Results for i want to stareti next in the goo... translation from Italian to English

i want to thank you for the good care and nice apartment.
i want to thank you for the good care and nice apartment.

children without clothes, in the good time and in the bad time.
children without clothes, in the good time and in the bad time.

1. the good, the bad and the ugly (leone, 1966)
1. the good, the bad and the ugly (leone, 1966)

i want to help be a positive force in the world. i have ... (continua)
i want to help be a positive force in the world. i have ... (continues)

carbon pollution: the good, the bad, the ugly, and the denial
carbon pollution: the good, the bad, the ugly, and the denial

i'm the good, the bad, and the ugly. the real thing, comparable to none. no time wasted.
i'm the good, the bad, and the ugly. the real thing, comparable to none. no time wasted.

i want to try to on the rocks on the shore of the lake. actually, i get horny about the idea of sex in the water.
i want to try to on the rocks on the shore of the lake. actually, i get horny about the idea of sex in the water.

first of all i want to thank you for taking time to read my letter. in the following lines i want to tell you something about me.
first of all i want to thank you for taking time to read my letter.

"help me", he said very quietly, speaking in the way that the dying speak. "i want to fly more than anything in the world ..."
"help me", he said very quietly, speaking in the way that the dying speak. "i want to fly more than anything in the world ..."

facciamo pertanto un appello a tutti i gruppi affinché il problema venga affrontato congiuntamente, nella speranza che i diversi gruppi politici di questo parlamento non vengano continuamente classificati alla maniera del vecchio film western the good, the bad and the ugly per poter ognuno presentare se stesso nei panni del buono.
we therefore appeal to all the groups to approach this question jointly and we hope that the various political groups in this parliament are not constantly divided up like the characters in the old western the good, the bad and the ugly, with each attempting to present itself as the decent one.

bbcchapt. ii.--failing in the world now at that time we drove cattle in red harald's land. and we took no hoof but from the lords and rich men, but of these we had a mighty drove, both oxen and sheep, and horses, and besides, even hawks and hounds, and huntsman or two to take care of them. and, about noon, we drew away from the cornlands that lay beyond the pastures, and mingled with them, and reached a wide moor, which was called "goliath's land." i scarce know why, except that it belonged neither to red harald or us, but was debatable. and the cattle began to go slowly, and our horses were tired, and the sun struck down very hot upon us, for there was no shadow, and the day was cloudless. all about the edge of the moor, ex-[573]cept on the sidefrom which we had come was a rim of hills, not very high, but very rocky and steep, otherwise the moor itself was flat; and through these hills was one pass, guarded by our men, which pass led to the hill castle of the lilies. it was not wonderful, that of this moor many wild stories were told, being such a strange lonely place, some of them one knew, alas to be over true. in the old time, before we went to the good town, this moor had been the mustering place of our people, and our house had done deeds enough of blood and horror to turn our white lilies red, and our blue cross to a fiery one. but some of those wild tales i never believed; they had to do mostly with men losing their way without any apparent cause, (for there were plenty of landmarks,) finding some well-known spot, and then, just beyond it, a place they had never even dreamed of. "florian! fiorian!" said arnald, "for god's sake stop! as every one else is stopping to look at the hills yonder; i always thought there was a curse upon us. what does god mean by shutting us up here? look at the cattle; 0 christ, they have found it out too! see, some of them are turning to run back again towards harald's land. oh! unhappy, unhappy, from that day forward!" he leaned forward, rested his head on his horse's neck, and wept like a child. i felt so irritated with him, that i could almost have slain him then and there. was he mad? had these wild doings of ours turned his strong wise head? "are you my brother arnald, that i used to think such a grand man when i was a boy?" i said, "or are you changed too, like everybody, and everything else? what do you mean?"
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee la madonna sant