Why would they want to bless life,. Powiedz mi co znaczy. Guardatevi dall’alto delle stelle – gridavo — guardatevi dall’alto delle stelle. Our teacups know full well why the tea is getting cold. Gender fades, mysteries molder,.

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Le maniche saranno a brandelli. E ksandry ascoltate, ascoltate, o mortali. Their only obligation is to endure as long as earth and sky just in case of some mishap that never comes. Wielka Matka nie ma twarzy.

Translated by Anna Piwnicka. O pani, o moja droga pani. Em volta alguns disparos, ora perto, ora mais longe. To form a zigzag over essence.

How can I sink my teeth into apples in a constant state of terror. In a city with lots of people.

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No to i dobrze. Fin dalla nascita in corpi da commiato. Whose voice forms a two-part canon? Now and then I hear about some Prometheus wearing his fire helmet, enjoying his grandkids.


Familiarity breeds the most perfect of mothers — it favors neither of the little darlings, it scarcely can recall which one is which. Dio doveva finalmente credere nell’uomo buono e forte, ma il buono e il forte restano due esseri distinti.

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Chi sapeva di che si trattava, deve far posto a quelli che ne sanno poco. Fotogeniczne to nie jest i wymaga lat. Fear strikes me only at times. Da sopra la vita. Non cercano appoggio in nessun esempio.

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Il poeta legge le poesie ai non vedenti. A to jest moja wykrzywiona twarz. The children have somewhere to go, to run around, something to look up to? Ulysses, who knew of it, Had the ears of his crew Sealed with wax.

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Credo nella mano che non si presta, credo nella carriera spezzata, credo nel lavoro di molti anni sprecato. Embracing, they appropriated and expropriated each other for so long. Na co Wielkiej Matce twarz.


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With garden-variety brick walls, a tower, old and ordinary, stucco peeling under slapdash moldings, cracker-box housing projects, nothing, a helpless little tree.

Ora lo rammento con chiarezza: A to jest moja sne ogniem osmalona. Our Classicists engrave their odes with inky icicles on trampled snowdrifts. Uno di loro persino si avvicina. Come se con ognuno di noi stesse imparando. Spariranno le macchie di inchiostro dal polsino di merletto.

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