I would love to come to play with all my body, I want those delicious juices in me.
Hello, I'm Cynthia, I'm so glad you're interested in hearing about me. Let me tell you that I want you to accompany me every day in my bed, it would be a pleasure that I can enjoy you, to my liking.
Hi, I'm Cynthia, I'm very happy that you are interested in knowing about me. let me tell you that I want you to accompany me every day in my bed, it would be a pleasure if I could enjoy you, to my liking.
Bonjour, my name is Cynthia, I'm very happy that you'd like to meet me. I want you to accompany me every day in my bed. It would be a pleasure if I could enjoy you..
If you love me, love me whole, not by areas of light or shadow... if you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brown... love me day, love me night... and dawn in the open window! ... if you love me, don't cut me off: love me all... or don't love me.
If you love me, love me whole, not by areas of light or shadow. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brunette… Love me day, love me night. And early morning at the open window!… If you love me, don't cut me off: Love me all. Or don't love me.
If you love me, love me all over, not in the dark or the light. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green and blond, and brown... And in the morning, the window is open. If you love me, don't cut me off. Or you don't love me.
I'm not asking you for anything. I'm not accepting anything. It's enough that you're in the world That you know that I'm in the world That you're my witness Judge and God If not what for everything.
I don't ask you for anything. I don't accept anything from you. It's enough for you to be in the world that you know that I am in the world with what you are be me witness judge and god if not, why everything?
I'm not asking you for anything. I'm not accepting anything from you. It's enough for you to be in the world that you know that I'm in the world with what you are being me témoin juge et dieu if not, why tout?
Your eyes a map foretells the future, low, high joys, deep cracks, a swamp. Oh, my God, of a terrible whirlwind and that door open to enter where I was waiting the nakedest body of the night.
In your eyes a map predicts the future, shallows, high joys, slings cracks, a quagmire. My God, of frightening maelstrom and that one open door to enter Where was I waiting the most naked body of the night.
In your eyes a card predicts the future, bas-fonds, great joies, frondes des fissures, a bourbier. Mon dieu, d'un maelström effrayant et celui-là porte ouverte pour entrer où j'attends le corps le plus nu de la nuit I was waiting for you, my God, from a maelström that was so frightening.
And I smile and I kiss your back and I fog your eyelids and your shield ends where the protections end: crumpled in the trash can. And you smile and you discover the tingling of my back and you tell me that a life without courage it's an infinite way back, and my fear takes off its panties and starts dancing with all the red lights.
And I smile and I kiss you in the two and I rub your eyes and your shield ends where the protections end: froissé dans la poubelle. And you smile and you discover the picotements of my two and you tell me that a vie sans courage c'est un chemin de retour infini, and ma peur removes her culotte and begins à dancer avec tous les feux rouges.
Your hands are my caress my daily chords I love you because your hands work for justice if I love you it's because you're my love my accomplice and everything and on the street side by side we're much more than two
Your hands are my caress my everyday chords I love you because your hands they work for justice If I love you it is because you are my love my accomplice and everything and in the street side by side we are much more than two
I love you because your hands work for justice. If I love you, it's because you're my partner and my partner.
If because I roll to your plants like a broken-down willow, and I ask you for a look with fear, almost with fear; if because before you I am ecstatic with emotion, you think that my heart goes in my chest to break and that forever I must be a slave of my passion; you are wrong, you are wrong! Fresh and fragrant cocoon, I'll break your pride like the miner breaks the rocks. If you provoke me to battle, I am ready to fight; you are foam, I am the sea that relies on its wrath; you make me cry; but one day I will also make you cry.
Yes because I roll at your plants like a surrendered helot, and I ask you for a look with fear, almost with fear; yes because before you I remain ecstatic with emotion, you think that my heart it's going to break in my chest and that forever I must be slave of my passion; you're wrong, you're wrongfresh And fragrant bud, I will break your pride like the miner the rocks. If you provoke me to fight, I am willing to fight; you are foam, I am sea who trusts in his anger; you make me cry; but one day I'll make you cry too.
Yes, because I roll in your plants like an abandoned thread, and I ask you to cast an eye with fear, almost with fear; yes, because before you I remain ravi d'émotion, you think that my heart will break my chest and that I must be forever slave of my passion; you are wrong, Your asbourgeon is fresh and perfume, I'll break your pride like the miner the rocks. If you push me to fight, I'm ready to fight; you're a fool, I'm more than a man who trusts in his anger; you make me cry; but one day I'll make you cry too.
And then, when you surrender your whole life offering forgiveness begging at my feet, as my anger is infinite in its excesses, do you know what I will do in those moments of indignation rip your heart out to eat it in kisses!
And then, when you've given up all your life of begging at my feet, how my anger is infinity in excess, do you know what I'll do in those moments of indignation? Tear out your heart to come to your needs!
And so, when I offer today in your life forgiveness to my pies, as my anger is infinite in its excesses, do you know what I will do in those moments of indignation rip your heart out to eat it in kisses!
And I smile and I kiss your back and I blur your eyelids and your shield ends where the protections end: wrinkled in the garbage can. And you smile and you discover the tingling in my back and you tell me that a life without courage is an endless road back, and my fear takes off my panties and jumps to dance with all the red lights.
And I smile and I kiss your back and I fog your eyelids and your shield ends where the protections end: crumpled in the trash can. And you smile and you discover the tingling of my back and you tell me that a life without courage it's an infinite way back, and my fear takes off its panties and starts dancing with all the red lights.
And your fils and you kiss the back and you blur the eyelids and your shield ends where the protections end: wrinkled in the garbage can. And you and me, I say that a life without Valentine is an endless journey back, and my fear takes off his panties and starts dancing with all the red lights..
For your green eyes I would lose myself, siren of those whom you used, wise, loved and feared. I'd get lost if I saw your green eyes. For your green eyes, which, fleeting, sometimes glow with melancholy, for your green eyes, as full of peace, as mysterious as my hope, for your green eyes, effective spell, I would save myself..
For your green eyes I miss it, siren of those that Ulysses, sagacious, he loved and feared. For your green eyes I miss it. For your green eyes in what, fleeting, sometimes melancholy usually shines; for your green eyes so full of peace, mysterious like my hope; for your green eyes, effective spell, I would save myself..
For your green eyes I miss you, siren of those who Ulysses, sagace, loved and feared. For your green eyes I miss it. For your green eyes in what, ephemeres, parfois, melancholy shines generally; for your green eyes so full of peace, mystérieux comme mon espoir; for your green eyes, sort efficace, je me sauverais.
As if every kiss was goodbye, my Chloe, let's kiss, loving. Perhaps we've already touched the hand that calls the boat that comes but empty; and that in the same beam tie what we were mutually
as if every kiss out of goodbye, my Chloe, let's kiss, loving. Maybe it's our turn on the shoulder The hand that calls to the boat That doesn't come but empty; And that in the same beam ties what we were to each other
Like every kiss in the guise of goodbye, ma chloe, kiss us, my dear. c'est peut-être notre tour sur l'épaule the hand that calls au bateau that comes only to see; et ça dans le même faisceau lie what nous étions les uns aux autres
The sun shall be darkened for ever, the sea shall be dried up in a moment, the world's axis shall be broken as a broken glass. All things will come to pass, death may cover me with its funeral crest; but never in me can the flame of your master be quenched.
the sun may be clouded forever; the sea may dry up in an instant; the axis of the earth could break like a weak glass. Everything will happenMay death cover me with your funeral crepe; but it can never go out in me the flame of your love.
The sun can be darkened forever; the sea can dry up in an instant; the axis of the earth could break like a weak glass. All that death covers me of your funeral crêpe, but it can never put out the flame of your love..
If you love me, love me whole, not by areas of light or shadow... if you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brown... love me day, love me night... and dawn in the open window! If you love me, don't cut me off, love me all the way! ... or you don 't love me
If you love me, love me whole, not by areas of light or shadow. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brunette... love me day, love me night. and early morning at the open window! ... if you love me, don't cut me off: love me all! ... or don't love me
If you love me, love me all over, not in the dark or the light. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green and blond, and brown... And in the morning at the open window... if you love me, don't cut me off the word:
Between my love and me, there will rise three hundred nights like three hundred walls and the sea will be magic between us. There will be nothing but memories. O sorrow-deserved evenings, nights hopeful of looking at you, fields on my path, firmament I'm seeing and losing. Definitive as a marble will make your absence sad other afternoons.
Between my love and me they must rise three hundred nights like three hundred walls and the sea will be magic between us. There will be nothing but memories. Oh afternoons worth it, hopeful nights of looking at you, fields of my path, firmament what I'm seeing and losing. Definitive as a marble your absence will sadden other afternoons.
Between mon amour et moi, they must rise three hundred nights like three hundred walls and the sea will be magical between us. There'll be nothing but souvenirs. Oh, les après-midi en valent la peine, nights full of hope to look at you, champs de mon chemin, firmament what I see and what I lose. Definitive like a bill your absence will distress the others après-midi.
Give me your hand and we will dance; Hold my hand and you will love me. As one flower we will be, as one flower, and nothing more. We'll sing the same verse, you'll dance at the same pace. Like a tang we will undulate, like an ear, and nothing more. Your name is Rosa and I am Esperanza; But you'll forget your name, 'cause we'll be a dance.
Give me your hand and we'll dance. as a single flower we will be, like a flower, and nothing more. We will sing the same verse, at the same step you will dance. Like a spike we will undulate, like an ear of wheat, and nothing more. Your name is rosa and I am hope; but you will forget your name, because we will be a dance.
Give me your hand and we'll dance Give me your hand and you'll love me We will be like a single flower, like a flower, and nothing more. We will sing the same couplet, au même pas vous dancerez. Like a point we'll wave, like a grain of wheat, and nothing more. Your name is rose and I am hope, but you forget your name, because we will be a dance.
It's written in my soul your gesture.. Your letter is written on my heart, and what you desire is written by you alone, and read by me alone, and even by you I keep in this.. I am glad to see you, and I will continue to be glad. Though I am far from you, I hope for you, but I do not see you. I have no confidence in you,. I was born not only to love you, my soul has cut you to measure, by the habit of my soul I love you, what I have I confess to you, for you I was born, for you I live, for you I die and for you I die..
Your gesture is written in my soul.. Your gesture is written in my soul and how much I want to write about you; you alone wrote it, I read it it's just that I still keep this from you. I am and will always be in this; that although everything I see in you does not fit into me, of so much good what I don't understand I think, already taking faith as a budget. I was not born except to love you; my soul has cut you to its size; by habit of the soul itself I love you; as much as I have I confess I owe you; for you I was born, for you I have life, for you I must die and for you I die.
Your gesture is inscribed in my soul.. Ton geste est écrit dans mon âme et combien je veux écrire sur toi; toi seul l'as écrit, je l'ai lu c'est juste que je te cache toujours ça. Your gesture is written in my soul and how much I want to write about you.. I am and I will always be therein; that even if all that I see in you does not fit into me, of so much good that I do not understand I think, taking already the faith comme budget. I was born only to love you, my soul has cut you to its size, by habit of the soul itself, I love you, all that I have, I confess that I owe you, for you I was born, for you I have life, for you I must die and for you I die.
I looked into your eyes thinking of your soul. white eel. I looked into your eyes thinking about your mouth. Red eel. I looked into your eyes. But you were dead black girl..
I looked into your eyes thinking about your soul. white oleander. I looked into your eyes thinking about your mouth. Red oleander. I looked into your eyes. But you were deadblack oleander.
I looked into your eyes thinking of your soul. I'm going to have to go with laurier-rose blanc. I looked into your eyes thinking of your mouth. I'm going to have to go with laurier-rose rouge. I looked you in the eye. But you were a mortlaurier-rose noir..
The shadow. And the never-ending road. The emptiness that mimics the shape of your arms. The monotonous noise of rain in the air. With the ear and the star, with the stone and the tree, with all that holds the truth of the earth, tonight I love you. So he lives and sings. By the plowed fields. By the hand of a child, by his crying, by his eternal miracle. I love you because you love the dream of the future and you stretch your name into space like an arc.
The shadow. And the endless road. The void that imitates the shape of your arms. The monotonous sound of rain in the air. With the spike and the star, with the stone and the tree, with everything that keeps the truth of the earth tonight I love you. For what he lives and sings. Through the plowed fields. By the hand of a child, by his cry, for the eternal miracle of him. I love you because you love the dream of the future and you extend your name into space like a bow.
The shadow. And the never-ending road. The void that mimics the shape of your arms. The monotonous sound of rain in the air. With the tip and the star, with the stone and the tree, with all that guards the truth of the earth tonight I love you. For what he lives and sings. Through ploughed fields. By the hand of a child, by his cry, for his eternal miracle. I love you because you love the dream of the future and you spread your name in space like a bow.
The umbrella of red silk. Thy thighs, like the evening, go from light to shade. The hidden thorns darken your magnolias. I'm here, I was wearing a martinez. I come to consume your mouth and drag you by your hair in the dawn of shells. Because I want to and because I can. Red silk umbría.
red silk shade. Your thighs, like the afternoon, they go from light to shadow. The hidden jets they darken your magnolias. Here I am, dressed like a martinise. I come to consume your mouth and drag you by the hair in the early morning of shells. Because I want to and because I can. Red silk shade.
I'm going to have to go with the soie rouge. Your thighs, like the afternoon, they pass from light to shadow. The hidden jets will haunt your magnolias. I'm here, Lucia Martinez. I'm going to the hospital. I'm coming to consume your mouth and bring you hair to the morning of the bombs. I think I want him and I think I can. Other, of a width of.
As if every kiss was goodbye, my Chloe, let's kiss, loving. Perhaps we have already touched on our shoulders the hand that calls to the boat that comes but empty; and that in the same beam binds what we were mutually and the other universal sum of life.
as if every kiss out of goodbye, my Chloe, let's kiss, loving. Maybe it's our turn on the shoulder the hand that calls to the boat that comes but empty; and that in the same beam ties what we were to each other and the alien universal sum of life.
Like every kiss in the guise of goodbye, ma chloe, kiss us, my dear. c'est peut-être notre tour sur l'épaule the hand that calls au bateau qui ne vient que voir; et ça dans le même faisceau lie what nous étions les uns aux autres et la somme universelle et extraterrestre de la vie. It is possible that our tour on the shoulder is the hand that calls to the boat that comes to see us..
Between my love and me, there will rise three hundred nights like three hundred walls and the sea will be magic between us. There will be nothing but memories. O sorrow-deserved evenings, nights hopeful of looking at you, fields on my path, firmament I'm seeing and losing. Definitive as a marble will make your absence sad other afternoons.
Between my love and me they must rise three hundred nights like three hundred walls and the sea will be magic between us. There will be nothing but memories. Oh afternoons worth it, hopeful nights of looking at you, fields of my path, firmament what I'm seeing and losing. Definitive as a marble your absence will sadden other afternoons.
Between mon amour et moi, they must rise three hundred nights like three hundred walls and the sea will be magical between us. There'll be nothing but souvenirs. Oh, les après-midi en valent la peine, nights full of hope to look at you, champs de mon chemin, firmament what I see and what I lose. Definitive like a bill your absence will distress the others après-midi.
create a masterpiece that is yours alone, a work of art that will last forever. Paint a picture of your dreams and make them come true Paint a picture of your world and let everyone see your creative genius Paint a picture of your soul and let it shine Paint a picture of your heart and let it fill Paint a picture of your life and make it beautiful
create a masterpiece that is only yours. A work of art that will last forever. Paint a picture of your dreams and make them come true paint a picture of your world and let everyone see your creative genius paint a picture of your soul and let it shine paint a picture of your heart and let it be filled paint a picture of your life and make it beautiful
Create a chef-d'œuvre that belongs only to you, a work of art that will last forever. Paint an image of your dreams and make them come true paint an image of your world and let everyone see your creative genius paint an image of your soul and let it shine paint an image of your heart and let it be filled with love paint an image of your life and make it beautiful
¿My land is you. My people, my people, it's you. exile and death for me are where you are not. And my life, my life, what is it, if not you?
My landmy land is you. My peoplemy people are you. and exile death for me they are where you are not there and my lifetell me "my life, what is it, if it's not you?
Ma terrema terre, it is you. Mon peuple peuple, it is you. Exil et mort pour moi, ils sont là vous n'êtes pas là et ma vidis-moi ma vie, what is it, if it is not you?
If you love me, love me whole, not by areas of light or shadow... if you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brown... love me day, love me night... and dawn in the open window! If you love me, don't cut me off, love me all the way! ... or you don 't love me
If you love me, love me whole, not by areas of light or shadow. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brunette... love me day, love me night. and early morning at the open window! ... if you love me, don't cut me off: love me all! ... or don't love me
If you love me, love me all over, not in the dark or the light. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green and blond, and brown... And in the morning at the open window... if you love me, don't cut me off the word:
The sun shall be darkened for ever, the sea shall be dried up in a moment, the world's axis shall be broken as a broken glass. All will be well, death may cover me with its funeral crest, but it can never be extinguished in me.
the sun may be clouded forever; the sea may dry up in an instant; the axis of the earth could break like a weak glass. Everything will happenMay death cover me with your funeral crepe; but it can never go out in me
The sun can be darkened forever; the sea can dry up in an instant; the axis of the earth could break like a weak glass. Everything that comes to me, death covers me with your funeral crêpe, but it can never be extinguished in me.
If because I roll to your plants like a broken-down willow, and I ask you for a look with fear, almost with fear; if because before you I am ecstatic with emotion, you think that my heart goes in my chest to break and that forever I must be a slave of my passion; you are wrong, you are wrong! Fresh and fragrant cocoon, I'll break your pride like the miner breaks the rocks. If you provoke me to battle, I am ready to fight; you are foam, I am the sea that relies on its wrath; you make me cry; but one day I will also make you cry.
Yes because I roll at your plants like a surrendered helot, and I ask you for a look with fear, almost with fear; yes because before you I remain ecstatic with emotion, you think that my heart it's going to break in my chest and that forever I must be slave of my passion; you're wrong, you're wrongfresh And fragrant bud, I will break your pride like the miner the rocks. If you provoke me to fight, I am willing to fight; you are foam, I am sea who trusts in his anger; you make me cry; but one day I'll make you cry too.
Yes, because I roll in your plants like an abandoned thread, and I ask you to cast an eye with fear, almost with fear; yes, because before you I remain ravi d'émotion, you think that my heart will break my chest and that I must be forever slave of my passion; you are wrong, Your asbourgeon is fresh and perfume, I'll break your pride like the miner the rocks. If you push me to fight, I'm ready to fight; you're a fool, I'm more than a man who trusts in his anger; you make me cry; but one day I'll make you cry too.
And then, when you surrender your whole life offering forgiveness begging at my feet, as my anger is infinite in its excesses, do you know what I will do in those moments of indignation rip your heart out to eat it in kisses!
And then when surrendered offer your whole life forgiveness asking my feet, how my anger is infinite in its excesses, do you know what I will do in those moments of indignationrip out your heart to eat it with kisses!
And then when I've offered myself all my life pardon demanding at my feet, how is my anger infinite in its excesses, you know what I'll do in these moments of indignation?
They're here. They invade the blood. Smell of feathers, of want, of tears. But you feed fear and loneliness like two little animals lost in the desert. They've come to set fire to the age of sleep. A goodbye is your life. But you embrace like the crazy moving snake that only finds itself because there's no one. You cry beneath the weeping, you open the chest of your wishes and you are richer than the night. But it makes you so lonely that words kill themselves.
They have eaten. They invade the blood. They smell like feathers, to deficiencies, to crying but you feed fear and to loneliness like two little animals lost in the desert. They have come to set fire to the age of sleep. A goodbye is your life. But you hug yourself like the crazy movement snake that only finds itself because there's no one. You cry beneath the tears, you open the chest of your desires and you are richer than the night. But it's so lonely that words commit suicide.
They came. They invade the blood. They feel the feathers, the want, the tears but you feed the fear and the loneliness like two little animals lost in the desert.. They came to put the fire to the age of sleep.. A au revoir, c'est votre vie is a goodbye, it's your life. But you kiss like a serpent in the movement.. Your tears are your tears, your works are your desires and your wealth is richer than the night.. But it's so lonely that I'm suicidal.
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