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La Vie En Rose

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça me fait quelque chose Il est entré dans mon cœur Une part de bonheur Donc je connais la cause C'est lui pour moi Moi pour lui Dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a juré Pour la vie Et dès que je l'aperçois Alors je sens en moi Mon coeur qui bat Des nuits d'amour à plus finir Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place Des ennuis des chagrins s'effacent Heureux, heureux à mourir Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça me fait quelque chose Il est entré dans mon cœur Une part de bonheur Donc je connais la cause C'est toi pour moi Moi pour toi Dans la vie Tu me l'a dit, m'a juré Pour la vie Et dès que je l'aperçois Alors je sens en moi Mon coeur qui bat Agregar a la playlis

Oh, Pretty Woman Roy Orbison Letra Traducción Significado Pretty woman walking down the street Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one could look as good as you Mercy! Pretty woman, won't you pardon me? Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see Pretty woman, that you look lovely as can be Are you lonely just like me? Pretty woman, stop a while Pretty woman, talk a while Pretty woman, give your smile to me Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah Pretty woman, look my way Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me 'Cause I need you I'll treat you right Come with me, baby Be mine tonight Pretty woman, don't walk on by Pretty woman, don't make me cry Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey! Okay, if that's the way it must be, okay I guess I'll go on home, it's late There'll be tomorrow night, but wait! What do I see? Is she walking back to me? Yeah, she's walking back to me Oh, pretty woman! Agregar a la playlist 

“Oración” Juan Gelman Habítame, penétrame. Sea tu sangre una con mi sangre. Tu boca entre mi boca. Tu corazón agrande el mío hasta estallar… Desgárrame. Caigas entera en mis entrañas. Anden tus manos en mis manos. Tus pies caminen en mis pies, tus pies. Árdeme, árdeme. Cólmeme tu dulzura. Báñeme tu saliva el paladar. Estés en mí como está la madera en el palito. Que ya no puedo así, con esta sed quemándome. Con esta sed quemándome. La soledad, sus cuervos, sus perros, sus pedazos.

I don't want to have you to fill the empty parts in me, I want to be full on my own. I want to be so complete that I can light up a whole city and then I want to have you because the two of us combined can set it on fir.L'imagination comme alliée Lorsque deux personnes sont séparées par la distance, l'imagination devient un outil essentiel pour préserver l'intimité et le désir. Les poèmes érotiques peuvent servir d'invitation à explorer les fantasmes sexuels, grâce à des images et des descriptions suggestives qui éveillent l'esprit du lecteur. Il est important de laisser libre cours à l'imagination et d'explorer un large éventail de thèmes et de scénarios érotiques. Des rencontres passionnées dans des lieux exotiques aux jeux de séduction et aux fantasmes érotiques, les poèmes peuvent construire un monde à part entière où la distance n'est pas une barrière, mais une source d'inspiration pour le désir et la passion. 

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magination as an ally When two people are separated by distance, imagination becomes an essential tool to keep intimacy and desire alive. Erotic poems can serve as an invitation to explore and sexual fantasies, through suggestive images and descriptions that awaken the mind of the reader. It is important to give free rein to the imagination and explore a wide range of erotic themes and scenarios. From passionate encounters in exotic locations to games of seduction and erotic fantasies, poems can build a world of their own in which distance is not a barrier, but a source of inspiration for desire and passion. 

In the most intimate part of my being a blazing fire is awakened. My verses, like flames that burn, awaken passion in oblivion. In the distance, I imagine you, my muse, my source of inspiration. With each word, I caress you, awakening desire and emotion. Your curves are poetic lines that I trace with burning ink. My fingers, like erotic feathers, run over your sweet and hot skin. In each verse, I whisper in your ear, sweet promises of pleasure and lust. I entwine our souls in a moan, intertwining our bodies in euphoria. I am the poet of your hidden desires, the lover who awakens your sighs. My words, like caresses, adults, take you to a world full of sighs. In the context of erotic poetry, my verses know no boundaries. I bare my soul in each stanza, and I give myself to you, without reserve. Translated with.

Así, en el éxtasis de la escritura, te invito a disfrutar de mi pluma. A través de estos poemas en candela, te hago sentir amada y presa de espuma. Versos ardientes que encienden la pasión, y convierten el deseo en poesía. Eres mi inspiración, mi adoración, mi musa en este mundo de fantasía.

La sensualidad de las palabras La distancia puede intensificar el deseo y la pasión entre dos personas, y los poemas eróticos son una forma perfecta de explorar y expresar esa conexión sensual. A través de las palabras cuidadosamente seleccionadas y cargadas de significado, se puede crear una atmósfera íntima y excitante que haga vibrar a la persona que está lejos. En estos poemas, es crucial utilizar un lenguaje sugerente y evocador, que acaricie los sentidos y despierte la imaginación. Las metáforas y las descripciones detalladas pueden transportar a la mente de la lectora a un lugar lleno de sensualidad y erotismo, permitiéndole experimentar una especie de conexión carnal a pesar de la distancia física. El anhelo y la nostalgia Uno de los elementos más poderosos de los poemas eróticos para ella en la distancia es el sentimiento de anhelo y nostalgia. Estos poemas deben transmitir el deseo ardiente de estar junto a la persona amada y la tristeza que provoca su ausencia. Es importante explorar las emociones profundas que surgen cuando se extraña a alguien y transformarlas en palabras que despierten la pasión y el deseo. La nostalgia puede ser vista como un puente entre lo que fue y lo que podría ser, y en el caso de los poemas eróticos, puede funcionar como un recordatorio constante del deseo y la conexión sexual que existe entre ambos. Utilizar imágenes y metáforas que evoquen recuerdos compartidos puede ayudar a fortalecer el vínculo y alimentar el deseo de estar juntos.

Let's grab a gold switch blade And make us a blood pact, babe To love and to fuck and to only see ourselves And remember this Your hotel hall won't be so vacant And I can tell that you ain't faking Because I take death threats Like the best of them Would you kill, kill, kill for me? I love you enough to ask you again Would you kill, kill, kill for me? You won't be kissing me unless you kill for me Kill, kill, kill for me

Bloody noses are just like roses But what happens when we are betrayed? Won't you drag him to the shed And unload six rounds in their fucking face? This is a sacrifice Your hotel hall won't be so vacant And I can tell that you ain't faking Because I take death threats Like the best of them Would you kill, kill, kill for me? I love you enough to ask you again Would you kill, kill, kill for me? You won't be kissing me unless you kill for me Sideways for attention, longways for results Who are you going to cross? Sideways for attention, longways for results Who are you going to cross? Sideways for attention, longways for results Who are you going to cross?

Would you kill, kill, kill for me? I love you enough to ask you again Would you kill, kill, kill for me? I love you enough to ask you again Would you kill, kill, kill for me? You won't be kissing me unless you kill for me Kill, kill, kill for me Kill, kill, kill for me Sideways for attention, longways for results Who are you going to cross?

Some boys kiss me, Some boys hug me. I think they're OK. If they don't give me Proper credit, I just walk away. They can beg and they can plead, But they can't see the light, that's right. 'Cause the boy With the cold hard cash Is always Mister Right, 'Cause we are... [Chorus:] Living in a material world, And I am a material girl. You know that we are Living in a material world, And I am a material girl. Some boys romance, Some boys slow dance. That's all right with me. If they can't raise my interest, Then I Have to let them be. Some boys try And some boys lie, but I don't let them play. Only boys Who save their pennies Make my rainy day, 'Cause they are... [Chorus] Boys may come and boys may go. And that's all right, you see. Experience has made me rich And now they're after me, 'Cause everybody's... [Chorus] A material, a material, A material, A material world. Living in a material world, Material, Living in a material world.

Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard? Mosaic ceilings, painted tiles on the wall I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul Handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls And I'm like When's it gonna be my turn? When's it gonna be my turn? Open me up, tell me you like it Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard There's a girl who sings "Hotel California" Not because she loves the notes or sounds that sound like Florida It's because she's in a world preserved, only a few have found the door It's like Camarillo, only silver mirrors running down the corridor Oh, man When's it gonna be my turn? Don't forget me When's it gonna be my turn? Open me up, tell me you like me Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard Don't forget me There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard Harry Nilsson has a song, his voice breaks at 2:05 Something about the way he says, "Don't forget me" Makes me feel like I just wish I had a friend like him, someone to get me by Leaning in my back, whispering in my ear, "Come on, baby, you can drive" But I can't When's it gonna be my turn? Don't forget me When's it gonna be my turn? Open me up, tell me you like it Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard Don't forget me Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard Don't forget me Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard Don't forget me Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard Don't forget me, don't forget me No, no, no, don't forget me Don't you, don't you forget me (no, oh)

A certain beautiful woman was shaving it off, up to her navel with her sleeves rolled up, her legs wide open, and seated in a wide and spacious chair. Looking at him, she was very happy, after she was already very well shaved, and being teasing, careless, she stuck her finger inside the thing. And as she wiggled her hips to the used lure in response, she gave it a certain little taste. But as she knew it wasn't really true, he said: "I'm a fool! What am I doing? This is not the wood of this fire".

The colors of the sunset are extinguished, the breeze goes to sleep, the day dies, the night is born with its symphony of red senses. I drift from my bed to yours. Step by step I follow the route of your anatomy; you accompany me; oh, erotic agony, in which you embrace me, in which I embrace you. The sheets are on fire, they extend their folds to a corner, then descend, a cataract in spilling satin. Although present I am, myself, sometimes, I can't tell if it's two nakednesses or a single one stirring in bed. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

A certain beautiful woman was shaving it off, up to her navel with her sleeves rolled up, her legs wide open, and seated in a wide and spacious chair. Looking at him, she was very happy, after she was already very well shaved, and being teasing, careless, she stuck her finger inside the thing. And as she wiggled her hips to the used lure in response, she gave it a certain little taste. But as she knew it wasn't really true, he said: "I'm a fool! What am I doing? This is not the wood of this fire". 

JE VAIS VOUS EN DIRE UN PEU PLUS SUR MOI. JE SUIS UNE FILLE TRÈS DOUCE ET JOYEUSE. LA MEILLEURE COMPAGNIE QUE VOUS PUISSIEZ TROUVER SI VOUS VOULEZ VOUS AMUSER ! MAIS JE SUIS AUSSI CHAUDE. LE GOÛT EST DANS MA PEAU ET MES BAISERS ! JE SUIS UNE JEUNE FEMME QUI A UNE GRANDE EXPÉRIENCE DE LA VIE, DE LA PLAGE ET DES MOMENTS PASSÉS AVEC LES GENS QUE J'AIME.