A strange passion is moving in my head. My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?
Si el sueño fuera (como dicen) unatregua, un puro reposo de la mente,¿por qué, si te despiertan bruscamente,sientes que te han robado una fortuna?¿Por qué es tan triste madrugar? La horanos despoja de un don inconcebible,tan íntimo que sólo es traducibleen un sopor que la vigilia dorade sueños, que bien pueden ser reflejostruncos de los tesoros de la sombra,de un orbe intemporal que no se nombray que el día deforma en sus espejos.¿Quién serás esta noche en el oscurosueño, del otro lado de su muro?
Her hair of black and eyes of brown,so very sweet and pretty she was.From another country way on down,fascinated by what she says and does.Years went by and we fell in loveperhaps it was due to circumstance.We seemed to fit together like a glovebut knew we were taking a chance.She opened up to me of long paincause she felt comfortable you see.She relayed her past and the strainabout a mother, father, brother and me.She said I was her soulmate foundcircumstances brought us together.We felt love actually knew no boundflocked together like birds of a feather.I felt inside that she may be lostwhat she needed I could provide.My heart I felt prepared for the costjust in the event that we may divide.Raised without love she never feltsaid she knew no other way but use.These were the cards she was dealtbut still that is certainly no excuse.It felt real in my heart that's trueand I also knew it in my head.Cause of time together as twoand never ever going to bed.I felt she used me against myselfas I had a soft and open heart.My love she used put on a shelftook it down again and tore it apart.Perhaps it was simply my own faultbut I believed in love and the power.The wound hurts like filled with saltany prospects of love again are sour.I have fallen in love just twice in my lifewhen I was young and again much older.There's been other love and even strifemy heart has grown wise but now colder.I know it's sad to say that and I do fretand feel I may be missing out on such.Looking back through life with regretto hope or love anymore hurts to much.
O my Luve's like a red, red roseThat's newly sprung in June;O my Luve's like the melodieThat's sweetly played in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I will luve thee still, my dear,Till a' the seas gang dry:Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,And the rocks melt wi' the sun;I will luve thee still, my dear,While the sands o' life shall run.And fare thee weel, my only Luve,And fare thee weel awhile!And I will come again, my Luve,Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.*Robert Burns
Una Rosa De Tu AmistadComo los pétalos de tu rosa firmes y bonitos, proteges con tus púas. Para que nadie separe ni un pétalo de tu amistad.Con tu perfume das a cada uno de ellos el aroma de tu amistad. Y con cada rocío alimentas los corazones.La luz brilla su color de amistad. Luz…que ilumina tu camino. Su aroma para sazonar tu existir. Su belleza para entregar todo tu amor.Una rosa de tu bella amistad que perdurará hasta la eternidad.( Minerva Dirksz )
Alexander Pushkin - Night Piece [ a poem on "sleep" ]I can't sleep, and there's no light, Mirk all round and restless slumber, Tickings near me without number,Monotonous clock measuring night!O you Fates with old wives' chatter, Sleepy night so softly swaying,Life with mouselike pitter-patter, Why vex me, what are you saying?Boring whispers what implying? Do you murmur or complain?Can't you tell me what you're seeking, Calling me or Prophesying?Oh for someone to explain That dark language you are speaking!
A love messageWomen's favorite man asks: ' Why are you crying? ' The man replied: "not love you."That's why I'm telling you, you are, once again.Of course I'd love you to love me. Maybe you will not believe, but I could have done without. Because so much the enemy of my love for many years, there were so many guards, I'm over them with you, believe me, even the existence, not even enough to be a great blessing to me and he loves you.And just like that my love will never... incapacities are many others: flaws, loneliness, fear, failures do not mix. If it was, scared to death of losing you we own a blind passion.However, as you are not connected to a religion, like freedom I love you as its own.Cezmi Ersöz
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Si el sueño fuera (como dicen) unatregua, un puro reposo de la mente,¿por qué, si te despiertan bruscamente,sientes que te han robado una fortuna?¿Por qué es tan triste madrugar? La horanos despoja de un don inconcebible,tan íntimo que sólo es traducibleen un sopor que la vigilia dorade sueños, que bien pueden ser reflejostruncos de los tesoros de la sombra,de un orbe intemporal que no se nombray que el día deforma en sus espejos.¿Quién serás esta noche en el oscurosueño, del otro lado de su muro?
ResponderEliminar*Jorge Luis Borges
Her hair of black and eyes of brown,so very sweet and pretty she was.From another country way on down,fascinated by what she says and does.Years went by and we fell in loveperhaps it was due to circumstance.We seemed to fit together like a glovebut knew we were taking a chance.She opened up to me of long paincause she felt comfortable you see.She relayed her past and the strainabout a mother, father, brother and me.She said I was her soulmate foundcircumstances brought us together.We felt love actually knew no boundflocked together like birds of a feather.I felt inside that she may be lostwhat she needed I could provide.My heart I felt prepared for the costjust in the event that we may divide.Raised without love she never feltsaid she knew no other way but use.These were the cards she was dealtbut still that is certainly no excuse.It felt real in my heart that's trueand I also knew it in my head.Cause of time together as twoand never ever going to bed.I felt she used me against myselfas I had a soft and open heart.My love she used put on a shelftook it down again and tore it apart.Perhaps it was simply my own faultbut I believed in love and the power.The wound hurts like filled with saltany prospects of love again are sour.I have fallen in love just twice in my lifewhen I was young and again much older.There's been other love and even strifemy heart has grown wise but now colder.I know it's sad to say that and I do fretand feel I may be missing out on such.Looking back through life with regretto hope or love anymore hurts to much.
ResponderEliminarWherever you go, go with all your heart.
ResponderEliminarO my Luve's like a red, red roseThat's newly sprung in June;O my Luve's like the melodieThat's sweetly played in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I will luve thee still, my dear,Till a' the seas gang dry:Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,And the rocks melt wi' the sun;I will luve thee still, my dear,While the sands o' life shall run.And fare thee weel, my only Luve,And fare thee weel awhile!And I will come again, my Luve,Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.*Robert Burns
ResponderEliminarUna Rosa De Tu AmistadComo los pétalos de tu rosa firmes y bonitos, proteges con tus púas. Para que nadie separe ni un pétalo de tu amistad.Con tu perfume das a cada uno de ellos el aroma de tu amistad. Y con cada rocío alimentas los corazones.La luz brilla su color de amistad. Luz…que ilumina tu camino. Su aroma para sazonar tu existir. Su belleza para entregar todo tu amor.Una rosa de tu bella amistad que perdurará hasta la eternidad.( Minerva Dirksz )
ResponderEliminar:rolleyes: sorry I am not a moderator here, only in the group of music :worried:
ResponderEliminarThank you dear WooWas very nice the before picthat you share me, I like
ResponderEliminarthank you Emma [ for the rose but once come :) ]
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ResponderEliminarAlexander Pushkin - Night Piece [ a poem on "sleep" ]I can't sleep, and there's no light, Mirk all round and restless slumber, Tickings near me without number,Monotonous clock measuring night!O you Fates with old wives' chatter, Sleepy night so softly swaying,Life with mouselike pitter-patter, Why vex me, what are you saying?Boring whispers what implying? Do you murmur or complain?Can't you tell me what you're seeking, Calling me or Prophesying?Oh for someone to explain That dark language you are speaking!
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ResponderEliminarthank Blueben :) RED FOR LOVE :love:
A love messageWomen's favorite man asks: ' Why are you crying? ' The man replied: "not love you."That's why I'm telling you, you are, once again.Of course I'd love you to love me. Maybe you will not believe, but I could have done without. Because so much the enemy of my love for many years, there were so many guards, I'm over them with you, believe me, even the existence, not even enough to be a great blessing to me and he loves you.And just like that my love will never... incapacities are many others: flaws, loneliness, fear, failures do not mix. If it was, scared to death of losing you we own a blind passion.However, as you are not connected to a religion, like freedom I love you as its own.Cezmi Ersöz
ResponderEliminarA part of me everyday things,The house bread,I live stiff ...Songs have not been a part of me says,nostalgia way,my most beautiful dreams;I stayed inside of me ...
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