Little Viennese Waltz (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
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The last Campbell's tomato soup can of the twentieth century is going to the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh That ...
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