miercuri, 26 octombrie 2011

Ludmila Balan - Romantica



Mama lui Dan Balan. Superba!

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  1. Her liquid gaze could melt the coldest heart,
    Her perfect face framed ‘round by ebony;
    Since early on her dancing was an art –
    Lithe hands and limbs in quaking ecstasy.
    Not one to walk on eggshells, biting wit
    And knife-blade tongue would often trouble make;

    Thanks.

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