Cup of coffee, wearing my robe
and reading poetry from around the globe.
Mornings are calm, nights make waves
Lady Saturday prides in her misbehaves.
She will mess with us, and often even dare,
to leave us abolutely nowhere.
Get undressed, slowly get undress with a mermaid's grace!
Take it all by yourself one after another , the gentle, small coverings
take them off your flesh timid but sinful.
Is it a sin to look at you,my dear?
Is it not from this eternal love sin, that we all have been born into the world? Is it not from this "sin", so-called, our beginning actually starting?
If it is a sin, then this sin is eternal, immortal, just like your mortal body.
And like mine that loves you, and is trembling, and waiting and that ... Undress!
Undress slowly , to get to see the sin and feel it, in his longing to burn to the end ... In this world, bitter and so gloomy, a sweeter miracle than this I do not know: a woman who gets undressed in the twilight ...
Unwind and shine forever.
The drum of the realization of the promise is beating,
we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?
The armies of the day have chased the army of the night,
Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.
Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and color!
For beyond these colors and these perfumes, these are other colors in the heart and the soul.
Oh! joy for this soul and this heart who have escaped
the earth of water and clay,
Although this water and this clay contain the hearth of the
When the crimson rose has faded
And our day at last is done;
In the forest dark and shaded
Blows the tempest, dims the sun.
When the night holds us together
Shall forgiveness mend the past
Will despair bring sunny weather
And heal our hearts at last?
If we hide within the shadows
Will you stay here close to me;
Will we walk forgotten meadows
Or sail a foreign sea?
In vain the hour must reap
What we gathered in the sun;
And love's harvest now will weep
For the battle never won.
Within the world's disgrace
In the hour of Nevermore;
Will there be another race
To a far-off fabled shore?
We promised love tomorrow
We preen with pride today
Now pride and love will borrow
The tears of yesterday.
Our pride we now confess it
Is a sin that couldn't last;
Our passion if we kiss it
Is like a dream now passed.
While fragrance scents the garden
And the misty moon rides high;
The wind whispers a pardon
When love goes passing by.
- Elizabeth Wesley
Maffio Venier: May sing... and rhyme... and more. Still... is at best a slut... with every horny mutt! You pride yourself on arts and letters, and fucking best your manly betters!
Veronica Franco: I save the goodly wives of Venice from their husbands' lustful menace!
Veronica Franco: I confess I *fuck* divinely those who love... and well opine me.
Maffio Venier: [mocking her] I confess... I fuck divinely... those who... richly wine and dine me!
Veronica Franco: Recant the curse you give my kind. Admit I have, as you, a heart and mind.
Maffio Venier: A greedy hand, an empty heart is all that wrests your legs apart.
- 'Dangerous beauty'
It's Saturday......don't forget to smile!