Letra dashurie nga autorë të famshëm (Tribut për Shën Valentinin)

[katana]

leila mi shpirt deri sa arrita tek postimi yt desh me ra pika qe askush nuk kishte postuar letrat e Joyce per Noran. Po dhe ti nuk paske postuar ato me te mirat jo. Let me do the honors


To NORA

Dublin 8 December 1909



My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every **** I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger **** than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to **** a farting woman when every **** drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over to me with a whore's glow in your slumberous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover's fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometimes too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling's cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.



JIM

[Leila]

Ky Joyce ka qene freaky, ama keshtu... bente as if he had a stick up his arse. Ndoshta duhet te hapet nje teme vetem per te. I find him psychologically fascinating.
Ja, vazhdim te asaj periudhe kohe:

To NORA
Dublin
13 December 1909
I would be delighted to feel my flesh tingling under your hand . Do you know what I mean, Nora dear? I wish you would smack me or flog me even. Not in play, dear, in earnest and on my naked flesh. I wish you were strong, strong, dear, and had a big full proud bosom and big fat thighs. I would love to be whipped by you, Nora love! I would love to have done something to displease you, something trivial even, perhaps one of my rather dirty habits that make you laugh: and then to hear you call me into your room and then to find you sitting in an armchair with your fat thighs far apart and your face deep red with anger and a cane in your hand. To see you point to what I had done and then with a movement of rage pull me towards you and throw me face downwards across your lap. Then to feel your hands tearing down my trousers and inside clothes and turning up my shirt, to be struggling in your strong arms and in your lap, to feel you bending down (like an angry nurse whipping a child's bottom) until your big full bubbies almost touched me and to feel you flog, flog, flog me viciously on my naked quivering flesh!!

To NORA
Dublin
15 December 1909
No letter! Now I am sure my girlie is offended at my filthy words. Are you offended, dear, as what I said about your drawers? That is all nonsense, darling. I know they are spotless as your hearth. (lol) I know I could lick them all over, frills, legs and bottom. Only I love in my dirty way to think that in a certain part they are soiled. It is all nonsense, too, dear, about buggering you. It is only the dirty sound of the word I like, the idea if a shy beautiful young girl like Nora pulling up her clothes behind and revealing her sweet white girlish drawers in order to excite the dirty fellow she is so fond of; and then letting him stick his dirty red lumpy pole in through the split of her drawers and up up up in the darling little hole between her plump fresh buttocks. Darling, I came off just now in my trousers so that I am utterly played out. I cannot go to the G.P.O. though I have three letters to post. To bed - to bed! Goodnight, Nora mia! JIM

[Leila]

How appropriate qe jam duke lexuar Love, Lust, and Longing in the White House: The Romantic Relationships of America's Presidents. ;) Cudi qe s'keni vene letrat e Heloise & Abelardit, filozofit Francez. Jane nje nga shembujt me te vjeter te letrave romantike. Madje kishin 20 vjet diference ne moshe. Historine e tyre mund ta gjeni ne internet. Letrat jane me te veshtira per tu gjetur, por kane disa libra per ta. I'm ordering one these days.

Heloise to Abelard:
You know, beloved, as the whole world knows, how much I have lost in you, how at one wretched stroke of fortune that supreme act of flagrant treachery robbed me of my very self in robbing me of you; and how my sorrow for my loss is nothing compared with what I feel for the manner in which I lost you.

Gjeta nje lloj dialogu qe s'e kontrollova nga vinte. Heloise & Abelard jane pergojuar dhe jane perdorur si karaktere librash nga disa autore. Ma ha mendja vjen per njerit nga ketyre librave.

Fulbert, Uncle of Heloise: He forced you.

Heloise: No!

Fulbert: Don't try to protect him. He worms his way into my house and he seduced you.

Heloise: No! I love him!

Fulbert: Don't use that word about him... enough.

Heloise: You trusted me!

Fulbert: Soiled goods, but not unsaleable. Some kind of marriage, but not at all what I wanted.

Heloise: I'm not a chattel!

Fulbert: Oh yes, by Christ you are! All I've worked for, all I've done, dragged down by ...

Heloise: I don't give a sou. Your reputation is damned. I'd rather share his table as his whore than be supported by your ill-gotten pieces of silver!

Fulbert: He's ruined you and he's ruined me! By god, this isn't the only blood that will flow.

[Leila]

Heloise: You know, greatest part of my soul, that many people love each other for many reasons, but no friendship of theirs will be as constant as that which stems from integrity and virtue and from deep love. For I do not consider the friendship of those who seem to love each other for riches and pleasures to be durable at all, since the very things on which they base their love seem to have no durability. Consequently, when their riches or pleasure runs out, so to at the same time, love may fail.

But my love is united with you by a completely different pact, and the useless burdens of wealth, more conducive to wrongdoing than anything when the thirst of possession begins to grow, did not compel me to love you. Only the highest virtue in which lies the root of all honours and every success. Indeed it is this virtue which is self sufficient and in need of nothing else, which restrains passion, keeps desires in check, moderates joys and eradicates sorrows, which provides everything proper, everything pleasing, everything delightful, and than which nothing better can be found.

Surely I have discovered in you, since I love you, undoubtedly the greatest and most outstanding good of all. Since it is established that this is eternal, it is for me the proof beyond doubt that you will remain in my love for eternity. Therefore believe me desirable one, that neither wealth, distinctions, nor all the things that devotees of this world lust after, will be able to sever me from love for you. Truly there will never be a day in which I would be able to think of myself and let it pass without thinking of you. Know that I am not concerned by any doubt that I may hope the same thing from you.

Abelard: To the only disciple of philosophy among all the young women of our age, the only one of whom fortune has completely bestowed all the gifts of the manifold virtues, the only attractive one, the only gracious one. He, who through your gift, is nourished by the upper air, he who lives only when he is sure of your favour, may you advance ever further, if she who has reached the summit can advance any further.

I admire your talent, you who discussed the rules of friendship so subtly that you seem not to have read Tully but to have given those precepts to Tully himself. What you say is true, sweetest of all women, that truly such a love does not bind us as often binds those who seek only their own interests, who make friendship a source of profit, whose loyalty stands firm or collapses with their fortunes, who do not consider virtue to be of value for its own sake, who call friendship to account, those who with busy fingers keep count of what they ought to get back, for whom indeed nothing is sweet without profit, truly, we have been joined, I would not say by fortune, but rather by God, under a different agreement.

I chose you among many thousands because of your countless virtues. Truthfully, for no other benefit than that I might rest in you, or that you might lighten all my troubles, or that of all the good things in this world only your charm might restore me and make me forget all sorrows. You are my fill when hungry, my refreshment when thirsty, my rest when weary, my warmth when cold, my shade when hot, indeed in every storm, you are my most wholesome and true calm.

Heloise: If a droplet of no ability trickled down to me from the honeycomb of wisdom, I would try with every effort of my mind to portray in the jottings of my letter, various things with a fragrant nectar of your nourishing love. But throughout all eternity no phrase has yet been found that speaks clearly about how intent on you is my spirit. For God is my witness that I love you with a sublime and exceptional love. And so there is not, nor ever will be, any event or circumstance except death, that will separate me from your love. For this reason, every day there is in me the desire and wish that I may be restored by your soothing presence, and one day will seem a month to me and a week a year, until that sweetest vision of your love appears. So much pain sprouts and thrives in my heart that not even a whole year would suffice for its description. My body too is sad. My spirit transformed from its usual cheerfulness. Farewell.

Abelard: I will always love you, I will always carry you in my spirit. Nor should you be surprised that twisted jealousy should turn its eyes towards such a conspicuous and fitting friendship as ours, because if we were miserable, we could undoubtedly live among others however we liked without any malicious attention. Therefore, let them backbite, let them drag us down, let them gnaw, let them waste away inside, let them derive their bitterness from our good things. You will still be my life, my breath, my restoration in difficulty, and finally, my complete joy. Farewell, you who make me fare well.

Kurse keta na bejne Romeo & Julieten 20 here gjate 4 viteve ne gjimnaz, not counting junior high or college.

[Sokoli]

ose korespondencat e De Beauvoir & Sartre, se te tere i konsideronin si cifti me perfekt i shekullit deri ate dite kur u botuan letrat.

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[angeldust]

Wed 5 nov 47

Nelson my love...It is very wicked of you to laugh at me because i try honestly not to interfere with your freedom, very insulting not to take me more seriously. Well I will interfeer with your freedom, I'll put an electric fence around our Chicago home, I'll poison your skin and lips so that if you touch any woman, she'll fall dead...





........Ohhhh I like this. :D

[Cupke_pe_Korce]

Nga Ranier Maria Rilke kam lexuar ca te bukura, derguar Marilenes.

[angeldust]

Vetem dhe vetem per kenaqesine e Sokolit, dhe u shkrifsha une si gjalpi ne diell kur ai te jete i kenaqur!



Manila envelope with handwritten note from Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera, 1940. Letter. 29 x 13 cm. Emmy Lou Packard papers, [ca. 1940-1986]. Archives of American Art.




Diego my love- Remember that once you finish the fresco we will be together forever once and for all, without arguments or anything, only to love one another. Behave yourself and do everything that Emmy Lou tells you. I adore you more than ever. Your girl, Frida (Write me)


Note from Emmy Lou Packard:
San Francisco, 1940 The Spanish words in Frida's note to Diego she left in the Treasure Island Studio of Rivera's for painting the 75-foot fresco now at City College of San Francisco. Frida was leaving for a trip to New York (trial having to do with Lupe Marin; see letter) The envelope was a watch and jewelry depository while Frida was briefly in St. Luke's Hospital, placed there for observation by Dr. Leo Elloesser. -Emmy Lou Packard


(Source: Smithsonian Archives of American Art)

[angeldust]

Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera


"July 23, 1935

[I know now that] all those letters, liaisons with petticoats, lady teachers of "English", gypsy models, assistants with "good intentions", "plenipotentiary emissaries from distant places", only represent flirtations, and that at bottom you and I love each other dearly, and thus go through adventures without number, beatings on doors, imprecations, insults, international claims--yet we will always love each other...
All these things have been repeated throughout the seven years that we have lived together, and all the ranges I have gone through have served only to make me understand in the end that I love you more than my own skin, and that, though you may not love me in the same way, still you love me somewhat. Isn't that so?...I shall always hoe that that continues, and with that I am content."

[diikush]

Kjo teme eshte per te gjithe zemrat e vetmuara diten e Shen Valentinit, qe historikisht kane vetem dy opsione se si ta kalojne ate dite te tmerrshme:

1) te gjejne nje date te cfaredoshme dhe te hiqen sikur ka dicka atje

2) te rrine ne shtepi prane te ngrohtit, me pizhama dhe nga nje levenxe prej leshi kraheve, duke ngrene pop-corn dhe

a. duke u qyrravitur me flima roze

b. duke lexuar dhe kontribuar ne kete teme

hahahahaha ... :)

te pergezoj per temen dhe sinqeritetin e situates

Kisha ca kohe pa lexuar keto lloj shkrimesh te stilit te vjeter dhe super romantike te koheve te meparshme..mjaft te lezetshme....flm kontribuesve, sidomos ato te postuara ne shqip nga Kaltersia? (ne mos gaboj)...kane lezet te vecante llafet poetike ne gjuhen tone...

Ato letrat e "Joice per Noren" si shume jashte stilit te temes..packa se interesante ne llojin e tyre... :D jane me te pershtatshme ne nje teme me erotike dhe me pak romantike...