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silly sleepless nights: Janeiro 2011
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No intentions of making points or straight lines. Just curves and sketches. Quinta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2011. There is a sleeping forest. Berried under desert's bitter sand. Where the wind blows lyrics. Of a burning love. In the shadows of the trees. Floating breathless down mad rivers. Until it finds safe shore. To plant roots of. Nothing grows on dry feelings. So we wait for tear season. To flourish forgotten dreams. Of our holly land. Clouds are gathering in the sky. Thundering warning of new times.
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No intentions of making points or straight lines. Just curves and sketches. Quarta-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2011. Photo: Atrium, Farwell Building from"The Ruins of Detroit", Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre. Inside an empty room. No chairs or tables. No carpet or tiles. Once there were people. And she was furniture. Que ótimo ver você por aqui. 12 de janeiro de 2011 03:33. Fazia tempo, né.rs. 13 de janeiro de 2011 23:04. Assinar: Postar comentários (Atom). Can you see the window? Can you see through?
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silly sleepless nights: Dezembro 2008
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No intentions of making points or straight lines. Just curves and sketches. Sábado, 20 de dezembro de 2008. Only meant to be through your decisions,. Good or bad paths will take you different places. But there’re no such things as right choices,. Only moving one piece of all the possibilities. Just don’t be still. Move. By your feelings, by your mind, heart. Don’t be still. Been selfish can also be a choice. Cause no one has got you point of view. So do as you wish, get what you want. Can you see through?
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Linhas soltas, asas rasgadas: Março 2005
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Linhas soltas, asas rasgadas. Freedom is just chaos with better lighting. São Paulo, SP, Brazil. Visualizar meu perfil completo. Em cartaz - Teatro. Adeus, Saramago :-(. Crônica de uma primeira vez. Pausa para café. Quinta-feira, março 31, 2005. É feito de tanto. Posted by Katia K. 00:54. Domingo, março 20, 2005. Memórias de uma sem asas. Sol tórrido em um domingo maçante. Trabalho a fazer. Poderia ser de outra maneira. Deveria. Não admira que os domingos tenham ares tão depois-de-amanhã. Amigas são pra ...
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Linhas soltas, asas rasgadas: Maio 2005
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Linhas soltas, asas rasgadas. Freedom is just chaos with better lighting. São Paulo, SP, Brazil. Visualizar meu perfil completo. Em cartaz - Teatro. Adeus, Saramago :-(. Crônica de uma primeira vez. Pausa para café. Domingo, maio 29, 2005. Home, where I wanted to go. Eu em casa (neste caso, minha casa sendo - ainda - Palotina) e todo mundo saiu por algumas horas. Paz ou solidão, a questão é totalmente relativa. Não me faz mal ficar sozinha. Absolutely. Até que é bom. Mas tudo bem. Se o sentido de soz...
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Linhas soltas, asas rasgadas: Abril 2005
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Linhas soltas, asas rasgadas. Freedom is just chaos with better lighting. São Paulo, SP, Brazil. Visualizar meu perfil completo. Em cartaz - Teatro. Adeus, Saramago :-(. Crônica de uma primeira vez. Pausa para café. Quarta-feira, abril 27, 2005. Ok, não me venha com isso quando o clima está nesse pé. O frio é bem mais que físico e a vontade de ficar na cama idem. Ninguém merece Curitiba! E mudança de mais uma pro cafofo da Mal. Floriano. As coisas vão se encaminhando para um final feliz, há de se...Mal c...
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silly sleepless nights: Fevereiro 2009
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No intentions of making points or straight lines. Just curves and sketches. Quinta-feira, 5 de fevereiro de 2009. Things are waiting for her. And she's waiting for things. But she's living today. That will take place tomorrow. Always one day ahead. She anxiously waits for today to end. Just wishing the next day to come. Maybe when today becomes yesterday. She'll realize that waiting is taking nowhere. Can you see the window? Can you see through? Things are waiting for her and shes waiting for t.
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silly sleepless nights: Maio 2011
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No intentions of making points or straight lines. Just curves and sketches. Sexta-feira, 20 de maio de 2011. For the time has come. To fight for our rights. Pull down the white flag. Our fists are sharp. Our screams are high. This is the winning battle. No evil shall overcome. Of those who struggle. Our fists are sharp. Our screams are high. This is the winning battle. They took our children. So we search for justice. They’ve harmed our brothers. So we show no mercy. Our fists are sharp. Give it a try!