Libertine, Mylène Farmer (1986)
Friday, September 17, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Zoophilia Free Movies Animal
could hear the horses galloping closer fierce and cold aisles to scratch his face.
enviable Full of wisdom, walking in the darkness of the gloomy passages, as if knew every corner of the castle. As if it was her castle, both part of a whole.
knew I could not stop to wonder at what he did, as this could cost him his life, but did not seem in a hurry. She owned a disturbing peace.
suddenly stopped, took one of the torches from the wall to illuminate what was in front of her and from her robe pulled a red silk handkerchief, which pressed against his chest tightly, as if it were a priceless treasure.
It took a few seconds to think, but the ride of the soldiers reacted.
The scarf slipped to just leave a key in the palm of your hand, while a secret passage opened at his feet. Down the stairs with something in a hurry, take your dress to avoid tripping over it and taking care not to extinguish the torch.
seemed to be a thousand steps forming a stairway that would lengthen each step she took, which was coiled around his feet and prevented him from running faster. A winding staircase gradually haciéndosele eternal Maybe if I had time, had told the infinite steps, but was not the case. Now, should act as quickly as possible.
At the end of the ladder, he found a impenetrably door closed, with a few devastating maneuvers soon.
entered a small room. Unimaginable and that nothing was in line with the rest of the castle. It was a warm, despite how it looked dusty by the time abandoned. At the bottom of it, was what both wanted Camille: A chest, covered in years, worn, stained, stale and smelled of ivory.
Once again, looked at his key with some sweetness and prepared to open her trunk. It took a while to understand, since you were not happy memories invaded his mind, were rather painful and sad.
finally overcame her searing pain and with closed eyes opened the trunk. There it was, just as I remembered and still dormant despite being the victim of years. The most precious gift he had made: A heart that does not put conditions, which was warm and that was pure, and who gave it.
He took in his hands. He felt as he shook the soul. Released a tear and smiled a smile on his lips. He closed the trunk. He withdrew the key and heart wrapped in red tissue.
Each time the soldiers were closer to her. He could not he'd come back. but not uncomfortable. She knew very well that castle and knew every corner, every hiding place, every corridor and hallway.
to be squeezed out of the castle, and between night missed his silhouette.
climbed a mountain and there he stayed with his heart in his hands. Sitting at the edge of a cliff, staring and his conscience alone.
When the soldiers arrived, one saw a body falling into emptiness and Camille as I recall, was only his red scarf tangled in the weeds of the forest. That was his sign of freedom.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Swallowing Liva Animals
're done by word, for those of tomorrow ... Passivity
The poet immortalizes his beloved
Alas I will have you because, to them the infinite sea
and all the land on a flight can go
without fatigue. Feasting and celebration around this
you find, housed in the mouths of many.
And the sound of flutes young treble
rounds of love with beautiful and soft tunes
you cite. And when the dark caverns of the earth
descend to the appalling mansions of Hades,
even then, dying, you have to miss your glory,
but you'll keep the crowd your name immortal
Cirno, and you will travel through the land of Greece and the islands
and relentless cross the high seas inhabited by fish, without Montarto
on horseback, as they will take the splendid
gifts of the Muses of purple braids.
And for those, even tomorrow, to appreciate the song,
you will live equally as long as there the earth and sun.
And yet, I do not get you one bit of esteem,
but as a young child, fool me with tales.
Theognis of Megara
[Translated by Carlos García Gual, Anthology of Greek literature , Alianza Editorial, Madrid, 1995]
Alas I will have you because, to them the infinite sea
and all the land on a flight can go
without fatigue. Feasting and celebration around this
you find, housed in the mouths of many.
And the sound of flutes young treble
rounds of love with beautiful and soft tunes
you cite. And when the dark caverns of the earth
descend to the appalling mansions of Hades,
even then, dying, you have to miss your glory,
but you'll keep the crowd your name immortal
Cirno, and you will travel through the land of Greece and the islands
and relentless cross the high seas inhabited by fish, without Montarto
on horseback, as they will take the splendid
gifts of the Muses of purple braids.
And for those, even tomorrow, to appreciate the song,
you will live equally as long as there the earth and sun.
And yet, I do not get you one bit of esteem,
but as a young child, fool me with tales.
Theognis of Megara
[Translated by Carlos García Gual, Anthology of Greek literature , Alianza Editorial, Madrid, 1995]
Monday, September 6, 2010
Filmy Erotyczne Na Nokie Za Darmo Do Pobrania
the sea from Meirás Beach on Sunday See, the sea Wants to take me, The knife
Wants to cut me,
Do you think you CAN help me?
Wants to cut me,
Do you think you CAN help me?
I Know It's Over , The Smiths
[See, the sea wants to take,
the knife wants to cut,
do you think you can help me?]
the knife wants to cut,
do you think you can help me?]
Ana's little feet in the water, on Sunday
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Pokemon Gold Rom Cheats
Lorca II Notes (or careful what you wish)
When I read Lorca, eroticism that permeates everything he writes me drunk. Impossible not to feel, as a force that is beyond anything that sets the limits: the reason to our heads, our behavior society. As undercurrent, there's this: in the songs of the girls who wash, light and playful but at the same time ominous, like a presence that " beware - beware " on the boards of the old, requested or simply offered between teeth, interfering, judging, but they know, for better and for worse, then finally the actors the drama, but mostly ignored intense presence negligent. Nobody ever says "I burn with desire"-that self-awareness: it does not. We know, squeezing her throat, "how I like to say:" strangled in his throat "-until it is triggered, the desire, tragedy, both.
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