jāatzīst, ka Zinedine Zidane dēļ, es futbolu varētu skatīties stundām
viņš ir seksīgs
tā teikt - pa manai gaumei
viņš ir seksīgs
tā teikt - pa manai gaumei
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jāatzīst, ka Zinedine Zidane dēļ, es futbolu varētu skatīties stundām viņš ir seksīgs tā teikt - pa manai gaumei |
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man tik ļoti trūkst viņa protams, negribu, lai viņš atgriežas ātrāk, kā nepieciešams, jo tas nozīmētu izkrišanu, bet viņš ir tik lielisks vīrietis un bez viņa tīri fiziski naktīs salst un emocionāli arī trīcu pēc viņa, bet katram savi darbi un pienākumi |
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un šoreiz New York Fashion week ir skaista man patīk tās 50-to gadu kleitas, protams, arī cita tipa kleitas un apģērbi; |
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Sting:
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Tears, Idle Tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death. And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more! /Lord Alfred Tennyson/ |
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