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Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers...
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Post n°197 pubblicato il 01 Luglio 2008 da Natassja

Mi sono maturata XD
A sabato i risultati.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
Grazie grazie.
Molto molto proud della mia tesina...
IL MITO NEL PENSIERO MODERNO E CONTEMPORANEO _\m/



Tinta
Si la mar fuera de tinta
y el cielo fuera papel,
no se podria escribir
lo mucho que es mi querer.




Si la mar fuera de tinta

y el cielo fuera papel,

no se podria escribir

lo mucho que es mi querer.




Si la mar fuera de tinta

y el cielo fuera papel,

no se podria escribir

lo mucho que es mi querer.



Yo te quiero más arróbas

que hojitas menea el aire,

que estrellitas tienen el cielo

y arenas tienen los mares.



Si la mar fuera de tinta

y el cielo fuera papel,

no se podria escribir

lo mucho que es mi querer.



Yo te estoy queriendo más

que arenas tienen los rios

y péses tiene la mar.



Yo te estoy queriendo más

que arenas tienen los rios

y pézes tienen la mar.



Si en mi corazón entratas

y mis sentimientos vieras,

más satisfecho quedaras

y mucho más me quisieras.



Si la mar fuera de tinta

y el cielo fuera papel,

no se podria escribir
lo mucho que es mi querer.


Si la mar fuera de tinta

y el cielo fuera papel,

no se podria escribir

lo mucho que es mi querer.



 
 
 
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Data di creazione: 16/06/2006
 

...DOOMED MADNESS...


The night is cold

and the sky is without light
only a darkned moon
will be the witness in this night

First hymnes are heard
the invocation starts
with love they call
lord's presence is the harvest

The sacrifice is done
a innocent virgin is dead
bodies start to fuck
total orgasm is consumed

The dead virgin
now is fucked
sodomy in this night
necromancy is complete

Pleasure and delight
satanic lust


 

NOCTURNAL BLASPHEMIES



Lustful bitch from damnation, Hell wicked slut
Death bloody orgy
thousand virgins cry ecstacy and pain
Forcing the pure to eternal perversion
live in sin and evil Witch of the flame
cast a blackened spell of serpent of all Hell
Deceitful wench of darkness
Countess of lust Sadistic whore
Goddess of perversity
By black light of the moon
holy fetus is ripped from breeding womb
As the blood runs oh, on the pentagram of hate
she takes her soul
Raping the horns of the master of torment her loins they burn
A scream of all pleasures
from thrusting of evil spreads her lips wide
Deceitful wench of darkness Countess of lust Sadistic whore
Goddess of perversity
Pure hate from her veins flows down her thighs
come ride the slut
Form circle of damned cut deep the knife ritual of pain
Cult witches dance as the virgins slayed in fire
Goddess of perversity performs the rites of sodomy in Hell

 

PROVERBS OF HELL


In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides cloke...
W. Blake


 

DROPS OF MELANCHOLY

...Everything Here Is So Cold
Everything Here Is So Dark
I Remember It As From A Dream
In The Corner Of This Time...

It's night again
Night you beautiful
I please my hunger
On living humans
Night of hunger
Follow it's call
Follow the freezing moon...


immagine

...Darkness Is Growing, Eternity Opens
The Cemetary Lights Up Again
As In Ancient Times
Fallen Souls Die Behind My Steps
By Following The Freezing Moon...