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Reinaldo was the name they gave the great white elephant Who came to clear the jungles around Sao Paulo A clever notion that because Reinaldo was born in the jungle Any jungle would do just fine, Brazilian or Siamese made no difference Just as clever was the notion that because I was a black man, educated I would do just fine directing other black men to do work, English or Portuguese made no difference Was I truly so much a fool, twice over? Reinaldo occasionally was afflicted with slothfulness Some of the men thought it was from lack of **** and whip I was of a mind that it was due to lack of companionship It was costly enough to ship one giant beast across a great sea I left a wife, in Maryland, whom I never loved and who never loved me I admit before the plan was in motion I never considered that Reinaldo could have a family Sometimes, I wonder, did he have a wife who never loved him? Loneliness became a common theme in our new home away from home And Reinaldo and I became friends, at least I thought of him fondly As far as I could say, of all the men he responded best to me At times it seemed a load of lumber was hauled as a personal favor For the handler too soft to handle with fear and anger But as much as loneliness was a theme, so was change, and death The lifespan of an elephant compares to the lifespan of men Were this scheme of mine to have worked as desired I could have sent for a cow, and made Reinaldo a sire Soon it was revealed that slothfulness was a symptom of an elephant young, healthy and wise Who sensed not his own, but a friend's imminent demise Now I am left to wonder how Reinaldo will fare in a world stranger than I could have known His softest handler and only friend bedridden, waiting for my disease to take its final toll
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
Reinaldo
Reinaldo was the name they gave the great white elephant Who came to clear the jungles around Sao Paulo A clever notion that because Reinaldo was born in the jungle Any jungle would do just fine, Brazilian or Siamese made no difference Just as clever was the notion that because I was a black man, educated I would do just fine directing other black men to do work, English or Portuguese made no difference Was I truly so much a fool, twice over? Reinaldo occasionally was afflicted with slothfulness Some of the men thought it was from lack of **** and whip I was of a mind that it was due to lack of companionship It was costly enough to ship one giant beast across a great sea I left a wife, in Maryland, whom I never loved and who never loved me I admit before the plan was in motion I never considered that Reinaldo could have a family Sometimes, I wonder, did he have a wife who never loved him? Loneliness became a common theme in our new home away from home And Reinaldo and I became friends, at least I thought of him fondly As far as I could say, of all the men he responded best to me At times it seemed a load of lumber was hauled as a personal favor For the handler too soft to handle with fear and anger But as much as loneliness was a theme, so was change, and death The lifespan of an elephant compares to the lifespan of men Were this scheme of mine to have worked as desired I could have sent for a cow, and made Reinaldo a sire Soon it was revealed that slothfulness was a symptom of an elephant young, healthy and wise Who sensed not his own, but a friend's imminent demise Now I am left to wonder how Reinaldo will fare in a world stranger than I could have known His softest handler and only friend bedridden, waiting for my disease to take its final toll
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UMAGA (Morning) “I won’t talk, I won’t breathe. I won’t move ‘till you finally see that you belong with me..” Nag-alarm ang cellphone ko, at oras na ng pag-gising ko. Oo, tama ka. Ang paboritong kanta ni Paulo ang tunog ng alarm ko. Sa pagdilat ko, nakita ko nanaman ang Araw na kasisikat pa lamang. “Paulo” ayan nanaman ang unang salitang nasabi ko, ang unang bagay at tao na laman ng isipan ko. Naisip ko, ako rin kaya ang naiisip niya bago siya matulog? Ako rin kaya ang unang nasa isip niya sa kanyang paggising? Umaga nanaman, panibagong araw na haharapin. Bagong pagkakataon, bagong aabangan, at bagong mga pangyayari. Ang tanong ay simple lang naman, Magkikita kaya kami? Mabibigyan kaya kami ng pagkakataon ngayon? Ang kahapon ay nakalipas na, sabi nga, pero magmimistulang kahapon pa rin ba ang araw ko ngaun? Naghikab ako, sabay bangon. Sa pagbangon ko, tumingin akong muli sa bintana nakita ko na kumpleto ang kulay na bumubuo sa paligid. Berde, asul, dilaw, pula, puti, itim, brown, lahat na ng kulay! Ang ganda ng mundo ng mga tao, ang ganda ng umagang sumalubong. Pero nawala ang ngiti sa mga labi ko, at kung may nakakita man sa akin mababakas sa aking mga mata ang lungkot, pananabik at pangungulila ng malayo kay Paulo. Gaano man kaganda ang paligid ko, hindi pa rin kumpleto ang MUNDO KO ng wala si Paulo. Muli, napabuntong hininga ako kasabay ng pagpigil ko sa aking mga luha na nag-aadyang sila ay muling papatak. Ayoko munang umiyak hanggat maaga, marami pa naman mangyayari. Mamaya nalang ulit kapag andiyan na ulit si Gabi, ganoon ulit ang eksena, at ganoon naman lagi. Binuksan ko ang pintuan ng aking kwarto, lumabas na ako, at sa pagsara ko ng pinto nagtanong ako ulit: “Nasaan si Paulo?”
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
Nasaan si Paulo? (Part II)
UMAGA (Morning) “I won’t talk, I won’t breathe. I won’t move ‘till you finally see that you belong with me..” Nag-alarm ang cellphone ko, at oras na ng pag-gising ko. Oo, tama ka. Ang paboritong kanta ni Paulo ang tunog ng alarm ko. Sa pagdilat ko, nakita ko nanaman ang Araw na kasisikat pa lamang. “Paulo” ayan nanaman ang unang salitang nasabi ko, ang unang bagay at tao na laman ng isipan ko. Naisip ko, ako rin kaya ang naiisip niya bago siya matulog? Ako rin kaya ang unang nasa isip niya sa kanyang paggising? Umaga nanaman, panibagong araw na haharapin. Bagong pagkakataon, bagong aabangan, at bagong mga pangyayari. Ang tanong ay simple lang naman, Magkikita kaya kami? Mabibigyan kaya kami ng pagkakataon ngayon? Ang kahapon ay nakalipas na, sabi nga, pero magmimistulang kahapon pa rin ba ang araw ko ngaun? Naghikab ako, sabay bangon. Sa pagbangon ko, tumingin akong muli sa bintana nakita ko na kumpleto ang kulay na bumubuo sa paligid. Berde, asul, dilaw, pula, puti, itim, brown, lahat na ng kulay! Ang ganda ng mundo ng mga tao, ang ganda ng umagang sumalubong. Pero nawala ang ngiti sa mga labi ko, at kung may nakakita man sa akin mababakas sa aking mga mata ang lungkot, pananabik at pangungulila ng malayo kay Paulo. Gaano man kaganda ang paligid ko, hindi pa rin kumpleto ang MUNDO KO ng wala si Paulo. Muli, napabuntong hininga ako kasabay ng pagpigil ko sa aking mga luha na nag-aadyang sila ay muling papatak. Ayoko munang umiyak hanggat maaga, marami pa naman mangyayari. Mamaya nalang ulit kapag andiyan na ulit si Gabi, ganoon ulit ang eksena, at ganoon naman lagi. Binuksan ko ang pintuan ng aking kwarto, lumabas na ako, at sa pagsara ko ng pinto nagtanong ako ulit: “Nasaan si Paulo?”
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GABI (Night) Ayan nanaman si araw, iniwan nanaman niya ako. Tinapos nanaman niya ang maghapon sa paglubog. Tinanggal nanaman niya ang liwanag sa paligid ko. At iniwan nanaman niya akong nakatanaw sa malayo, sa tabi ng bintana, minamasdan ang pagpasok ng dilim, hinahanap ang buwan at mga bituin. Ang tanawing ito ang nagpapa-alala sa akin na “There is always light, even in the darkest times”. Kasabay ng pagpasok ng dilim ang pagtulo ng luha sa mga mata ko. Nasaan si Paulo? ang tanong ko sa sarili ko. Hinahanap ko nanaman siya, sa tuwing sasapit ang ganitong oras. Kailan ko kaya siya ulit makikita? Kailan kaya kami ulit magkakasama? Lumipas nanaman ang isang maghapon na hindi ko nasilayan si Paulo. Ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata ng mariin, kasabay pa rin ang mga munting luha na patuloy lang sa pagpatak habang iginuguhit ko ang kanyang mukha sa aking isipan, habang ninanais ko na mahawakan ang kanyang kamay sa sandaling iyun. Nangiti na sana ako, kaso pagdilat ko, ako lang pala mag-isa ang nandito, at kathang isip ko lang ang lahat. Napabuntong hininga ako ng napakalalim, at sa paglabas ko ng hangin sa aking katawan naisipan ko nalang na pumikit ulit at manalangin. “Ama, kung anuman po ang Inyong ginawang plano sa amin ay Siya pong masusunod at malugod ko pong tinatanggap. Alam ko po na may magandang dahilan ang lahat ng nangyayari sa amin na ayon sa Inyong kagustuhan. Ang dasal ko lang po ay Nawa sana tulungan Ninyo kaming makita at malaman ang dahilan ng lahat ng ito. Bigyan Ninyo kami ng lakas ng loob at sapat na pananampalataya upang kumapit pa, huwag sumuko at hawak kamay na harapin ang pagsubok na ito. Hayaan Nyo po kaming patuloy na manalangin, gawing sandalan ang isa’t-isa, at gawin Kayong sentro ng aming pagmamahalan sa kabila ng lahat. Amen. ” At tuluyan ko ng ipinikit ang aking mata sa pagtulog, nagbabakasakaling kahit sa panaginip man lang ay mahagkan ko siya at makasama.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Nasaan si Paulo? (Part I)
GABI (Night) Ayan nanaman si araw, iniwan nanaman niya ako. Tinapos nanaman niya ang maghapon sa paglubog. Tinanggal nanaman niya ang liwanag sa paligid ko. At iniwan nanaman niya akong nakatanaw sa malayo, sa tabi ng bintana, minamasdan ang pagpasok ng dilim, hinahanap ang buwan at mga bituin. Ang tanawing ito ang nagpapa-alala sa akin na “There is always light, even in the darkest times”. Kasabay ng pagpasok ng dilim ang pagtulo ng luha sa mga mata ko. Nasaan si Paulo? ang tanong ko sa sarili ko. Hinahanap ko nanaman siya, sa tuwing sasapit ang ganitong oras. Kailan ko kaya siya ulit makikita? Kailan kaya kami ulit magkakasama? Lumipas nanaman ang isang maghapon na hindi ko nasilayan si Paulo. Ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata ng mariin, kasabay pa rin ang mga munting luha na patuloy lang sa pagpatak habang iginuguhit ko ang kanyang mukha sa aking isipan, habang ninanais ko na mahawakan ang kanyang kamay sa sandaling iyun. Nangiti na sana ako, kaso pagdilat ko, ako lang pala mag-isa ang nandito, at kathang isip ko lang ang lahat. Napabuntong hininga ako ng napakalalim, at sa paglabas ko ng hangin sa aking katawan naisipan ko nalang na pumikit ulit at manalangin. “Ama, kung anuman po ang Inyong ginawang plano sa amin ay Siya pong masusunod at malugod ko pong tinatanggap. Alam ko po na may magandang dahilan ang lahat ng nangyayari sa amin na ayon sa Inyong kagustuhan. Ang dasal ko lang po ay Nawa sana tulungan Ninyo kaming makita at malaman ang dahilan ng lahat ng ito. Bigyan Ninyo kami ng lakas ng loob at sapat na pananampalataya upang kumapit pa, huwag sumuko at hawak kamay na harapin ang pagsubok na ito. Hayaan Nyo po kaming patuloy na manalangin, gawing sandalan ang isa’t-isa, at gawin Kayong sentro ng aming pagmamahalan sa kabila ng lahat. Amen. ” At tuluyan ko ng ipinikit ang aking mata sa pagtulog, nagbabakasakaling kahit sa panaginip man lang ay mahagkan ko siya at makasama.
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*Dust on the ledge, before me, magnified Smell of gun oil in my nostrils and cramp in the calves The boredom of the wait intensifies, Stale air in my loft is full of must With the failing light I’m grateful it is almost time to stand down. Through the cross hair sprints a target An ordinary, everyday, running target, I know not who this target is, I know not why it runs across my sights, But because it is, where it is, It becomes my enemy. In a microcosm of time the loud bang alters things forever. The buck of the rifle’s recoil, The immediate sour stench of the shot washes back across my face. The intoxication felt, in being the one who caresses the trigger. The satisfaction earned in deservedly making the **** My target spirals in mid stride, Contorts in agony And collapses to the rough tarmac To lie dishevelled, an insignificant, dishevelled item. Checking the **** through the telescopic sight I see the rough stubble of the chin, The nicotine stain on the fingers, I see the colour of the eyes are pale blue. …I know well, it will breathe no more. With descending twilight I trudge from my tower perch With the long ****** rifle slung across my weary shoulders The  crones in the street glare as I walk by There is a loathing in their aged eyes, It is a tangible thing. I know they have no knowledge of the target, But they know, however, that there has been a killing made for the cause. A cold beer would be nice. God! how I hate these young punks with purple hair.* Marshalg Gaza, Palestine/Mogadishu, Somalia/Kabul, Afghanistan/Tehran, Iran/Cairo, Egypt/Islamabad, Pakistan/Soweto, South Africa/Dier El Zour Province, Syria/Beirut, Lebanon/Baghdad, Iraq/Tripoli, Libya/Pristina, Kosovo/Grozny,Chechen Republic/Veracruz, Mexico/Guatemala City, Guatemala/Sao Paulo, Brazil/Moscow, Russia. 27 November 2012
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
I, ******
*Dust on the ledge, before me, magnified Smell of gun oil in my nostrils and cramp in the calves The boredom of the wait intensifies, Stale air in my loft is full of must With the failing light I’m grateful it is almost time to stand down. Through the cross hair sprints a target An ordinary, everyday, running target, I know not who this target is, I know not why it runs across my sights, But because it is, where it is, It becomes my enemy. In a microcosm of time the loud bang alters things forever. The buck of the rifle’s recoil, The immediate sour stench of the shot washes back across my face. The intoxication felt, in being the one who caresses the trigger. The satisfaction earned in deservedly making the **** My target spirals in mid stride, Contorts in agony And collapses to the rough tarmac To lie dishevelled, an insignificant, dishevelled item. Checking the **** through the telescopic sight I see the rough stubble of the chin, The nicotine stain on the fingers, I see the colour of the eyes are pale blue. …I know well, it will breathe no more. With descending twilight I trudge from my tower perch With the long ****** rifle slung across my weary shoulders The  crones in the street glare as I walk by There is a loathing in their aged eyes, It is a tangible thing. I know they have no knowledge of the target, But they know, however, that there has been a killing made for the cause. A cold beer would be nice. God! how I hate these young punks with purple hair.* Marshalg Gaza, Palestine/Mogadishu, Somalia/Kabul, Afghanistan/Tehran, Iran/Cairo, Egypt/Islamabad, Pakistan/Soweto, South Africa/Dier El Zour Province, Syria/Beirut, Lebanon/Baghdad, Iraq/Tripoli, Libya/Pristina, Kosovo/Grozny,Chechen Republic/Veracruz, Mexico/Guatemala City, Guatemala/Sao Paulo, Brazil/Moscow, Russia. 27 November 2012
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Twin ***** i seek One is meek Twos a freak But a kick To groans so deep A shreek id hear And there goes a leak To the two ***** i seek The beauty of ***** come high and low But Paulo's pair of ***** is something the world should know
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Paulo's *****
Here is Paulo, Always on the ball ** He thinks he’s Ronaldo Playing on Madeiran sand lo. The Caistor Couple, Patricia and Paul, They’re at Willy’s to have a ball. I’m not talking about playing sport, More about beer and ***** and port. Paul Butters
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
Paulo, Paul and Patricia, More Willy's Clerihews
The admiral of the U.S. fleet was staring towards the shore. A mob of people jammed the wharf. He thought we were at war. The good Mayor Paulo, of Monterrey was waving with the rest. He saw our large Pacific fleet And, doubtless, was impressed. The commodore made cannons roar The impact shook the ground By miracle no townsfolk died And not one sailor drowned. “Perhaps they are saluting us!” The puzzled mayor said. But when we put marines ashore Such thoughts soon left his head. That day we captured Monterrey It was quite the feat of arms We lost just one or two marines to some Senorita’s charms. The State Department soon put an end To the splendid little war And erstwhile foes departed friends from the Mexicali shore.
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 9:08 PM UTC
A splendid Little War
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people There's some people up there hoggin' everything Tellin' lies, givin' alibis about the peoples, money an' things An' if they gonna throw it away, might as well give some to me Yeah, they seen an' heard it but never had misery There are some people who are starvin' to death Never knew but only heard 'em an' they never had happiness If you don't have enough to eat, how can you think of love? You don't have time to care, so it's crime you're guilty of For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? Cut this jive an' see who's got the power to **** the most When they run out of power, the world's gonna be a ghost They know we're not satisfied, so we begin to holler They give us a promise an' throw in a few more dollars There's no price for happiness, there's no price for love Up goes the price of livin' an' you're right back where you was So whatever you got, just be glad you got it Now we're gonna get on up an' get some more of it For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, got to have it, more power For God's sake, got to have it, power, power, power For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you better give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you try it? Yeah, power, power For God's sake, can't deny it, no, no, no, power, power For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give power, power? For God's sake, you got to give Songwriters RECORD, EUGENE -The Chi-Lites on Soul train!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSIr5a4L8os Joss Stone - São Paulo, Credicard Hall, 11/11/2012 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iyd3Dgi1xY
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
For God's sake, Give More Power To The People -The Chi-Lites/Joss Stone,-Generation Food Project
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people There's some people up there hoggin' everything Tellin' lies, givin' alibis about the peoples, money an' things An' if they gonna throw it away, might as well give some to me Yeah, they seen an' heard it but never had misery There are some people who are starvin' to death Never knew but only heard 'em an' they never had happiness If you don't have enough to eat, how can you think of love? You don't have time to care, so it's crime you're guilty of For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? Cut this jive an' see who's got the power to **** the most When they run out of power, the world's gonna be a ghost They know we're not satisfied, so we begin to holler They give us a promise an' throw in a few more dollars There's no price for happiness, there's no price for love Up goes the price of livin' an' you're right back where you was So whatever you got, just be glad you got it Now we're gonna get on up an' get some more of it For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, got to have it, more power For God's sake, got to have it, power, power, power For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you better give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you try it? Yeah, power, power For God's sake, can't deny it, no, no, no, power, power For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give power, power? For God's sake, you got to give Songwriters RECORD, EUGENE -The Chi-Lites on Soul train!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSIr5a4L8os Joss Stone - São Paulo, Credicard Hall, 11/11/2012 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iyd3Dgi1xY
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Geografia I Quando a Vila Jaiara era do mundo O centro vital; se mais longe houvesse, Lá chegara, aos saltos, de susto tomado Em mim mesmo; silente rezava o missal. Corria pelos campos – a savana, cerrado. O medo do sistema heliocêntrico Ainda não perdera: o medo de ser Só. Eu vivia com meus irmãos e irmãs – Éramos uma centena de bichinhos Em torno de nossa mãe adotada, A quem chamávamos de Senhora. E em torno dela, tudo girava, girava... Os grandes mandavam-nos, sorrateiros, Andar pelo cerrado em busca de tudo: Gabirobas, cajuzinhos, goiabas ... Na Vila Jaiara havia tanta coisa mais. A casa de Helena; de deuses onde doces. Que à caminhada tornava clara para nós. Centro luminoso em que a ceia do Senhor. Não havia São Paulo ou Rio de Janeiro – No máximo: Belo Horizonte, Araxá Povoavam nossos sonhos. E talvez Ouro Preto e Divinópolis – Onde Dora reinava... - Goiânia, São Petersburgo e Tegucigalpa – só no Atlas. Anápolis era outra estória: a cidade, o comércio longe demais... Ali na Jaiara estava o centro de tudo e no centro de tudo o amor: Laíde Epifânia me nomeara “Maninho”. Naquele tempo, na nossa vila, não passava um rio. Mas havia a fábrica de tecidos, onde Jorge – Noivo de minha irmã – tecia a união e afeto E me ensinava a andar de bicicleta. Do Vietnã,  só soube no ginásio. ./.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
Geography I
and the whisper clapped. the whisper clapped to dawns arrival. the whisper clapped to dusks departure. the whisper clapped to the arrival of sound waves laughing like angry distances in mad consort, as if schizophrenics heard words spoken millions of years ago on far off planets long since devoured by exploding supernovas, the sound waves only reaching us now in the same way we see ancient stars, long since having devoured the speaking races in the inevitable movement of cosmic breath. and the whisper wondered; what was the last word spoken by God? you wouldn't know. Every Testament was heard and written by a solitary schizophrenic of long past, seen as holy mystics speaking the language of heaven. Now these mystics are madmen shooting ****** in rainy, grey alleyways. God died long ago and his last whisper was heard within the confines of a mental asylum just outside of São Paulo, Brazil. We weren't paying attention. We missed the Last Testament.
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
the last testament
You will discover that there is a problem. However, the errors are bad. Your happy prostitutes are the light of Israel. 30 km from the Kibbutz Magdido. What is surprising is the Greek language. Yes, I can say that it can not be done. Girls, girls, girls? Pros and Oregon mean? Youth 1 LC who makes prostitutes, What are you doing, what is it? This network service when this happened. This is the third part of it. ***** and her daughter The girl, a girl? Great revelation The Oregon program at the airport. That was Bob King Pine's problem. from Osaka T companies; Joshua is based In the words of San Ignacio de Independiente. States, prostitutes and other foreigners should not In other productions, Timmy with that. Matt J. J. Matt, San Diego, Roberto. Sao Paulo, Brazil. India, the women of Paul Bahia in Canada, in this case, What? Satisfied with your finger? children, prostitutes and daughters This feature is huge. 30 videos and bad ones. Sir, nobody is allowed To be clean, after three minutes. More. Where 1 1 hour; girl? Oregon School of Girls? Northeast? The Persian words are the most common. TO; except for John in New Zealand. San Diego, CA, In God's place, Robert. Apostol Pablo It reminds me of an India, Robert Blake. United Kingdom, Ireland, Ireland Pakistan now. This will make the girls; little girls Oregon is a great resource for you That the Lord has sent a letter to another. The assistant has been sent. Legislation to maintain it. second use [Central Park] Carl Explorer Many rockets under water. Application The service and Google. It is not connected, citizens are at the beginning. Now imagine that this is just a real rock. bring the impressions started To celebrate homosexuals or whatever we are. the plumber Heart stones and hydraulic system. CEO control; due to the recent increase The war movie of the goats, let's write in glory! 1 try this? I am welcome for more information. Use some features at the top of the mountain. This is what Robert says. But now The hipocampus was born.
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Prostitutes are the Light of Israel
You will discover that there is a problem. However, the errors are bad. Your happy prostitutes are the light of Israel. 30 km from the Kibbutz Magdido. What is surprising is the Greek language. Yes, I can say that it can not be done. Girls, girls, girls? Pros and Oregon mean? Youth 1 LC who makes prostitutes, What are you doing, what is it? This network service when this happened. This is the third part of it. ***** and her daughter The girl, a girl? Great revelation The Oregon program at the airport. That was Bob King Pine's problem. from Osaka T companies; Joshua is based In the words of San Ignacio de Independiente. States, prostitutes and other foreigners should not In other productions, Timmy with that. Matt J. J. Matt, San Diego, Roberto. Sao Paulo, Brazil. India, the women of Paul Bahia in Canada, in this case, What? Satisfied with your finger? children, prostitutes and daughters This feature is huge. 30 videos and bad ones. Sir, nobody is allowed To be clean, after three minutes. More. Where 1 1 hour; girl? Oregon School of Girls? Northeast? The Persian words are the most common. TO; except for John in New Zealand. San Diego, CA, In God's place, Robert. Apostol Pablo It reminds me of an India, Robert Blake. United Kingdom, Ireland, Ireland Pakistan now. This will make the girls; little girls Oregon is a great resource for you That the Lord has sent a letter to another. The assistant has been sent. Legislation to maintain it. second use [Central Park] Carl Explorer Many rockets under water. Application The service and Google. It is not connected, citizens are at the beginning. Now imagine that this is just a real rock. bring the impressions started To celebrate homosexuals or whatever we are. the plumber Heart stones and hydraulic system. CEO control; due to the recent increase The war movie of the goats, let's write in glory! 1 try this? I am welcome for more information. Use some features at the top of the mountain. This is what Robert says. But now The hipocampus was born.
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Sympathyless disbelief when I complain again, Delays are the balance for the glamour of flying. Nine hours in Sao Paulo while the ATC strike, Eight hours in Vienna while new wheel flies in, Seven sins would be justified by this purgatory, Six times six hours from CBB to DUB last week, Five hours sweating in Port au Prince plastic chair, Four hours for rain in Miami seems not so bad, Three hours in Shannon for bomb threat search, Two hours sitting in Seattle with mad dash in Kennedy. One would be happier walking, swimming or driving.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 9:21 AM UTC
Flight Delays
" I met her two years back in a park, I swear it was she, who approached me first! Don't know if it was an excuse or coincidence, We were sitting opposite, She basking in the sun, reading for fun... I too reading... but with a seriousness too deep to notice nature... Then she suddenly approaches me and says, Hey!! You are reading the same book as me, I glanced up in surprise (or was it 'awe'?)... and notice her holding up the same book, Paulo Coelho's 11 minutes... and I smiled but before I could say anything, she squeaked, *"Guess even you like books with **** things"*, and I finally finding my senses, exclaimed... *"It's a Coelho Classic. **** things are better in real"* We became friends and met now and then, but to cut things short... One year later, It was few days shy of august, We were holding hands, walking around the plaza, when she suddenly drags me into a dark corner, looks me into the eye and then breaks into a tight hug, She leaves me surprised with an intense kiss, my mind dizzy, and we let go of eachother as the city lights become dim... Two years later, I thought nothing could go wrong, I was married to her and was working in a top post, but destiny had thought something else for me, I didn't know how things ended up like this... I was on my knees, and there were hundreds people running opposite of me, Red and blue lights discoed in front of my eyes, Sirens and announcements filled up my mind, Only men dressed in black and blue came towards me, They had shields and protective gears, they had formed a circle around me. My girl was crying about 300 meters away, held up by these dressed men, crying for me I guess. I noticed that I was all wired up in a mess, a machine tied to me ticking, and I only sweating... Two men with a toolbox ran towards me, they were observing my torso, No, maybe that ticking machine... And all I could do was look at my crying girl, and wonder if she would... if she would, for the last time, Hold me tightly... "      -  © OutcastDreamer
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
His Last wish was to hug his Wife
" I met her two years back in a park, I swear it was she, who approached me first! Don't know if it was an excuse or coincidence, We were sitting opposite, She basking in the sun, reading for fun... I too reading... but with a seriousness too deep to notice nature... Then she suddenly approaches me and says, Hey!! You are reading the same book as me, I glanced up in surprise (or was it 'awe'?)... and notice her holding up the same book, Paulo Coelho's 11 minutes... and I smiled but before I could say anything, she squeaked, *"Guess even you like books with **** things"*, and I finally finding my senses, exclaimed... *"It's a Coelho Classic. **** things are better in real"* We became friends and met now and then, but to cut things short... One year later, It was few days shy of august, We were holding hands, walking around the plaza, when she suddenly drags me into a dark corner, looks me into the eye and then breaks into a tight hug, She leaves me surprised with an intense kiss, my mind dizzy, and we let go of eachother as the city lights become dim... Two years later, I thought nothing could go wrong, I was married to her and was working in a top post, but destiny had thought something else for me, I didn't know how things ended up like this... I was on my knees, and there were hundreds people running opposite of me, Red and blue lights discoed in front of my eyes, Sirens and announcements filled up my mind, Only men dressed in black and blue came towards me, They had shields and protective gears, they had formed a circle around me. My girl was crying about 300 meters away, held up by these dressed men, crying for me I guess. I noticed that I was all wired up in a mess, a machine tied to me ticking, and I only sweating... Two men with a toolbox ran towards me, they were observing my torso, No, maybe that ticking machine... And all I could do was look at my crying girl, and wonder if she would... if she would, for the last time, Hold me tightly... "      -  © OutcastDreamer
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Abandoned like an unloved pet just outside the outskirts of Rio underneath some of the white washed slums you told me to wait there while you went for help, But of course you never returned discarding all responsibility glistening in the moonlight returning to your car and driving off like a panic led sprinter before I realised, Flying through the night across Copacabana beach pressing your hands on the wheels like Excalibur rising from the ground before freezing halfway, Cut and pasting your fear with each mile unsure which way next across the sea front towards the edge of the Sugarloaf Mountain, Then hiding in the shadows of the Art Museum in Sao Paulo, before then running   to the booths of the Se Church in Sao Luis, Among the Market sellers of the Porto Allegra Public Market in Rio Grande do Sol trading monies for blankets and hats, in a vein attempt to disguise yourself To smaller, less known places Like all the way down To Boa Vista Where your car finally died, And the Wreck of the Santa Maria Where you was tempted to hide in Or hide in the now dis-used lighthouse on Morro ***** and watch the sunrise go up and down each morning until you went stir crazy, Full well knowing I would caught up with you sooner or later no matter which way you ran Eventually.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Frankenstein in Rio
Close some doors today, not because of pride, incapacity, or arrogance, but simply because they lead nowhere - Paulo Coelho Nowhere hurts more than nothing.
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
Untitled
What I learned in life is, That no matter how good a person is, sometimes they can hurt you & because of this we must forgive. It takes years to build trust and only seconds to destroy it .. We don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.. The circumstances and the environment influence on our lives, but we are the one who responsible for ourselves.. That you have to control your acts or they will control you.. That patience requires much practice.. that there are people who love us, but simply don’t know how to show it.. That sometimes the person you think will hurt you and make you fall.. Is instead one of the few who will help you to get up.. You should never tell a child that dreams are fake, it would be a tragedy if they knew.. It’s not always enough to be forgiven by someone, in most cases you have to forgive yourself first.. That no matter in how many pieces your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop to fix it .. May be God wants us to meet all the wrong people first before meeting the right one.. So when we finally meet the right one we are grateful for that gift .. When the door of happiness closes, another door opens.. but often we look so long at the closed one.. we don’t see what was open for us .. The best kind of a friend is the kind in which you can sit on a porch and walk… Without saying a word & when you leave it feels it was the best conversation you ever had. It’s true we don’t know what we have until we find it, but its also true, we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.. It only takes a minute to offend someone, an hour to like someone, a day to love someone, but it takes a life time to forget someone. Don’t look for appearances, they can be deceiving, don’t go for wealth even that can fade, Find someone who makes you smile, because it only takes a smile to make a day better, find what makes your heart smile.. There are moments in life when you miss someone so much.. that you wish you can take them out of your dream and hug them for real.. Dream what you want, go wherever you want to go.. because you have only one life.. and one change to do the things you want to do .. The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything that comes their way. The best future is based on the forgotten past.. You can’t go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
What I Learned In Life by Paulo Coelho
What I learned in life is, That no matter how good a person is, sometimes they can hurt you & because of this we must forgive. It takes years to build trust and only seconds to destroy it .. We don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.. The circumstances and the environment influence on our lives, but we are the one who responsible for ourselves.. That you have to control your acts or they will control you.. That patience requires much practice.. that there are people who love us, but simply don’t know how to show it.. That sometimes the person you think will hurt you and make you fall.. Is instead one of the few who will help you to get up.. You should never tell a child that dreams are fake, it would be a tragedy if they knew.. It’s not always enough to be forgiven by someone, in most cases you have to forgive yourself first.. That no matter in how many pieces your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop to fix it .. May be God wants us to meet all the wrong people first before meeting the right one.. So when we finally meet the right one we are grateful for that gift .. When the door of happiness closes, another door opens.. but often we look so long at the closed one.. we don’t see what was open for us .. The best kind of a friend is the kind in which you can sit on a porch and walk… Without saying a word & when you leave it feels it was the best conversation you ever had. It’s true we don’t know what we have until we find it, but its also true, we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.. It only takes a minute to offend someone, an hour to like someone, a day to love someone, but it takes a life time to forget someone. Don’t look for appearances, they can be deceiving, don’t go for wealth even that can fade, Find someone who makes you smile, because it only takes a smile to make a day better, find what makes your heart smile.. There are moments in life when you miss someone so much.. that you wish you can take them out of your dream and hug them for real.. Dream what you want, go wherever you want to go.. because you have only one life.. and one change to do the things you want to do .. The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything that comes their way. The best future is based on the forgotten past.. You can’t go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
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I once knew a guy. He worked 2nd shift at a factory. This ************ was always complaining about how much he hated his job. How can he not be grateful to have a job that pays $9.75 an hour?! He would always say that he made $16.00 an hour when he was working construction, which he Had been doing since he was 15 years old. Is he a ******* lunatic? If I were making $16.00 an hour, Id have a hell of a drinking problem, and a wife who I could look at while we **** **** this kid is a rotten liar. That was his story until about 3 or 4 weeks later. Now he was a boxer. "Yeah, almonds are really high in protein, and protein helps build muscle back up after its broken down." I cant believe these ******* ignorant people are actually believing this kid. In less than a month he went from a supposed construction worker, to a boxer. ******* Bob the builder to Rocky… If he was making $16.00 an hour, why would he take this job? I asked him this one day, and he said, "My boss was just too much of an ******* What a line of **** Like I said. I would give my left ******* nut to be making that wage. If he's serious, then I am currently speaking to the dumbest ************ I have EVER met. "I'm a boxer now, don’t **** with me" Do you think you’re a badass because you're wearing a shirt that says Stone Gym, with a pair of boxing gloves around it? Let me explain something you little punk….If you were EVER to try some of your little **** games around me, I would take a ******* crowbar to your neck without a second thought. Think about it….What would win? A crowbar? Or some ******* tattooed knuckled hands? Think about it. 5 weeks later…. Next thing I know he is coming into work with books. Charles Dickens, Henry D. Thoreau, Paulo Coelho, Kahlil Gibran, Plato…. What the **** So you're really working your way up the ladder. You go from construction, to boxing, to being a ******* scholar? Let me tell you something you little ******* these ignorant factory pigs might be buying all of your ******** but I'm not. Let me guess….You're going to be writing poetry in the next "phase" of your life….
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
Story of My Life
I once knew a guy. He worked 2nd shift at a factory. This ************ was always complaining about how much he hated his job. How can he not be grateful to have a job that pays $9.75 an hour?! He would always say that he made $16.00 an hour when he was working construction, which he Had been doing since he was 15 years old. Is he a ******* lunatic? If I were making $16.00 an hour, Id have a hell of a drinking problem, and a wife who I could look at while we **** **** this kid is a rotten liar. That was his story until about 3 or 4 weeks later. Now he was a boxer. "Yeah, almonds are really high in protein, and protein helps build muscle back up after its broken down." I cant believe these ******* ignorant people are actually believing this kid. In less than a month he went from a supposed construction worker, to a boxer. ******* Bob the builder to Rocky… If he was making $16.00 an hour, why would he take this job? I asked him this one day, and he said, "My boss was just too much of an ******* What a line of **** Like I said. I would give my left ******* nut to be making that wage. If he's serious, then I am currently speaking to the dumbest ************ I have EVER met. "I'm a boxer now, don’t **** with me" Do you think you’re a badass because you're wearing a shirt that says Stone Gym, with a pair of boxing gloves around it? Let me explain something you little punk….If you were EVER to try some of your little **** games around me, I would take a ******* crowbar to your neck without a second thought. Think about it….What would win? A crowbar? Or some ******* tattooed knuckled hands? Think about it. 5 weeks later…. Next thing I know he is coming into work with books. Charles Dickens, Henry D. Thoreau, Paulo Coelho, Kahlil Gibran, Plato…. What the **** So you're really working your way up the ladder. You go from construction, to boxing, to being a ******* scholar? Let me tell you something you little ******* these ignorant factory pigs might be buying all of your ******** but I'm not. Let me guess….You're going to be writing poetry in the next "phase" of your life….
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I took this semester to study abroad I couldn't be on that campus anymore The one where your prestige follows you Even after you've been found guilty But even here In a medical classroom in the heart of São Paulo It finds me Your legacy, your good character Your side of the story It creeps in the shadows behind me Startling me Sending cold, damp shivers down my back And burning black anger and fear behind my eyes I exit the lecture and walk to the bathroom Flexing my freshly polished fingers Until they reach the back of my throat And *****
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
Your Acidity
According to Paulo coelho without solitude love will not stay long by your side, because love needs to journey through the heavens to reveal itself in other forms. So baby when. I whisper solitude like an unforgiven question mark Don't coil up in a ball of fury, with a mighty roar But please understand. my love,needs rest. My solitude is not the absence of your company but the moment where my soul is free Where my uncharted spirit is free to speak with it form My love needs to journey through many heavens to love you Baby realize this loving you is not easy my wondering eyes pierce  through many uncharted heavens contemplating whether there is another angel up above for me My solitude sets my mind free My solitude sets my heart free My Solitude reminds me that my love is an act of faith and not merely an exchange of wants. Baby realize this. It's so lonely when you don't know yourself My solitude reminds me of not being afraid of my own shadow my solitude reminds me of why I am enough My solitude howls at me like a shadow in the dark reminding me not to be afraid of the void . Of the unknown my solitude reminds me of why I said yes my solitude is my only warm embrace to why I spent countless nights dreaming  of you So please remember this embrace my solitude like a long lost love returning back to you and take faith in this even though I journey through countless Clouds into the heavens I will always come back to you. Free form from the atmosphere Ready to love.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Untitled
According to Paulo coelho without solitude love will not stay long by your side, because love needs to journey through the heavens to reveal itself in other forms. So baby when. I whisper solitude like an unforgiven question mark Don't coil up in a ball of fury, with a mighty roar But please understand. my love,needs rest. My solitude is not the absence of your company but the moment where my soul is free Where my uncharted spirit is free to speak with it form My love needs to journey through many heavens to love you Baby realize this loving you is not easy my wondering eyes pierce  through many uncharted heavens contemplating whether there is another angel up above for me My solitude sets my mind free My solitude sets my heart free My Solitude reminds me that my love is an act of faith and not merely an exchange of wants. Baby realize this. It's so lonely when you don't know yourself My solitude reminds me of not being afraid of my own shadow my solitude reminds me of why I am enough My solitude howls at me like a shadow in the dark reminding me not to be afraid of the void . Of the unknown my solitude reminds me of why I said yes my solitude is my only warm embrace to why I spent countless nights dreaming  of you So please remember this embrace my solitude like a long lost love returning back to you and take faith in this even though I journey through countless Clouds into the heavens I will always come back to you. Free form from the atmosphere Ready to love.
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From old women, though they have a name; This is not true, despite their knowledge For women; Judge if you can bring it, if not? On the other side. Instructions: Women And John, he sits on the mahogany plane If a girl is a girl, a girl is a ****** wait; Girls, girls, girls? same philosophy Revelation reported on women and children In the camp, Oregon and other birds? export all the young have the grrrls at the same time Apple Computer is one of the following: Women are sixteen years old, according to the Lord see sign should end; Lord, I pray for Area - Small pump for engine design For those who do not, "Inaso and John, Here it's one o'clock when they pray for good security and wealth Wayne Christian Dior - the power of musical intelligence uh, g16? Driving Hoodie 2 Ri, St. Ignatius, Joshua Beard, timothy, man and hair Osaka is the main leg of AHI, the leg of Akathiah Contact Bob Payne Kingpower Payment Hugh Aaron Trash Oxygen Cicero small Now Kingston is mistaken. Juan is Dear posts made by people; No Revelation in the camps, Oregon men and other birds? Export all titles and mothers, But when you go, but young have the grrrls at the same time Apple Computer is one of the following: In women sixteen years According to the Lord, see the mark should end; Lord, I pray for AACC, Canada, USA Matt, Matt, San Diego; Robert Burns, Cossack fire arch, Sao Paulo, India Robert Blake and Spain, Asia, Italy, Anthony Canada Madras Black Safari USA, Pakistan and Tajikistan Personal Society - Irish - URA from older women, although this name; This is not true, despite their knowledge For women; Judge if you can bring it, if not? On the other side. Instructions: Women And John, he sits on the mahogany plane If a girl is a girl, a girl is a ****** wait; Girls, girls, girls? same philosophy Revelation reported on women and children in camp, oregon and other birds? export all the young time Apple Computer according to the lord; Lord, I pray for women, though they have a name; This is true; For the purchase of five and seven women judge if you can bring it, if not? other side. Instructions: Women And John, he sits on a mahogany plane If a girl is a girl, then a girl is ****** wait; Girls, girls, girls? Same vision The publication reports on women and children In camp, Oregon and other birds? Export All the youth under grrrls at the same time Apple Computer is one of the following: According to God, there are sixteen year old women View sign should end; God, I pray Area - small pumps for engine design For those who do not, "Inaso and John, Here is one o'clock Safety and Wealth Wayne Christian Dior - Music power = Oh, G16? Driving Hudi 2Ri, St. Ignatius, Joshua Beard, Timothy, man and hair, steps of ahi Kingpay Payments Hugh Aaron Trash Oxygen ***** Minor Now Kingston is wrong Juan This Dear Posts Created by People No revelation in camp, Oregon men And other birds? Export all titles and moms, But when you go, but young Have grrrls at the same time Apple Computer is one of the following: According to God, sixteen years old, See that the mark should end; God, I pray AACC, Canada, USA Matt, Matt, San Diego; Robert Burns, Kosak Fire Arch, São Paulo, India Robert Blake and Spain, Asia, Italy, Anthony Canada Madras Black Safari USA, Pakistan and Tajikistan Personal Society - Irish - URA from old women, though this name; This is true; For the purchase of five and seven women; Judge if you can bring it, if not? other side. Instructions: Women And John, he sits on a mahogany plane If a girl is a girl, then a girl is ****** wait; Girls, girls, girls? Same vision The publication reports on women and Children at Camp Oregon and other birds? Export all the young men who can get the grrrls According to god; God, I pray
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
one o'clock [pray for good]
From old women, though they have a name; This is not true, despite their knowledge For women; Judge if you can bring it, if not? On the other side. Instructions: Women And John, he sits on the mahogany plane If a girl is a girl, a girl is a ****** wait; Girls, girls, girls? same philosophy Revelation reported on women and children In the camp, Oregon and other birds? export all the young have the grrrls at the same time Apple Computer is one of the following: Women are sixteen years old, according to the Lord see sign should end; Lord, I pray for Area - Small pump for engine design For those who do not, "Inaso and John, Here it's one o'clock when they pray for good security and wealth Wayne Christian Dior - the power of musical intelligence uh, g16? Driving Hoodie 2 Ri, St. Ignatius, Joshua Beard, timothy, man and hair Osaka is the main leg of AHI, the leg of Akathiah Contact Bob Payne Kingpower Payment Hugh Aaron Trash Oxygen Cicero small Now Kingston is mistaken. Juan is Dear posts made by people; No Revelation in the camps, Oregon men and other birds? Export all titles and mothers, But when you go, but young have the grrrls at the same time Apple Computer is one of the following: In women sixteen years According to the Lord, see the mark should end; Lord, I pray for AACC, Canada, USA Matt, Matt, San Diego; Robert Burns, Cossack fire arch, Sao Paulo, India Robert Blake and Spain, Asia, Italy, Anthony Canada Madras Black Safari USA, Pakistan and Tajikistan Personal Society - Irish - URA from older women, although this name; This is not true, despite their knowledge For women; Judge if you can bring it, if not? On the other side. Instructions: Women And John, he sits on the mahogany plane If a girl is a girl, a girl is a ****** wait; Girls, girls, girls? same philosophy Revelation reported on women and children in camp, oregon and other birds? export all the young time Apple Computer according to the lord; Lord, I pray for women, though they have a name; This is true; For the purchase of five and seven women judge if you can bring it, if not? other side. Instructions: Women And John, he sits on a mahogany plane If a girl is a girl, then a girl is ****** wait; Girls, girls, girls? Same vision The publication reports on women and children In camp, Oregon and other birds? Export All the youth under grrrls at the same time Apple Computer is one of the following: According to God, there are sixteen year old women View sign should end; God, I pray Area - small pumps for engine design For those who do not, "Inaso and John, Here is one o'clock Safety and Wealth Wayne Christian Dior - Music power = Oh, G16? Driving Hudi 2Ri, St. Ignatius, Joshua Beard, Timothy, man and hair, steps of ahi Kingpay Payments Hugh Aaron Trash Oxygen ***** Minor Now Kingston is wrong Juan This Dear Posts Created by People No revelation in camp, Oregon men And other birds? Export all titles and moms, But when you go, but young Have grrrls at the same time Apple Computer is one of the following: According to God, sixteen years old, See that the mark should end; God, I pray AACC, Canada, USA Matt, Matt, San Diego; Robert Burns, Kosak Fire Arch, São Paulo, India Robert Blake and Spain, Asia, Italy, Anthony Canada Madras Black Safari USA, Pakistan and Tajikistan Personal Society - Irish - URA from old women, though this name; This is true; For the purchase of five and seven women; Judge if you can bring it, if not? other side. Instructions: Women And John, he sits on a mahogany plane If a girl is a girl, then a girl is ****** wait; Girls, girls, girls? Same vision The publication reports on women and Children at Camp Oregon and other birds? Export all the young men who can get the grrrls According to god; God, I pray
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For the first time in my life I want to see her colored Stand on tiptoe Wait for my thousand tales of kings Navigate the ocean All year long just to see her swimming Oh My life don't stop following the road Keep walking the alleys Maybe they can follow you ... For a long time lived without time For many seconds lived as a secondary For many lists lived without being protagonist I want to be on tiptoe Get close to your hand And I will give you my heart I want to go through the steps Live in space and abandon myself in my own hug Knock on your door I wait for another time To tell you, look at the time I want to run through the rain I get wet in the bunches of grapes Twirl on the posts Create new clippings Ah ... I want to spend winter with you Knowing I'm already in my shelter I want to walk hand in hand Knowing that my heart will only have wings I want to get on the big wheel Speak, I love you with a thousand speakers Just not to lose you every moment ... Ah ... Young people know how they feel As incredible as it sounds, they've seen a shooting star The desperate write poems Lovers write books Drunks Write Flyers Writers write about themselves Ah ... The lunatics write for you Not knowing if in any universe will have you ... Already me? I can't dream without delighting in the words I can't drink without remembering you I can't see but I feel the feeling why Oh gosh! Maybe dive into the sea of ​​illusions Waiting for the sound of beautiful accordions The one of "s" Sofia's "S" Sofia of Paulo Paulo of Sofia And there she went ... Already me? For now I suffered
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
Sofia
For the first time in my life I want to see her colored Stand on tiptoe Wait for my thousand tales of kings Navigate the ocean All year long just to see her swimming Oh My life don't stop following the road Keep walking the alleys Maybe they can follow you ... For a long time lived without time For many seconds lived as a secondary For many lists lived without being protagonist I want to be on tiptoe Get close to your hand And I will give you my heart I want to go through the steps Live in space and abandon myself in my own hug Knock on your door I wait for another time To tell you, look at the time I want to run through the rain I get wet in the bunches of grapes Twirl on the posts Create new clippings Ah ... I want to spend winter with you Knowing I'm already in my shelter I want to walk hand in hand Knowing that my heart will only have wings I want to get on the big wheel Speak, I love you with a thousand speakers Just not to lose you every moment ... Ah ... Young people know how they feel As incredible as it sounds, they've seen a shooting star The desperate write poems Lovers write books Drunks Write Flyers Writers write about themselves Ah ... The lunatics write for you Not knowing if in any universe will have you ... Already me? I can't dream without delighting in the words I can't drink without remembering you I can't see but I feel the feeling why Oh gosh! Maybe dive into the sea of ​​illusions Waiting for the sound of beautiful accordions The one of "s" Sofia's "S" Sofia of Paulo Paulo of Sofia And there she went ... Already me? For now I suffered
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In an intimate discussion What are you up to these days? Just wandering vagabond ! What purpose did that serves anyways? In case is there any.... Yes,it serves me More & more time to discover The Me within ! That sounds great. Miserably.... Why so! You know what I found People's are always ignorant off. So why those're not You ..........."Paulo"..............-17.07.2015
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Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
#PauloCoelho
It was the downtown coffee shop where they first met A beautiful morning on the first of May. She glanced up from the Paulo Coelho book she was reading, Into hazel eyes that refused to look away. Fast forward to a year later, outside the same place. He got down on one knee. "I will love you forever, Marry Me" he said. She whispered "yes" for all the crowd to see. Five years later she lays in bed, On stained pillows that bore marks of the tears she has shed. Heaving dry sobs as she remembers way back when, He promised he wouldn't cheat on her again. Two months later she feels a pain in her chest. Doctor says it's terminal, she has a year at best. He breaks down and begs forgiveness for the cheating The deceit, the lies, and the girl who won't stop calling. She withers away right in front of his eyes And he's left with no answers and nothing but whys Remembering the day at the cafe where they first met She died 2 months later, leaving him with nothing but regret.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Coffee Shop