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Open Road Media

  • Eugenehas quoted2 years ago
    having hand baggage searched, sometimes their main baggage questioned

    досматривают ручную кладь, иногда допрашивают их основной багаж

  • horizonsofabysshas quoted9 months ago
    Now we are able only to graph the flight;

    For we never actually rose from the ground,
  • horizonsofabysshas quotedlast month
    By Moonlight
    We are true lovers without hope

    Whose hearts are locked to time,

    So lie with me on the grassy sward

    On the cool black-shadowed slope,

    For we’ll not sleep in a close warm room:

    Whatever we are moving toward

    An ample bed’s not our reward

    Who are mad with the moon.

    Wherever passionate love is leading

    We’ll be discovering alone,

    So little hope it can endure,

    So wild, so deep, so dark the needing

    That even fastened bone to bone,

    We’ll not have lasting peace, that’s sure,

    Nor any haven from despair

    Who love by light of moon.

    So come, though we shall never rest

    In any house to call our own,

    By any hearth we light and tend,

    Lie here upon the cold earth’s breast

    And lean your length hard on the stone:

    Hearts break and they may also mend

    But here until the certain end,

    Wed me by light of moon.

    Now the great open sky is ours

    And the long light across the loam,

    And we, gigantic hearts of dust,

    Lie open like night-blooming flowers.

    The homeless moon is our bright home,

    And we shine too because we must,

    Oh magic that we cannot trust,

    The lovely changing moon!
  • horizonsofabysshas quoted16 days ago
    Moving In
    I moved into my house one day

    In a downpour of leaves and rain,

    “I took possession,” as they say,

    With solitude for my domain.

    At first it was an empty place

    Where every room I came to meet

    Watched me in silence like a face:

    I heard the whisper of my feet.

    So huge the absence walking there

    Beside me on the yellow floor,

    That one fly buzzing on the air

    But made the stillness more and more.

    What I possessed was all my own,

    Yet not to be possessed at all,

    And not a house or even hearthstone,

    And never any sheltering wall.

    There solitude became my task,

    No shelter but a grave demand,

    And I must answer, never ask,

    Taking this bridegroom by the hand.

    I moved into my life one day

    In a downpour of leaves in flood,

    I took possession, as they say,

    And knew I was alone for good.
  • Nayhas quoted2 years ago
    “The one thing that having a temper has taught me, Liza,” she said, “is that most of the time it’s better to do one’s exploding in private.
  • Vio Lettahas quotedlast year
    Female Homosexuality, by Frank S. Caprio. Sappho Was a Right-On Woman, by Abbott and Love. Patience and Sarah—our old friend—by Isabel Miller. The Well of Loneliness, by Radclyffe Hall.
  • Juliana Siqueirahas quoted3 months ago
    heard it said that the past always catches up with us.
  • Julia Vernigorovahas quotedlast year
    Danny’s bald pate showed sweat globules

    Pale- лысина, globules-капельки, sweat-пот

  • Julia Vernigorovahas quotedlast year
    plea

    Мольба

  • Маргарита Хрипуноваhas quoted2 years ago
    Mel suspected this would be a winter to be discussed at meteorologists’ conventions for years to come.
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