cartas rabiscadas.
terça-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2011
quinta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2011
quinta-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2010
ter criatividade às 01:16 é díficil, mas lá vou eu ..
"desde que te tive pra mim
minha vida mudou
meu sorriso é mais feliz
daquele ser que sempre te amou
olhando as flores de manhã
percebo o quão são belas
e sinto o cheiro de romã
que vem pela viela
ao sair de casa
o cheiro do orvalho me encanta
e sinto que posso abrir as asas
por que a saudade já é tanta ...
eu te amo, e não consigo evitar
a tempos eu desejava
tanto te abraçar
e agora eu sei, que já te amava. "
Gleice de Abreu Monteiro
sábado, 20 de novembro de 2010
o que podemos fazer.
igualdade social, paciência, quebra dos preconceitos e das fobias, tolerância com os demais e respeito ao próximo, isso é o que poderíamos fazer #Por1MundoMelhor.
sexta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2010
Somewhere Only We Know
Keane
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my own feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So and if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know?
Keane
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my own feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So and if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know?
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