January 2011
9 posts
“Oh Baby you make this more difficult ! I don’t wanna feel that for...”
Song of songs 5:10-16
My beloved is white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand. His head is like the finest gold; His locks are wavy, And black as a raven. His eyes are like doves By the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, And fitly set. His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh. His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl. His body is carved ivory ...
“La vida te da sorpresas sorpresas te da la vida……”
– un-none 