Nơi Spam đây

I am willing to become the angel that you love in a fairy tale
Spreading out my hands to be wings to protect you
You must believe that our love will be like a fairy tale
Where the ending is happiness
Together writing our ending

Kiểu này chắc phải về học lại tiếng Anh lớp 1 quá

if i keep my eyes closed
they will never
find me.
i have got them
all fooled.
why did not they
think of this?
what a beautiful
game.
a snake
rises in
my body.
from an
eternal
sleep.
wither
and fade
will be
my flowers,
as on its
belly, crawls
through my
dreams.
see, i am
invisible.
no you can not
that is the trick.
why did not they
think of this?
what a beautiful
dance.
daddy,
why do you cry?

The Gadfly _ Ethel Lillian Voynich



She stood still for a little while with the paper in her hand; then sat down by the open window to read. The letter was closely written in pencil, and in some parts hardly legible. But the first two words stood out quite clear upon the page; and they were in English:
"Dear Jim."
The writing grew suddenly blurred and misty. And she had lost him again--had lost him again! At the sight of the familiar childish nickname all the hopelessness of her bereavement came over her afresh, and she put out her hands in blind desperation, as though the weight of the earth-clods that lay above him were pressing on her heart.
Presently she took up the paper again and went on reading:
"I am to be shot at sunrise to-morrow. So if I am to keep at all my promise to tell you everything, I must keep it now. But, after all, there is not much need of explanations between you and me. We always understood each other without many words, even when we were little things.
"And so, you see, my dear, you had no need to break your heart over that old story of the blow. It was a hard hit, of course; but I have had plenty of others as hard, and yet I have managed to get over them,--even to pay back a few of them,--and here I am still, like the mackerel in our nursery-book (I forget its name), ''Alive and kicking, oh!'' This is my last kick, though; and then, to-morrow morning, and--''Finita la Commedia!'' You and I will translate that: ''The variety show is over''; and will give thanks to the gods that they have had, at least, so much mercy on us. It is not much, but it is something; and for this and all other blessings may we be truly thankful!
"About that same to-morrow morning, I want both you and Martini to understand clearly that I am quite happy and satisfied, and could ask no better thing of Fate. Tell that to Martini as a message from me; he is a good fellow and a good comrade, and he will understand. You see, dear, I know that the stick-in-the-mud people are doing us a good turn and themselves a bad one by going back to secret trials and executions so soon, and I know that if you who are left stand together steadily and hit hard, you will see great things. As for me, I shall go out into the courtyard with as light a heart as any child starting home for the holidays. I have done my share of the work, and this death-sentence is the proof that I have done it thoroughly. They kill me because they are afraid of me; and what more can any man''s heart desire?
"It desires just one thing more, though. A man who is going to die has a right to a personal fancy, and mine is that you should see why I have always been such a sulky brute to you, and so slow to forget old scores. Of course, though, you understand why, and I tell you only for the pleasure of writing the words. I loved you, Gemma, when you were an ugly little girl in a gingham frock, with a scratchy tucker and your hair in a pig-tail down your back; and I love you still. Do you remember that day when I kissed your hand, and when you so piteously begged me ''never to do that again''? It was a scoundrelly trick to play, I know; but you must forgive that; and now I kiss the paper where I have written your name. So I have kissed you twice, and both times without your consent.
"That is all. Good-bye, my dear."
There was no signature, but a verse which they had learned together as children was written under the letter:


"Then am IA happy fly,If I liveOr if I die."



Để biết cảm giác tim như muốn vỡ ra là như thế nào...

Love turns into dark

Hu hu, sao nhìn đâu cũng thấy toàn tiếng Anh thế này

Qua bài của bạn gà học đc mỗi 1 câu:
You bastard!!!
hê hê hê