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We'll travel closeGoing farFor the starsAnd coming there for sure...We are the city lifeTonight is foreverUntil the lights go outI'm glad you're here with me tonight ... Acid House Kings

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Yo no luchaba el me entregaba El susurraba “es para siempre” Yo no dudaba era sincero Cuando me hablaba de su amor eterno Mi buena estrella no me defendió Frente a esos ojos que puedo hacer yo Me perdí en la piel de un extraño Y me hundí sin remedio en sus brazosEn sus palabras no podré creer Tendré cuidado si lo veo volver Me perdí en la piel de un extraño I was lost in the arms of a stranger

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Escrevo aqui...Je t'aime aussi!ass. Byshelli!

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É tempo de morrer...Desenho: moi et J.Carlos "Dentre todas as Almas já criadas -Uma - foi minha escolha -Quando Alma e Essência - se esvaírem -E a Mentira - se for -Quando o que é - e o que já foi - ao lado -Intrínsecos - ficarem -E o Drama efêmero do corpo -Como Areia - escoar -Quando as Fidalgas Faces se mostrarem -E a Neblina - fundir-se -Eis - entre as lápides de Barro -O Átomo que eu quis!"

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O orgasmo de um porco dura 30 minutos?Está ai, uma boa curiosidade. Se sim... quem quer ser um porco na próxima vida??? rsrs

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Onde estarão todos os isqueiros e guarda-chuvas que já perdi na minha vida?Por mais estranho que pareça, mas é triste para mim, pensar que alegrei muitas almas joinvilenses cedendo uma sombrinha ou guarda-chuva (muito conveniente nessa cidade), que a Dona Rosa comprou com muito gosto, pelo menos no início, depois... confesso que ela comprava com muito desgosto, alias, não entendo o que faz ela

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Como será sentir fome? Sentir realmente fome? E sentir dores devido a isso. E morrer por nao ter o que comer. Como será morrer de fome?Mas isso não nos preocupa não é mesmo, isso nao acontece perto de nós, nem conosco... por que pensar entao?!! Salve salve nossa ignorância. Pensamentos como esse nao povoam com muita frequencia nossas mentes, vem e vão, em raros momentos. Mas... será que quem

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Regarde-moi...Eu, Carol e Rafa. Aeroporto Afonso Pena - Ctba

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"Finding is the first ActThe second, loss,Third, Expedition forThe "Golden Fleece"Fourth, no Discovery—Fifth, no Crew—Finally, no Golden Fleece—Jason—sham—too." Emily Dickinson - insonia de domingo a noite provocou isso... o primeiro, nao bonito, dos meus rabiscos em um primeiro moleskine... nao expressa o momento exato, mas acreditem.. foi formidável! Entre cigarros e coca - cola... vinho barato

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Memory Almost Full – Paul McCartneyMoleskines... canetas, aquarelas, grafites...Bamboo FunMonet, Shiele, Mucha,...Emily DickinsonMiniatura - Tour EiffelIlustrações – paris, china... CanecasSketchbook de viagem... e nada mais!“I've got too much on my plateDon't have no time to be a decent lover… “

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"I miss the catch if they through me the ballIm the last chick standing up against the wallKeep up, falling, these heels they keep me boringGetting glammed up and sitting on the fence nowSo alone all the time and ILock myself awayListen to me, Im notAlthough Im dressed up, out and all withEverything considered they forget my name" The Ting Tings

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Nossas criações... invenções... ilusões!

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Got my window open wideNow this kind of dayHas no nightAin't got much on my mind'Cause I knowSomething good this way comesNow watching the streetsFilling upIn the shade of the summer sun... Jakob Dylan

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Peixe e Tiger indo dormir...

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Frank Sinatra

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"When the sky is falling from above you And the wind is raging from the coast And you want someone who truly loves you (...)When all the debutants desert you All the doorways are all closed And all the harlequins who've hurt you (...)When you forgive your imperfections And you look to see your true reflection You will be the one who loves you the most" Brett Dennen"Ah sim; agora posso ver...Vejo

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sim... meu joe coolounvido The Killers:All These Things That I've done"...I wanna stand up, I wanna let goYou know, you know, no you don't, you don'tI want a meaning from the back of my broken handHelp me out, yeahYou know you gotta help me out...And when there's nowhere else to runIs there room for one more son?These changes ain't changing meThe cold hearted boy I used to be... Over and in, last

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"...and how many times can a man turn his head,Pretend that he just doesn't see?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the wind..." Bob Dylan

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"...She thought it would be fun to try photographyShe thought it would be fun to try pornographyShe thought it would be fun to try most anythingShe was tired of sleepingShe made herself a pair of orthopaedic shoesShe thought it was the answer to the fashion bluesBut she walked with a limp..."

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... but it's gonna be all right this time...

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...Once in a while i'll wake upWondering why we gave up...I'm still gonna miss youOnce in a while...Good things keep moving aheadI'm tired of dying i'm living instead.. Madeleine Peyroux

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