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Halle Deneen in NAKIMULI CURVY’S SPARRO SWIMSUIT TOP CURVY

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africancreature:

Nestreya

Hairbysusy.com

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virtualworldhere:

Art by - http://chasingartwork.deviantart.com

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Letter From A Contract Worker - Antonio Jacinto

I wanted to write you a letter
my love,
a letter that would tell
of this desire
to see you
of this fear
of losing you
of this more than benevolence that I feel
of this indefinable ill that pursues me
of this yearning to which I live in total surrender …

I wanted to write you a letter
my love,
a letter of intimate secrets,
a letter of memories of you,
of you
of your lips red as henna
of your hair black as mud
of your eyes sweet as honey
of your breasts hard as wild orange
of your lynx gait
and of your caresses
such that I can find no better here …

I wanted to write you a letter
my love,
that would recall the days in our haunts
our nights lost in the long grass
that would recall the shade falling on us from the plum
trees
the moon filtering through the endless palm trees
that would recall the madness
of our passion
and the bitterness
of our separation …

I wanted to write you a letter
my love,
that you would not read without sighing
that you would hide from from papa Bombo
that you would withhold from mama Kieza
that you would reread without the coldness
of forgetting
a letter to which in all Kilombo
no other would stand comparison …

I wanted to write you a letter
my love
a letter that would be brought to you by the passing wind
a letter that the cashews and coffee trees
the hyenas and buffaloes
the alligators and grayling
could understand
so that if the wind should lose it on the way
the beasts and plants
with pity for our sharp suffering
from song to song
lament to lament
gabble to gabble
would bring you pure and hot
the burning words
the sorrowful words of the letter
I wanted to write to you …

I wanted to write you a letter …
But oh my love, I cannot understand
why it is, why, why, why it is, my dear
that you cannot read
and I – Oh the hopelessness! – cannot write!

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iseo58:

The art of adornment on a young woman of the Karo tribe, living at the Omo river’s western bank (Ethiopia)  © Frieda Ryckaert

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droqo:

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

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sekigan:

sylvain mad さんの Sylvain Mad - Cyberpunk ボードのピン | Pinterest

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docile-maker-dre:

Robo Guard by Brenoch Adams

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