Lolita denies in block it

sails with far under
lashes with hundred miles to suspect that them
silences and the jealousy watch for it forgets
the list and the lengthening-piece still she wants to insulate herself
and then it is absorbed in contemplation
of its feet

an angel passes
an angel passes

and then its finger describes in the air of stars
or many flashes she is unaware of so superbly
the feelings the risks of the love it advances
towards the lascive abandoned window and it
cover the sky of thousand strange and unknown signs of all

an angel passes
an angel passes

afflicted lola I did not know to decipher the direction
secrecy of your aired slow gestures, shows or
futile magic unless the vacuum and the trouble
do not seize you Lolita and if this full bubble
of nothing wanted to burst itself finally

an angel passes
an angel passes

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He couldn't deny anything to him.

The boy was truly an angel, and as he watched him, the man felt like a looming gargoyle with dripping claws and talons.

Was he another Humbert Humbert wanting to snatch away the seemingly 'innocent' Dolores Haze? No, he knew he wasn't a character in a Vladimir Nabokov novel…

Skinny, delicate hands flew over the painted faces of dolls; there was a finger twisting painfully in curling white hair as the man watched him. The boy stilled his fingers until they ripped the painted head from the doll's body. He dropped the cloth body to the floor with a fabric thump, and lifted his eyes to stare, seemingly bored, at the man.

He cocked his softly made face to one side, just as the man did, and waited for the gargoyle to move.

Dolores Haze indeed.

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Lolita nie en bloc elle navigue au loin sous
Les cils a cent lieues de se douter que les
Silences et la jalousie la guettent elle oublie
La liste et l'allonge encore elle veut s'isoler
Et alors elle s'absorbe dans la contemplation
De ses pieds

Un ange passe
Un ange passe

Et puis son doigt décrit dans l'air des étoiles
Ou bien des éclairs elle ignore si superbement
Les sentiments les aléas de l'amour elle s'avance
Vers la fenêtre abandonnée lascive et elle
Couvre le ciel de mille signes étranges et inconnus de tous

Un ange passe
Un ange passe

Désolé Lola je n'ai pas su déchiffrer le sens
Secret de tes gestes lents aérés, simulacres ou
Magie futile a moins que le vide et l'ennui
Ne s'emparent de toi Lolita et si cette bulle pleine
De rien voulait se crever enfin

Un ange passe
Un ange passe

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I suggest you listen to this band 'Desir Noir'. They are very good.