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Sandrine Sahakians

Sandrine has been a film lover for as long as she can remember. From actions films to rom com to indies, Sandrine pretty much enjoys every type of films, apart from horror movies. She’s always on the lookout for great films suggestions and is open to try anything… that is except for horror films ;)

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  1. OhHoneyHoney says:

    Tonight i want to hear a romantic Allan Poe. Copy paste will help

    ..I have no words –alas!-to tellThe loveliness of loving well! Nor would I now attempt to trace The more than beauty of a faceWhat though that light thro´ storm and night,So trembled from afar-What could there be more purely brightIn Truth’s day star?She look’d into Infinity-and knelt Spirit! that dwellest where,In the deep sky,Beyond the line of blue-The boundary of a star Which turneth at a view Of thy barrier and thy bar-I saw no Heaven –but in her eyes T was sunset: when the sun will part There comes a sullenness of heartLeave tenantless thy crystal home and fly High on a mountain of enamell’d head And wing to other worlds another light! Thus , in discourse, the lovers whiled away The night that waned and waned and brought no day. They fell: for Heaven to them no hope imparts Who hear not for the beating of their heartsHeaving her white breast to the balmy air,Like guilty beauty, chasten’d and more fair.But when within thy waves she looks- Which glistens then and trembles- Why, then , the prettiest of brooks Her worshipper resembles, For in his heart, as in thy stream, Her image deeply lies- His heart which trembles at the beam Of her soul searching eyes. But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody- Then-ah then I would awake Of a water that flows of a lullaby sound, From a spring but a very few red sun-light lazily lay Once it smiled a silent dell rays from the holy heaven come down The breeze- the breath of God-is still This it is and nothing more..