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Happy new year My dearSuspontaneous smiles. Colourfull lights dancing in the sky. Happily crazy people passing by Screaming to the future away by miles. Eyes closed wishing No laughs missing. Waving by past affairs Drinking champagne that flys in the air. Holding hands, kissing with passion Celebrating future actions. We’ll build together one heart On happy times and on hard. Lets toast to the fact that we’re together Happy new year my dear Now this is forever.Happy new year My dear
black hearted womanBlack hearted woman dont be afraid No one really knows that you’ve been made. Stars from the past were not a blast, But look at the end of the road Instead of crying and choke. Fallen parfums on the floor Were made to and not for. Consequences of the misery Make you smash the rosary, Laugh at pictures on the wall, Rip everything and hope to fall.black hearted woman
gone foreverI ran across the beach, with the wind in my hair, in perfect harmony with my curves. The water on my feet felt so cold yet so comforting. The black sand didn’t reflect the sun and the papers flying free were throwing my past away. I still felt the sweet flavour of that last kiss in my lips. I’ll never forget the disappointing dark blue of his eyes holding secrets to make things easy. In the tip of my tongue so many words crying for freedom. And I ran. I ran like a mother to her crying baby, like a cat to his milk, like the way he ran away from me before. I was so aware of everything around me for the first time. I finally had woken up from thgone forever
me and you is not realI just want peace and quiet. Not pieces of sounds that hurt my feelings. You need my call to make you feel okay so go on and say good things about my hair. I miss the long talks with someone that used to care or just cared to use. The pictures that are framed don’t mean a thing. You say I could win a price, I say I have no price. But really I have. While I mix my dreams with real life, I wish they came true. Sleeping awake, images in my mind that look so true that I find myself questioning what is really real. Real is the phone call that ends with “see you soon” but not really. Real is the anger in my fingertips. Not real… is you? I wish I come and you is not real
Confused
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João Rebelo, Nokia N80, Sony DCR-290E, Toshiba Satellite A100-626; Memup MP4 KL-Slim 8GB+2GB SD;
Eu cavo; tu cavas; ele cava; nós cavamos; vós cavais; eles cavam. Não é bonito, mas é profundo...
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Come to the dark side! We have cookies!
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Come to the dark side! We have cookies!
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