Dishonest scheme. Don’t make any mistake, lady. There are many kinds of despots. And every human heart that drink always speak a gentle word. Came on, little frightened child. How secret is your smile. Go, cross these fragments on the door. Have no fear. Across the empty and yellow mornings. Spread those waters. A free air. Love is a thing blind.
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Putzzle 2!!
Oi! Brigada pelo comentário lá. :)
Nem sempre o mundo é confiável, mas vale a pena quando abrimos as asas! :)
Beijos!
Xu
Rm
experiências em outro idioma, no qual não sou nada, nada fluente...
estou adorando a experiência...
quero te contar os bastidores...
tem segredos de puzzle nisso tudo...
beijos
(estou prestes a voar pra Sampa...)
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.... =))
Unscrambling.
The parts, the system, the theory of any "schema" is sooooooo deeply solid carved inside of us, that there isn't any mistake to be made. There isn't any linguistic generosity among us - human beings. But there is connection between us...there is no fear outside our heads... good wine can also give us the next morning yellow bile...the one which is purged into words...words of fear....those very words of yours! Blind is the one who doens't enjoy flying freely.
You've communicated!
Be braver!You can do it! Jump...1,2,3....
Miss you!
Obrigada pela visita!
Seu blog é bem legal!
Beijos
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