Je les sens, elles m'entourent. Les forces gnratrices de l'humanit. J'absorbe leur pouvoir, j'entrevois le gouffre. Cercueil de tristesse et beaut. Cloue les bras de la mort sur la croix.
{ A } HAND JIVE. I don't care if his name is way on Willie. I got a cool little chick a-named rockin' Millie. He can walk and stroll and suzy q. and do that crazy hand jive too.
The earth is cracking into pieces. Re-echo the terrible chaos. Dragging the planet and its mortal cradle. In an exponential drift away. . As a modern Phoenix.
Resigned knight to solitude. A gloomy forest lures. Your soul into a trap. The hand on the axe. No one can move back. . This mansion is calling you. In an ascending anger.
Juntar essa gente separada de repente. Juntar os contornos dos morros dos continentes. Romperam as cordas vocais chamando os orixas. Romperam barreiras na mata chamando os orixas.
I'm back again,. Back in the evil night,. And you're waiting,. Doomed by the living dead.. . Flames are rising,. Can't you see you're dying.. . The wolves are howling,.
Pleasure in pain. Desire of mortification. To achieve the extreme. To know the ultimate. To be a slave for a moment. The body offered up to cruelty. To the lash which whips on the skin.
Omnia sol temperat. Purus et subtilis. Novo mondo reserat. Faciem Deus. Puerilis. Puerilis ....
Les crises de l'me. Crisis of soul. . Succumbing to the eternal grief of sorrow. Mangle my plaintive cries. With shattered torments. I shan't modify your life's faith.
(Sweetheart) it is due to you that my soul has swung so low. (Sweetheart) it is due to you. (Sweetheart) it has come the day that my song has flown away.
Voici le troupeau roux des tordeuses de hanches.. Fuyez des palais morts combles par les barbares.. Tas de chiennes en rut avaleuses de lezards,. Vos crix sans voix percent les batisses du dehors..
Did you ever say to yourself, "What's under this dress has done me good.. I had all of the flame without the pain of motherhood.. Without an heir I am alone but I have done nothing wrong.".
(L'Erotique Courtoise 7 years after). . Voici le troupeau roux des tordeuses de hanches.. Fuyez des palais morts combl's par les barbares.. Tas de chiennes en rut avaleuses de l'zard,.
There's a magic in the early morning we've found. When the sunrise smiles on everything around. It's a portrait of the happiness that we feel and always will.
D'une main tenant le glaive. De l'autre le sablier. La lune en deuil. Le ciel de bistre. Le long des rcifs convulsifs. Ville gothique remplie de pendus.
Don't Rain on my Parade. by Bob Merrill and Jules Styne. Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to.. If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you..
If eyes are the mirror of the soul. You will find in my the scorn and apathy. You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book. You will see yourself as I see you.
Combattant rugissant au travers d'un prisme. Oh farouche ocan, esprit du temps. . Combattant sans spulture. Eclatant dsespoir de notre inspiration. Poussire de vhmence.
It's a long fast dance. Well the long fast dance of progress. And the long slow waltz of decay. Made such a natural born couple. They settled down right here in the USA.
Combattant rugissant au travers d'un prisme. Oh farouche ocan, esprit du temps. . Combattant sans spulture. Eclatant dsespoir de notre inspiration. Poussire de vhmence.