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;
"(...) Unii or sa ma considere mai rau decat sunt.Cativa vor spune ca eram un om bun; altii ca am fost o canalie.Dar amindoua aceste opinii vor fi la fel de gresite."Lermontov
Her liquid gaze could melt the coldest heart,
RăspundețiȘtergereHer 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.