Quoted By:
starmksz (X)
>On my neck without armor and without hate, my neck
>That my hand lighter and graver than a widow
>Touch under my collar, without your heart being moved,
>Let your teeth pose their wolf smile.
>Oh come my beautiful sun, oh come my Spanish night,
>Happens in my eyes which will be dead tomorrow.
>Come on, open my door, bring me your hand,
>Take me away from here to beat our campaign.
>The sky may awaken, the stars bloom,
>Neither the flowers sigh, nor the meadows the black grass
>Welcome the dew where the morning goes to drink,
>The steeple can ring: I alone will die.
>O come my pink sky, o my blond basket!
>Visit in his night your sentenced to death.
>Tear your flesh, kill, climb, bite,
>But come! Lay your cheek against my round head.
>We hadn't finished talking to each other about love.
>We hadn't finished smoking our gypsies.
>One may wonder why the Courts condemn
>An assassin so handsome that he makes the day pale.
The final part of Your Turn to Die is coming out any day now. Yep. Aaaaany day now.......
