Romans & histoires Robert Fagles Iliad

Below are the transliteration and translation: "To aíma tou fýlaká sou, mátia tis apátis, fos tou fengarioú, fotiá tou íliou. ftiáxe mou éna kleidí gia na anairéso ta desmá. ftiáxe mou éna kleidí gia na lýso tis kleidariés sou. ftiáxe mou éna kleidí gia na eleftheróseis to krátimá sou. Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá"

Romeo is in ecstasy, leaning against the shower wall, while Julius invades his body, gently entering him, aware of the fragility of Romeo's body, which is carrying a treasure. - Julius, never die without taking me with you. I don't want to live a second without having you by my side. Igor clicks enter, and when the program starts working, he picks up a packet of chips, relaxes, and smiles. What he had just done was the best work of his entire life. It was a piece of art that no one, absolutely no one, would reward because no one would discover its origin. He could have done it in half the time, used half the defenses and subterfuges, but damn, it was for the prince, and he deserved it. somet

There he was! “Fuck you” I walked away. “Your bed or mine” “Yours, defiantly yours” He chuckled behind me, “Classic Lilly”

At this moment, he was able to see the person who was attacking him. It was Fuoco, but that man didn't seemed to know her and looked surprised when he realised it was a girl. Fuoco was attacking him vigorously and he was struggling to keep up with the sudden series of attacks being launched at him. Fuoco was a skilled fighter and it was clear from her perfect moves. She was looking like an incarnation of goddess of war and the sound from their duel was making the weak walls of that building shake terribly.

" Oh! Romeo, Romeo, thou rejected part of me Here I kneeleth beside thee Thy bleeding piece of earth How I wish I could curseth thy death And bring back thy precious soul Thy blood that feedeth the thirsty soil Can't we travel past this time And go back to the day we met To plan our escape to the ends of the world For the elements of life have conspired against our word How did life taketh so long to bring us together? We would have had a lot of memories to gather".

It was very thin, however, I liked feeling its softness. I kissed her roughly, demanding of her. I asked him in a silent kiss to fight. And she reciprocated. At first with doubts, then she was carried away by the passion that surrounded her. Her lips were soft, so delicate that I felt my fangs open the flesh as they passed, letting me drink from her. “You are mine, Juliet,” I murmured against her lips. “So forget about Romeos."