Isiliel
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08-04-08
16:18
Και το ρωτάς;!! Βάλε βάλε!! Θα είμαστε καλοί μαζί σου
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Isiliel
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28-12-07
17:55
Τέτοια αλλά απ' την ανάποδη please... με πιο πολλά happy smilies!
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Isiliel
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25-11-07
03:39
Γιώργο μου... είσαι κομμάτι μας...αγαπημένο!
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Isiliel
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09-12-06
02:21
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Isiliel
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13-05-06
02:12
~Omitted ~
...our love story is recorded
in the appendices
of your life's log book.
...our passion, forgotten
in a brief footnote
written by hand.
...our memories, like words,
scattered here and there,
without sense or sentences.
Every page marked
with our intimate moments,
is torn and blown away
by the wind of oblivion.
...my name never adorned the title
of any chapter.
...my scent is now evaporated.
You managed to turn the page,
but I still linger
on your most beloved phrase:
"I adore you."
...πονάει απόψε πάλι εκείνη η παλιά πληγή...
...our love story is recorded
in the appendices
of your life's log book.
...our passion, forgotten
in a brief footnote
written by hand.
...our memories, like words,
scattered here and there,
without sense or sentences.
Every page marked
with our intimate moments,
is torn and blown away
by the wind of oblivion.
...my name never adorned the title
of any chapter.
...my scent is now evaporated.
You managed to turn the page,
but I still linger
on your most beloved phrase:
"I adore you."
...πονάει απόψε πάλι εκείνη η παλιά πληγή...
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