The Most Beautiful Girl
Cântecul interpretat de South 65
He that loves a rosy cheek Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. |
Chip de zână îndrăgeşti? Buze roşii de mărgean? Ochi cu scânteieri cereşti? Cari să-ncingă-al tău alean? Timpul ce nu stă pe loc, O să stingă acest foc! |
But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires:— Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes. |
Cugetul nestrămutat, Gândul blând, sfiosul dor, Inimi ce iubesc curat, Foc aprind nemuritor! Făr-acestea, mă lipsesc De obrazul îngeresc! |
Thomas Carew | traducere de Leon Leviţchi |
Jill’s fine figure had been poured into a beautiful form-fitting gown and she made a point of calling her date’s attention to it over and over again throughout the evening.
Finally, over a nightcap in his apartment he said, „You’ve been talking about that dress all evening long. You called my attention to it first when we met for cocktails, mentioned it again at dinner, and still again at the theatre. Now that we’re here alone in my apartment, what do you say we drop the subject?”
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