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ESTACAO ABSTRACTA: for the lovers
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A smeller of air a picker of roses" (Lebanese proverb) I really consider myself a lover of nature's poetry. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Por vezes amolece-se-me a alma, e então os pormenores sem forma da vida quotidiana bóiam-se-me à superfície da consciência. Sometimes my soul softens, and the details of everyday life, which have no form, then float on the surface of my consciousness". THE TRAVELER IN ME. Make yours @ BigHugeLabs.com. A beautiful scrap paper project. Antony and the Johnsons.
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ESTACAO ABSTRACTA: Carl Gustav Jung
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8220;Enlightenment is not imagining figures of light but making the darkness conscious.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Por vezes amolece-se-me a alma, e então os pormenores sem forma da vida quotidiana bóiam-se-me à superfície da consciência. Sometimes my soul softens, and the details of everyday life, which have no form, then float on the surface of my consciousness". This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
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ESTACAO ABSTRACTA: Spider woman
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She saw the spider in the bathtub while she was getting ready for an important meeting. With no time to spend she just wondered, but what if the spider also had an important meeting? Should she leave the spider there or should she save it immediately? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Por vezes amolece-se-me a alma, e então os pormenores sem forma da vida quotidiana bóiam-se-me à superfície da consciência. THE TRAVELER IN ME. Make yours @ BigHugeLabs.com. A beautiful scrap paper project. We are all gon...
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ESTACAO ABSTRACTA: Valente São Valentim
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Esta é dedicada a todos os que vivem na solidão, novos e velhos, a todos aqueles que não têm com quem partilhar a vida, os anos, os dias e os minutos. Nós pertencemo-nos e ninguém merece estar só! Thanks for this nice post 111213. 19 February, 2011 17:22. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Por vezes amolece-se-me a alma, e então os pormenores sem forma da vida quotidiana bóiam-se-me à superfície da consciência. THE TRAVELER IN ME. Make yours @ BigHugeLabs.com. A beautiful scrap paper project.
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ESTACAO ABSTRACTA: You Can Never Hold Back Spring.
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You Can Never Hold Back Spring. Just one more month to go until Spring! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Por vezes amolece-se-me a alma, e então os pormenores sem forma da vida quotidiana bóiam-se-me à superfície da consciência. Sometimes my soul softens, and the details of everyday life, which have no form, then float on the surface of my consciousness". This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. THE TRAVELER IN ME.
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ESTACAO ABSTRACTA: João Gilberto - Coisa Mais Linda
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João Gilberto - Coisa Mais Linda. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Por vezes amolece-se-me a alma, e então os pormenores sem forma da vida quotidiana bóiam-se-me à superfície da consciência. Sometimes my soul softens, and the details of everyday life, which have no form, then float on the surface of my consciousness". This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. THE TRAVELER IN ME. Make yours @ BigHugeLabs.com. The light will stay on.
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ESTACAO ABSTRACTA: Faz 75 anos que Fernando Pessoa morreu
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Faz 75 anos que Fernando Pessoa morreu. Se penso mais que um momento. Na vida que eis a passar,. Sou para o meu pensamento. Um cadáver a esperar. Dentro em breve (poucos anos. É quanto vive quem vive),. Eu, anseios e enganos,. Eu, quanto tive ou não tive,. Deixarei de ser visível. Na terra onde dá o Sol,. E, ou desfeito e insensível,. Ou ébrio de outro arrebol,. Terei perdido, suponho,. O contacto quente e humano. Com a terra, com o sonho,. Com mês a mês e ano a ano. Por mais que o Sol doire a face.
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ESTACAO ABSTRACTA: Darkness by Lord Byron
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Darkness by Lord Byron. I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars. Did wander darkling in the eternal space,. Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth. Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;. Morn came and went -and came, and brought no day,. And men forgot their passions in the dread. Of this their desolation; and all hearts. Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light;. And they did live by watchfires -and the thrones,. And, terrified, did flutte...
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ESTACAO ABSTRACTA: alive
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Everyday and every hour, wish that I was bullet proof. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Por vezes amolece-se-me a alma, e então os pormenores sem forma da vida quotidiana bóiam-se-me à superfície da consciência. Sometimes my soul softens, and the details of everyday life, which have no form, then float on the surface of my consciousness". This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. THE TRAVELER IN ME. A beautiful scrap paper project.
