The birth...
A friend came to me...talked to me, opened my mind and it seems like the first time i've saw things so clearly...
He sayd: The good of life is in your hands, why wasting it with trivial good times, why wasting your potential self....that´s not living!
I sayd: D. i just needed to hear it for a long time... D. I'm taking a turn, to a healthy one...
publicada por Telma às
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7 Comentários:
Quanto mais diferente de mim alguém é, mais real me parece, porque menos depende da minha subjectividade.
tá no teu blog a resposta
e é assim que consegues ver as coisas de forma tão clara...
a diet of bad habits...nunca pensei q isso pudesse ajudar... OBRIGADO D.
um grande grande kiss
"és coisa boa, és amigo" percebes-t?
goodbye and good luck.
thanks for everything.
Out of a secret longing
They know their way from here
Out of a growing dream
They follow the road we create
I see what I've cut behind me
Lost on the bottom you often found me there
False conscience is beyond me
Lost in the backwoods I lie open to you here
Just leave me here
These men are running hard
But you keep down your voices
Living only to judge heavy
All mysteries aside there was a truth outside
Leave me here and I'm born again
Leave me here in this void again
Now I am open left for dead
Just like salvation comes in the end
cult of luna - leave me here
sabes da minha mania pra resolver problemas com canções k se identificam com o momento...olha ela aqui
e noho rã, ma te atua koe e tiaki.
mate é tudo junto
I whakaaturia e ia tōna aroha ki te iwi, kaore ma nga kupu whakateitei, engari ma ana mahi.
He showed his love for people not by extravagant words but by his actions.
maori é cmg looooooooool
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