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From that woman on the beach, dusk pours out across the evening waves. ISSA
Levante have gone fourth in Serie A. If anyone can tell me what part of Italy Levante is in, please call. I've no idea
gin daisy, which
La heradera del dia destruida.
(The heiress of the destroyed day.)
Bianca Nazario stands at the end of the world. The firmament above is as blue as the summer skies of her childhood, mirrored in the waters of la caldera; but where the skies she remembers were bounded by mountains, here on Sky there is no horizon, only a line of white cloud.
Roberta Marieschi
Festina lente. Make haste slowly.
Seville is a tower full of fine archers ... Under the arch of the sky, across the clear plain, she shoots the constant arrow of her river.
I considered several names, but Titania, a character from Shakespeare's 'Midsummer Night's Dream', was best able to portray the image I wanted for what is a fantastically elegant and sexy yacht.
between Scylla and Charybdis,
Hortense. We broke
Fernanda Andrade and Daphne Zuniga are two beautiful, inspiring women I met and became very close with while living in L.A. Daphne's father is from Central America, and Fernanda is originally from Brazil.
It's leviOsa, not levioSA!
The grape gains its purple tinge by looking at another grape.
[Lat., Uvaque conspecta livorem ducit ab uva.]
Anyone ever tell you that you look like an orange in that jumpsuit? Auntie Lenore? More like Auntie Clementine.
Concetta and Domenico Costa, Mariana Pontillo, the Arena family. We live.
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees blossom;where the golden oranges glow in the dark foliage'.
Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.
JULIA: Oldest daughter of Julia and Agrippa. Owner of the smallest dwarf in Rome. Exiled in AD 8.
Julita was being spinned like a top by a drop-dead-gorgeous Dominicano. Later she told us that he'd asked for her number and she had given him the wrong one.
"Why did you do that?" I asked her.
"He smelled married," she said.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
My inamorata, you know where I'll be: where I'll always be. Waiting. For you.
Mima was like the tree. In this desert where I'd grown up, Mima had shaded me from the sun. She was a tree. How would I live without that tree?
His Tender Roni.
Annia of the red braid and the ferocious scowl and the long, long limbs. Annia Galeria Faustina ...
"Mine," I whispered, "Mine
Neither does she have a name
none that I could find even in my most persistent researches: Julian's gentle lady, I mean; she whom I sought and chased and wooed (as it were) down a warren of historical tunnels.
I have a crush on Freja Beha.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
And yet more bright
Shines out the Julian star,
As moon outglows each lesser light.
[Lat., Micat inter omnes
Iulium sidus, velut inter ignes
Luna minores.]
Dattebayo! (Do you get what I am saying?!)
Daniel Clemente offers family shows that are specially designed for people of all age groups. Family magic shows can be performed anywhere-camp ground or indoor.
Her wavy blond hair
In a village of La Mancha,
I am Amaxon Corazon Junia Principia Delgado the Third, and I bent over my meal and wept luxurious tears into my green banana porridge. It was a perfect decoction, and it now would not satisfy me.
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
Hay una estrella mas abierta
que la palabra 'amapola'?
Is there a star more wide open
than the word 'poppy?
The call of sedona
Calla, Shay.' Anika said, ignoring their game of Let's Burn Holes in Each Other's Skulls with Angry Stares. 'This is Silas. The Haldis Scribe.
The outside world might have finally turned into autumn, but inside the Waverley house it still smelled of summer. It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds like true-love hearts.
Astra is perfect.
Noli me tangere; for Caesar's I am.
I love to bring a bowl or basket filled with clementines that can be used as an easy centerpiece and enjoyed after the party.
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
She's my sunshine
Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis. He snatched the lightning from the sky and the sceptre from tyrants.
It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart scent that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds shaped like true-love hearts.
It is nayat one fraigen, lita. It has naya honed scales to rip yon wide.
HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit
Letty had barely touched her food. Javier stared down at her through a pair of aviator sunglasses. "You forgot something," she said. "What's that?" "My name. Who will they be expecting?" "Selena Kitt. S-E-L-E-N-A K-I-T-T. But you won't be carrying any identification.
There's a boy across the river with an ass like a peach; alas I was no swimmer and lost my Clementine.
Florence Nightendick
Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect.
MRS. REYES FARROW.
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Astrud Gilberto sang an old bossa nova song. "Take me to Aruanda," she sang. I closed my eyes, and the clatter of the cups and saucers sounded like the roar of a far-off sea. Aruanda - what's it like there?
Megan Luisa Garcia
I WAS HERE
Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.
Carquinez Strait
For me, I am the best" Roberto Clemente
Amigo! Amigo! (Calling out to the ITALLIAN Prime minister ... )
Verranica, I will never leave you.
Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee.
Niki Behrikis Shanahan
...Traduttore, traditore.
I found another girl to pose for Myrto and then I didn't think about Rafaela much, not until a spring day years later. Or rather, I thought about her with an occasional, impersonal pang. Have you ever had a favorite cafe close? It was like that.
hydra of revolution,
The most widely criticised singers in the history of opera, Maria Callas and Franco Corelli, happen also to be the best singers. I am honoured for being part of their group.
Marie Houzelle is a master of the first-person narrative. In Tita she has created a strange, utterly original child whose deadpan certainties are a beguiling invitation to readers of all ages.
I have known many chess players, but among them there has been only one genius - Capablanca!
Chi ti ama ti aspetta(Who loves waits for You).
Who is the man who can call from the back door at night: "Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme! Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme"?
Brastias. My friend." Uh-oh, this couldn't be good. "Do you lie to me?"
"Uh ... no."
"See? That's a lie!
Bonarata was charming, but I couldn't forget or forgive him for
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
Bellona has answered my prayer. She doesn't fight my battles for me. She doesn't guarantee me easy victory. She grants me opportunities to prove myself. She gives me strong enemies and potential allies.
For Juliana comes, and she, what I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
Cherimoya, the most delicious fruit known to men.
Another girl? That's awesome Shea. What are you guys going to name her, Sheanana?
Whereas Mirabelle is tall, thin and sad, Vesta is physically and emotionally her opposite.
She's my Tallahassee lassie down in FLA.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
A unicorn in this magical star.
In my new home.
My ethereal home.
Saturna
You've got a new Spanish-language album out now ["90 Millas," released in September of 2007], and the single ["No Llores"] is #1 on the Billboard Latin chart.
Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower.
[Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]
Isabelle.
It was always Isabelle.
She discussed her unhappiness with Mary Pereira, but the ayah only told her that there was no happiness to be gained from "the mens"; they made pickles together as they talked, and Amina stirred her disappointments into a hot lime chutney which never failed to bring tears to the eyes.
Vera incessu patuit dea.
(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)
Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me; I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes. -Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]
Rosa had achieved the sort of serene and confident happiness that Tamsin had never really known. She was connected to Roberto in a way that made Tamsin long for something similar. A man with whom she could share all parts of her life, someone to be her equal and her inspiration.
Ena milo melomon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free, ana mala woe is we!
I want to try for another record tomorrow. What was that last kind I had? With the chocolate chunks?"
"Stracciatella."
"I'm naming my first daughter after it."
"Lucky her.
Eliza, my pancreas.
My nickname is Esta Bell.
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - More had not Alcinous!
Sundown. The distressed sloop, its mainmast shattered by lightning, its sails ripped by the winds of the open sea, drifted into the small, quiet beach of a private island in the Lesser Antilles
Intramuros! The old Manila. The original Manila. The Noble and Ever Loyal City ...
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.