As Long as You Love Me

why thank you so much i'd adore to i don't want to dance with him. I don't want to dance with anybody. And even if i did, it wouldn't be him. He'd be well down among the last ten. I've seen the way he dances ; it looks like somethink you do on saint walpurgis night. Just think, not a quarter of an hour ago, here he was sitting, feeling so sorry for the poor girl he was dancing with. And now i'm going the poor girl. Well, well. isn't it a small world? what can you say, when a man asks you to dance

Welcome, you r Helene right? Yes Good, let s have a sit. You are interesting by a job in the Cosmetic Studio of Chanel and I will evaluate your skill for this job. First, I let you introduce yourself briefly : Well, my name is Helene I am graduated from the ISG business school of Paris and St Johns University in NYC, after that I worked at the Officiel Magazine in Paris I wrote fashion article. I had to go to different shop and pick up wears shoes etc they wanted us to make parutions in

I CELEBRATE myself; And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my Soul; I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes; I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it; The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume—it has no taste of the distillation—it is odorless;

Smith, keeps doing his reading, and clicking his tongue. Mrs Smith : Have you seen darling ??!! I’m right again. The Smith were on their English terrace. Mr Smith, English, on his deck chair and his English flip flops, smoking his English pipe, and reading an English automobile newspaper. He has English glasses. Next to him, stands up, in an English position, Mrs Smith English, drinking a cup of tea. An english long silence. Mr Smith, keeps doing his reading, and clicking his tongue. We

club meetings by a large group of Ukesters. More on TUSC at www.tusc.co.uk Shine On Harvest Moon (Jack Norwort and Nora Bayes 1908) 1 [A7]The [Dm]night was mighty [A7]dark so you could [Dm]hardly see, For the moon refused to [A7]shine. [Dm]Couple sitting [A7]underneath a [Dm]willow tree, For [G7]love they [C7]pined. Little maid was afraid of the dark She [F]said, "I guess I'll go." [G7]Boy began to [C7]sigh, [G7]looked up at the [C7]sky, [D7]Told the moon his [G7]little tale of [C7]woe

the front, outlined by little parallel cracks in the plaster? It was evident that every beam quivered in its mortices at the passing of the lightest vehicle. This venerable structure was crowned by a triangular roof of which no example will, ere long, be seen in Paris. This covering, warped by the extremes of the Paris climate, projected three feet over the roadway, as much to protect the threshold from the rainfall as to shelter the wall of a loft and its sill-less dormer-window. This upper

[pic] The life is a word which each can explain to his way, it is as a journey by train where we can meet different persons. It’s a long journey where we can come down at any time and where we can’t know what waits for us, that can be of checks things like that can be of bad things so it is necessary to live it such as it is. Some persons aren’t able to face the bad moments which they meet; they think that in these moments the life stops for them they do not manage to face with courage without

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If you dare ! - Young man? The same thing please! Hi John, what do you do here? - I’m here every night Lily! You, what do you do? It’s too late. - Oh… I am waiting somebody. - Who is it? - It is… It’s a long history. - Carry on! That is interesting. - All start when we were six years old. We were only child! One day, Matthew and me invented a game. His name was “If you dare!”. I loved this game as him. We had a box and we made a bet. The fist years were easy

alike) than I ever felt I would be. My fondest hope is that this project TAKES YOU THERE to that muddy field near White Lake over that hot August weekend in 1969. I think it succeeds. Obviously a project of this magnitude involves the assistance of A LOT of people. There are people out there I may have traded a piece of tape with 10 years ago whose names I have forgotten over time. if you are among them, thank you. Couldn'ta done it without cha. Honest. Thanks most especially to: Kees: Who