that guy from the cafe but one day you find out that he has a wife , what about your pretty long black eyelashes and fake smiles just forget about them for a while , you are nothing and have nothing to lose but this seduction leading to destruction is the only thing you think about ... You have two variants , you with bamby eyes, you , brassier off in the morning , in your stupid galoshes with or without make up to become somebody’s doll.
You , on the open road , selling your body , giving your body to strangers , you crying mom , I am okay , how many times have you come ? Did you like being used ? How many scars does your black soul have? Harlot at night , little girl in the morning , folly and disaster . Well, people have told me about big poetry , existentialism, procrastination , your pain but nobody has ever told me that you were a toy . My meretricious beauty.
Of men and women .
When men fall in love they are usually calm
When women fall in love they are usually passionate.
What kind of woman would you like to possess ? What poetry would you like to imbibe ?
Men make love to women , let desire run here .
Women make love to men, let love rule here.
What may you say about the moment you penetrate your woman ‘s soul?
Are you hankering after her body? Your aspiration is her flesh or her soul ? What does it mean to love men ?
And if I come with strong music , will you tell me about your art of loving and giving?
Lana Del Rey & Father John Misty // Jim Morrison & wife Pam
If God treats you well by teaching you a disastrous lesson, you never forget it.
если твое сердце сделано из камня , то почему твоя душа полна вод океанов.
