Vous avez cherché: pure and spotless aims (Anglais - Tagalog)

love pure and intentionally false
pag-ibig na wagas at sadyang totoo

each person is in essence naturally pure and good.
personal na pag - aalala

a mother's love, pure and true a bond that's unbreakable, forever new on this day of love, i honor you my dear mother, my heart belongs to you
a mother 's love, pure and true a bond that' s unbreakable, forever new on this day of love, i honor you my dear mother, my heart belongs to you

sweet little song i wake tunes so pure and full of love when lovers are timid and mute i give them voice i make them bold once i bid a word to come and help me put together a poem from far and near from whenever the word brought the poem warmth each word i painstakingly refine and i wash the impoverished tongue i soothe and salve the cry of pain i banish any trace of tears but sadness i cannot send away its little waves lap and leave,lap and leave the shore of the heart,this moment a whisper nex
matamis na maliit na kanta gigisingin ko napakaputok at puno ng pag-ibig kapag mahinahon at walang imik ang mga nagmamahal binibigyan ko sila ng boses na ginagawa ko silang matapang sa sandaling nag-bid ako ng isang salita na dumating at tulungan akong magkasama ng isang tula mula sa malayo at malapit mula sa tuwing ang salita ay nagdala ng maiinit ng tula ang bawat salita na pilit kong pinipino at hinuhugasan ko ang naghihikahos na dila ay pinapaginhawa ko at inalis ang sigaw ng sakit ay pinatalsik ko ang anumang bakas ng luha ngunit ang kalungkutan ay hindi ko maalis ang maliliit na alon nito at iwanan, lap at iwanan ang baybayin ng puso, ito sandali isang bulong nex

blood surges rapidly along cronulla beach. armed with bats, white bodies are mad replications of tents, parasols and sunblinds spreading all over what used to be kurranulla, aboriginal landscapes, the place of pink seashells. there is no chieftain on the shore, no starfish where dominion shatters. not too far behind, thugs and their hand maids constrict exquisite shades of perplexity to keep generations pure and sterile. space beneath vestiges of hamlets from long ago have become driftwood, shells, cleavers of melting pots and succession. they are swaying eerily translucent as postcards bereft of scintillating light in the heated - up weather. so racializing this soap.
wendell