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 White Bird White Bird does not fly to the sky, Though she was always a free Bird... Tell me, that I am just dreaming, You know … you have had hurt very much to me … And your hands will not embrace me, Your eyes will not search for me And you, having seen me, will pass me by You will not even think of me. I will burn your letters to ashes, After all my heart became like ice. You told me that you have met another, And do not remember what I told to you... And your hands will not embrace me, Your eyes will not search for me And you, having seen me, will pass me by You will not even think of me. For horse - a saddle, and for a boot - a stirrup And spurs strike the sides to wound, I cannot stop the time, But I will manage to strangle these memories! And my hands will not embrace you My eyes will not search for yours, And I will pass by, you having seen you, I will not even think of you.
 Solomon The garden does not bloom, if the stream has no water. Son does not grow, if he has no father. In vain does not sing the nightingale, if there is no love. And the Mountain will not come if there is no faith. Remember what they say grandparents. Do not forget that there are no evil thoughts in depth. Mother's milk feed, do not let to fall of bread And what better - that fooled myself or to steal from myself. The bad word does not fly off with your lips If the heart is actually has the bottom. But Solomon is not right, everything goes, but not everything Will be something after us, guess what. The garden does not bloom, if the stream is no water. Son does not grow, if it has no father. In vain does not sing the nightingale, if there is no love. And the mountain will not come if there is no faith.
When a Woman dances, full of pride in herself, her right to be there, to be a woman, To command our respectful attention, moving her body for her own enjoyment, revelling in her power & beauty & ability, Dancing for all the womyn who love the dance, and for those who cannot, for whatever reason, dance, For those who yearn and crave to see womyn empowered, standing up and showing their Shining Selves for all the world to see . . . When a womon thus dances, she invokes the Sacred. There is awe, and wonder and gratitude in those who have been gifted with her Dance and the Goddess Herself smiles, and cheers! |