For all those voices which are quiet now Many others sang rock and roll in a chorus While thousands turned back when seeing the death wagon The heros went toward it in a rhythmic step.
The hand of the death Came to that place It was a terrible day Both of them had many things to do Their love was so big... Suddenly the helicopter crashed down On the cementery Police said there were thousands of death people.
Down to the beach Down to the beach On a sunny day we go
Beach bags packed with sun screen lotions Hands rubbing people's backs in slow motion Glistening oily bodies radiating with sensation
Down to the beach Down to the beach Where a chilly sea breeze blows
Let's have some fun In the red-hot sun
Down to the beach Only there the ladies reveal saucy behinds Whenever the raging sun is still kind
Down to the beach As never-ceasing waves play across the shores People happily play dreading any rainy downpour
Down to the beach Where young lovers closely nestle As sand creatures cause the sand to bristle Seagulls gliding in the air with screams and whistles Kids picking up shells and building stormy sand castles
Down to the beach Where mostly good vibes flow Down to the beach We go whilst there is still sun without snow
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure Divine- a talisman- an amulet That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure- The words- the syllables! Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre, If one could merely comprehend the plot. Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet's, too, Its letters, although naturally lying Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando- Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.
For you my heart walks for you it would arrive so far that I would go until the infinite it would count each star for you with their shines like mirror for my beautiful Lady…
I dream of getting up to know you and having your heart near mine… I am able to request you just the whisper of your lips to stay with life since you are the only one able to make me feel I live I never want to stop thinking of you…. because just thinking of it takes me to the extreme happiness it is not a chance what I am requesting from you but rather a question… do you Want to begin a history of love with me?
Just the love will save us, To face our adversity, I don't want to hurt you more, I don't want you to go away Together an eternity Just the love will save us, To ascend to the sky and never return I want to hug you once again, I want to fill you with happiness, together an eternity.
I don't know if the decision of moving away from you was good I don't know if I am making it wrong or well I don't know really if what I make and I making demonstrates less or more I just know that I no wasn't able for more it felt strange as in his beginnings makes it a hermit it felt confused among being by your side or to be lost it seems that without realizing my decisions I chose to be lost, and now I am alone under these conditions your strong anger and your unbroken woman dignity have left me without opportunity to respond before the doubts that traveled for my mind now for my own decision I feel a demented
Your love makes me feel the happiest man in the world, and it moves me away from the whole dirty pain, that it was in my very fertile one. Your smile reminds me the butterflies that flew in front of us, very beautiful; you are the most beautiful of all the things and for that reason this day I give you a thousand roses
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps his purse shut; when death comes like the measle pox;
when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering; what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth tending as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
My greatest strength lies in striving every day, in beating myself every night, and kill my fears, kill my demons just that way I can lead my people to the top, just that way I can sleep peacefully at night, as the most important battle is with myself.
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