And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight
I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right
But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor
whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe
A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee
She says, "My body is the light, my body is the way"
I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
(Leonard Cohen: The Gypsy's Wife)
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ReplyDeleteda, imi place ce ai ales
(but i would have liked more?!)
si lasa, te rog, mai mult spatiu intre text si imagine, e important pentru comfortul privirii - bagi spatiu cu enter, in case you didn't get it :-)
:)
ReplyDeletehahaha
more?!
eu tot incerc sa las mai mult spatiu intre text si imagine, dar bloggerul meu nu e asa de ascultator ca al tau, se pare. daca eu ii dau un enter, boggerul imi lasa spatiu de o jumatate de pagina.
si oricat am incercat, bloggerul se incapataneaza sa imi reziste.
other suggestions?! :) I would accept them gladly.
so, I get it but I cannot do it. :)
cu cat privesc mai mult,cu atat ma intreb daca astea sunt vesminte,sau maini,sau coapse,canta,canta,intr-un vertij de prototipuri.intotdeauna voi asculta acest cohen ca inspirat de imaginile tale
ReplyDeletecat ma bucur ca ti-a placut aceasta postare, ceraselami. :)
ReplyDeletesi dansez, in continuare, in aceasta bucurie, pe un cantec ce nu cred ca are final.
Roxana?
ReplyDeleteCristina?
cu spatiu,fara spatiu...nu mai conteaza :)
e frumos!
Marius, multumim! :)
ReplyDeleteCu spatiu, in general. :)
Pline de mood şi poveste, bravo
ReplyDeleteVladimir, ma bucur ca ti-a placut mica mea tigancusa. :)
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