| Ah, Italians! :333 |


Beneath the Begonias(I)Beneath the Begonias
The detached heads of children are bobbing up, their lips puckered, expecting kisses.
So slowly they come, bicycling from their alleys,
their pristine cul-de-sacs.
I sit on the window-sill, their makers, cuckolds and whores running after them, comically --
the neighborhood gathers 'round their collective bonfire -- they hold papers of their lost one.
(II)
It has been days. Whose white gown lies on my lap, whose smile across my cheek?
They shuffle through their sterling definitions; they turn up dirt lookin
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We must never shed tears. That is living form of defeat and if we give in to the emotions then it only becomes proof of our inability to control it.
"Byakuya's Law" autorstwa Tite Kubo.
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Please, forgive me my bad English... ^^
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I don't speak english very well
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