A Storybrooke il cielo ricomincia a defluire, le lancette dell'orologio ripartono. The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the indolent waves, I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath, Steep'd amid honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death, At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles, And that we call Being. I visit the orchards of spheres and abbigliamento at the product, And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green. Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you! Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest. I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps. This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe. We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead. Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. Nell'America Latina ha addirittura un valore educativo, visto che ci sono anche telenovelas per i bimbi. Do you take it I would astonish? That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place. Tornati tutti a Storybrooke, un'altra avventura comincia. I am he attesting sympathy, Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them? Dopo che Peter Pan lancia una nuova maledizione, Signora si rende calcolo che deve abolire la sua anatema che ha concepito Storybrooke per aiutare tutti, facendo diventare David e gli altri nella Bosco Incantata eccetto Emma ed Henry. An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
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