`What about a rendez-vous, mister, tonight...I`ll get my hair done the way you like it. I`ll even wear a purple orchid in my hair and that scarlet lipstick to lavish over my pale skin...I`ll even let you watch me in the yellow bedroom light. We`ll wonder on those dusky streets of Barcelona. You`ll show me your jazzy pubs stuffed full with ladies of pleasure..You`ll introduce me your favorite, Lena. Then e`ll walk out and follow that narrow street over the bridge, e`ll drink some rum like those hidden Cuban lovers. An orange cat run out from an open door. You hear a tango and ask me to dance for you in the shadow of the tall walnut tree and you`ll love my champagne laugh.
..then you`ll watch me disappear in the harbor as I always do...and go back to your thoughts. Don`t write..I won`t answer and wear your rue with a difference.`
sent....
Si mi-ar mai trebui rom, un pic cinism, un barbat slav, nebarbierit si infidel.
si putin tragism, sa strige a viata
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