Há que tirar o sapato e pisar com tato nesse litoral
sábado, 29 de setembro de 2012
segunda-feira, 10 de setembro de 2012
domingo, 26 de agosto de 2012
segunda-feira, 14 de maio de 2012
segunda-feira, 7 de maio de 2012
sexta-feira, 13 de abril de 2012
quarta-feira, 4 de abril de 2012
quinta-feira, 22 de março de 2012
terça-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2012
terça-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2012
Let me decorate many hearts
And paint a thousands faces with colours of inspiration and silent sounds of valse
Let me be like a child,
Run barefoot through the forest of laughing and crying people,
Giving the flowers of imagination and wonders that God gives free
Shall I fall on bended knees, and wait for some one to bless me with happiness and a life of golden dreams?
No. I shall run into the desert of life with my arms open, sometimes falling, sometimes stumbling.
But always picking myself up, a thousand times if necessary, sometimes happy.
Often life will burn me, often life will caress me tenderly, and many of my days will be haunted
With complications and obstacles, and there will be moments so beautiful
That my soul will weep in ecstasy
I shall be a witness, but never shall I run or turn from my life, from me.
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