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Tango
The beginning is timid
time has not any limit.
magic movements are slow,
we dance the tango of love.
It's the music of feelings,
bliss and passion revealing,
dance of flight and explosion
of hidden love.
When we part it’s only for a moment
Dance of love will never end, be sure.
The beginning is timid
and it's not so vivid,
then it turns into wild
and gra...
Tuesday 11th December 2012 5:54 pm
The Trumpeter
The war was all around
And the city was small.
The doctors laughed at him,
He was not like de Gaulle.
Well, may be the trumpeter?
OK, trumpeter, as a trumpeter!
Being a trumpeter is so good,
At least you don’t have to bow.
The bullets whistle over your head,
As the winds sometimes blow.
But why it happened like that?
For a boy ...
Sunday 2nd December 2012 7:14 pm
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