À ma superbe femme Te rencontrer c’etait mon destin devenir ton ami c’estait mon choix poster
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God picked up each soul like a perishing flower. Ladies and youngsters went flying as much as the skies, And guys…there they're, in blood up to their eyes. Indignant souls, too many to be borne by using the air. They don't are looking to depart their contributors behind, the lifeless. The priest is there, figuring what the expense might be, And the corpses stretched out, holed by using artillery, want a shroud, a pass, remorseful words to be pointed out. People that are nevertheless alive don't know where to move. A paid sentinel within the core of ways, dying is a soldier who goals and that they dispose of The revolt who would stand witness day after today. women let us take our black ribbons, and wear one on the arm. It has been forbidden to take the pale continues to be Of our murdered. They have got heaped them on the stones. God bless them all! They have been all of them unarmed. À ma superbe femme Te rencontrer c’etait mon destin devenir ton ami c’estait mon choix poster
Les roses de Saadi J'ai voulu ce matin te rapporter des roses; Mais j'en avais tant pris dans mes ceintures closes Que les noeuds trop serré n'ont pu les contenir. Les noeuds ont éclaté. Les roses envolées Dans le vent, á la mer s'en sont toutes allées. Elles ont suivi l'eau pour ne plus revenir. La indistinct en a paru rouge et comme enflammée. Ce soir, ma gown encore en est toute embaumée. . . Respires-en sur moi 'lodorant keepsake. The roses of Saadi The knots burst. The entire roses took wing, The air become full of roses flying, Carried by the wind, into the sea. The waves are red, as notwithstanding they're burning. My costume still has the scent of the morning, Remembering roses. Smell them on me.
i needed to deliver you roses this morning. There have been so many i needed to carry, The knots at my waist could not hold so many.
Les séparés N'écris pas. Je suis triste, et je voudrais m'éteindre. Les beaux étés sans toi, c'est la nuit sans flambeau. J'ai refermé mes bras qui ne peuvent t'atteindre, Et frapper á mon Coeur, c'est frapper au tombeau. N'écris pas! N'écris pas. N'apprenons qu'à toi, si je t'aimais!
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