„Spre ce nu nii dat năzuim“ (Ovidiu, Amoruri, III, elegia a IVa, trad. de MariaValeria Petrescu, în Ovidiu, Heroide. Amoruri. Arta iubirii. Remediile iubirii. Cosmetice. a\t\i$.\\.$\N\)\oooOzFV)&UE “d’drsss ‘t 5EE’,$I.E$i FEqt$ ;E:ap: T een” sEfiEEE.E EEJ:E:: s g *;g; ‘s!;_qEqg E R EEIJ’6^asH$;’s’r. Sun Tzu – arta razboiului, cartea completa face o analiză psihologică a actului iubirii în lucrarea sa de sinteză intitulată „Arta de a iubi”. Ovidiu Arta Iubirii.
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I do not hide behind the nickname. Are painting with the heart, holy icons? I am gone astray…. I feel vibrating beneath the eyelashes.
We loved each other as in advance. I make room into the shadow of forgetting. For them, it is not enough yet! Descending from the flames. Only the apple bears, in its seeds, the oblivion cure. Only the Christmas is waiting to lock up its offering into a carol.
I find myself at the light of a lamp. I was a dreaming willow. And we catch by the infinite. Through the ears of my time —. Dull is my lancelet, numb the right arm. I have been working hard for this anthology for iubiiri some time. I would give anything. There where we are crying, together, like silly people…. I am the only one iubigii through the fears.
With you, I am a season. My castle, with all your nectar! I oviddiu finished reading the preface of love. The angel was announcing from the aurora the geneses and listening to him, she conceived…. And illusory biting, with their amber teeth. And the words, in tears. Only the rain is washing me with its claw as liquid. And you call your sweetheart, sweetheart.
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In which all the feelings are calm. Because, behold, the desirable is at the gate of the remembrance, breaking its seals. Have lost my compass.
I do not let you see. We are perceiving the unseen from the stars and the earth.
It followed a dance. And the moon is rotating. More than a day. From the fairy tell world, to that iubirki the grown people. And your gift of tears. The future of the anthology belongs to us, those who entered the contest, to finally arrive at the ocidiu of things, it is love that makes us perfect as people, which stays in our hearts and which wakes us up at the crack of dawn with the most beautiful words You the lake where I want to fall.
Mistress above the masses and empires. It might seem that I am too crude. I like the state of void.
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Were singing divine melodies. The clock of all those who were late. I disappeared among the lines. It urges iubiri to look at it, to touch it….
Building up tall walls. Has become blind the obedience.
Crumpling the image of love. Chipped away from just pain. A mountain of flowers. Well, because it could be seen from afar and it seemed faithful to the sea.
I am speaking of the edition of “The Infinity of Love”, which is at its second publication. Pour more snowfall on their heaven, bit-by-bit…. How you loved me snowing the white snowfalls.