Bell, the Dagger, Bell, the Digger, Horn-puller.
Poker Tin-car at the water where boxes stink of
fish, I squat for bones. Beetle gone fast up the
white line home.
Hallo (darlin g:) I don’t have a bell,if you want to visit me,please simple knock knock
knocking on my eden garden door… I will open it for you-when i’m home,boy.Yepp!
I heard many years ago that in a Swedish interview Madonna, due to her extremely sexually provocative videos and pictures, was asked about what differed her between a hooker and herself. Her answer was – “I make more money”
I am not a nun
I am not a hooker
I am not married
I am not rich
However, I was listening to some old Swedish folk songs today…
This is Never An Iris (Carl Michael Bellman – Fredmans Epistel no 54)
Never an Iris at these pale fields
The smallest flower plucked
To a fragrance in his shepherd’s tent
And these hardwoods at today’s bright stripe
Never attracted the bird
To Flora’s party at the shore of Mälaren
Never heard the lark to sing
until doves anguish splitting
Meanwhile the dove in its rest
In the midst of death among arrows built up her nest.
This is another one called The Fine Crystal
Like the crystal so shiny so fine
as the Sun should shine
as the stars shine in the sky
I know a girl of virtue of the finest
a girl in this village the brightest
My friend, my friend and flower of love
Oh, if only we could be together
And you would be my love and I your lover
You most noble rose and golden chest of treasure
And if I go to the end of the world
my heart would call out for you
And if I go to the end of the world
my heart would call out for you
To you, my friend and lovemaking flower
Oh, if only we could come together
And you would be my love and I your lover
You most noble rose and golden chest of treasure
Every weekend i used to pay a quick visit this web site,
as i wish for enjoyment, for the reason that this this
web page conations in fact pleasant funny information too.
Hallo (darlin g:) I don’t have a bell,if you want to visit me,please simple knock knock
knocking on my eden garden door… I will open it for you-when i’m home,boy.Yepp!
I heard many years ago that in a Swedish interview Madonna, due to her extremely sexually provocative videos and pictures, was asked about what differed her between a hooker and herself. Her answer was – “I make more money”
I am not a nun
I am not a hooker
I am not married
I am not rich
However, I was listening to some old Swedish folk songs today…
This is Never An Iris (Carl Michael Bellman – Fredmans Epistel no 54)
Never an Iris at these pale fields
The smallest flower plucked
To a fragrance in his shepherd’s tent
And these hardwoods at today’s bright stripe
Never attracted the bird
To Flora’s party at the shore of Mälaren
Never heard the lark to sing
until doves anguish splitting
Meanwhile the dove in its rest
In the midst of death among arrows built up her nest.
This is another one called The Fine Crystal
Like the crystal so shiny so fine
as the Sun should shine
as the stars shine in the sky
I know a girl of virtue of the finest
a girl in this village the brightest
My friend, my friend and flower of love
Oh, if only we could be together
And you would be my love and I your lover
You most noble rose and golden chest of treasure
And if I go to the end of the world
my heart would call out for you
And if I go to the end of the world
my heart would call out for you
To you, my friend and lovemaking flower
Oh, if only we could come together
And you would be my love and I your lover
You most noble rose and golden chest of treasure
Orphei Drängar – Kristallen den fina
Have a nice weekend
❤
I am I am I am………………………………………..
I am no woman cause my name is carlo,
cristal clear,
or?
Every weekend i used to pay a quick visit this web site,
as i wish for enjoyment, for the reason that this this
web page conations in fact pleasant funny information too.