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[01 May 2011|01:01pm] |
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FACE IT,
UR TOO OLD!!!
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[01 May 2011|01:32pm] |
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Gribas, lai baltā pasaulē
balti sniegi snieg, Un pa baltiem lielceļiem
balti cilvēki iet. Un, lai baltos cilvēkos
baltas domas dzimst. Un, lai baltās darbdienās
balti svētki ir.
/I.Ziedonis/
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[01 May 2011|01:48pm] |
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If rape and poison, dagger and burning, Have still not embroidered their pleasant designs On the banal canvas of our pitiable destinies, It's because our souls, alas, are not bold enough!
/ CHARLES BAUDELAIRE /
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[01 May 2011|01:54pm] |
From out these wide black eyes which are your spirit's vent,
Heap fires less fierce upon me. O impenitent,
I am no tireless Styx to gird you nine times nine,
I am no lustful Fury to exhaust your lust,
To break your vigor or to make you bite the dust
Or in your bed's hell turn into a Proserpine.
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