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breve spazio pubblicitario:se per caso non sapete cosa fare o volete vedere della bella arte andate sul mio profilo su deviantart.. lì dò il meglio di me!!il link: http://octobralia.deviantart.com/this is a breaking news.. if u are searching how to spend 30 minuts of ur time please go to see my deviantart profile.. i give my best for my art in here!!and then come here back and tell me what u think about it!!INNO ALLA BELLEZZA - FIORI DEL MALEVieni tu dal cielo profondo o sorgi dall'abisso, Beltà ? Il tuo sguardo, infernale e divino, versa, mischiandoli, beneficio edelitto: per questo ti si può comparare al vino.Riunisci nel tuo occhio il tramonto e l'aurora, diffondi profumi come una sera di tempesta; i tuoi baci sono un filtro, latua bocca un'anfora, che rendono audace il fanciullo, l'eroe vile.Sorgi dal nero abisso o discendi dagli astri? Il Destino incantato segue le tue gonne come un cane: tu semini a casacciola gioia e i disastri, hai imperio su tutto, non rispondi di nulla.Cammini sopra i morti, Beltà , e ti ridi di essi, fra i tuoi gioielli l'Orrore non è il meno affascinante e il Delitto, che stafra i tuoi gingilli più cari, sul tuo ventre orgoglioso danza amorosamente.La farfalla abbagliata vola verso di te, o candela, e crepita, fiammeggia e dice: «Benediciamo questa fiaccola!»L'innamorato palpitante chinato sulla bella sembra un morente che accarezzi la propria tomba.Venga tu dal cielo o dall'inferno, che importa, o Beltà , mostro enorme, pauroso, ingenuo; se il tuo occhio, e sorriso, se iltuo piede, aprono per me la porta d'un Infinito adorato che non ho conosciuto?Da Satana o da Dio, che importa? Angelo o Sirena, che importa se tu - fata dagli occhi vellutati, profumo, luce, miaunica regina - fai l'universo meno orribile e questi istanti meno gravi? SWEET FAIRY TALELet me tell you a story about love and false love. A little sweet fairy tale that finished in deception. Elisa was my name, the pleasure my profession and the heart of the men was ever my possession.But desire is whim, you know, until in this situation, and a man with ardent eyes was my only obsession. The stars he put on my feet with also the Moon and the sun, and in my bed he whispered beautiful words of love.Thousand promises of adventure that then he never fulfilled. Fire, love, passion, tenderness, no of them he gave me, not. They say that the love is blind and not them lack reason. I continued loving to he, but he to me no longer.Soon with another woman my lover fell in love. She was noble and beautiful, of high dowry and great value. How he could leave me without looking for my resentment? How he can get rid of me and also to maintain his honor?What a foolish is the one who gives advantage to the force... He looked for the right moment and one night he killed me. He erased the blood signs, my body in the forest he buried. Who throughout the entire world would look for somebody like me?But there is something, my friends, about which never he thought: that sometimes is the revenge more hard than death and love. With blind eyes she guided my steps, to my fingers she gave life, to my nomadic soul a reason to satiate my pain.If I obtained my objective? You could be sure that not. 'Cause although I had my revenge fruit of a false love, and now here in my tomb he lies to my side without voice, this game has not finished nor I have to feel compassion.While still there is any lover that deceives the love, I will be horror, death and condemns for all siner in the world. Before leave this place I request to act with the reason; because if in deceit I find you, I will be your last vision.all i'm searching for...DARKNESS IN MEI lost myself in the shadows, I'm lost again in the dark. I didn't notice it at least, I didn't avoid it at last.I can't see between the darkness that surround me when I walk. I don't know if that's my face or the one I want to display.How many times others said me how I must talk or must act. So many times they said me when to love, to laugh or to cry.And I do not know, I'm not sure, if that's my reflection or not. Today my mask is so strong that I can't remove it from me.THE WELL OF MY DESIRESI lost myself in the shadows, I'm lost again in the dark. I didn't notice it at least, I didn't avoid it at last.I can't see between the darkness that surround me when I walk. I don't know if that's my face or the one I want to display.How many times others said me how I must talk or must act. So many times they said me when to love, to laugh or to cry.And I do not know, I'm not sure, if that's my reflection or not. Today my mask is so strong that I can't remove it from me.
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