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Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: September 2008

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Na Toca do Raposo. in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be. A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest. All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine. Thursday, 18 September 2008. Beloved Princess from the Alder Grove. I am lying, dreaming. Dreaming of your caresses. Turning this winter of longing. Into a perfect spring,. Where, seating in the edge of the sea,. I am lying, dreaming. You have ...

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Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: July 2008

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Na Toca do Raposo. in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be. A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest. All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine. Sunday, 20 July 2008. Como identificar um estudante de medicina (obrigado Sara). Toda a gente te pergunta com horror e expectativa se já viste um morto, sem importar o ano em que estás;. Puseste várias vezes a hipotese de mudar de curso, para c...

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Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: Precociously interrupted dream

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Na Toca do Raposo. in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be. A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest. All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine. Tuesday, 7 September 2010. A misterious girl dancing in the middle of a village square alone. Autumn leaves all around. Raising them in the air as she dances, making my nostrils feel the smell of a comming autumn. Ar condicionado para veiculos.

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Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: October 2010

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Na Toca do Raposo. in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be. A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest. All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine. Tuesday, 12 October 2010. Zygomatic reflections of a transatlantic explosion. She has run from a halfway house. Run away from a boring life. And right now she's falling down. Now I wonder if she'll live. To see another night. I wanna see the sky.

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Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: September 2010

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Na Toca do Raposo. in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be. A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest. All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine. Tuesday, 7 September 2010. A misterious girl dancing in the middle of a village square alone. Autumn leaves all around. Raising them in the air as she dances, making my nostrils feel the smell of a comming autumn. Wednesday, 1 September 2010.

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Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: Back in business

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Na Toca do Raposo. in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be. A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest. All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine. Friday, 2 July 2010. Oh yeah, ye cunts. I'll start publishing my poetry as soon as I get the exams a med school over with. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). You have lost yourself in the darkness and accidentally stumbled on the.

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Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: Global unwarming

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Na Toca do Raposo. in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be. A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest. All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine. Tuesday, 6 July 2010. Red sun sets over the cemetery grounds. Dying sun lighting the black with red hues. Lighting the dried blood with healing fire. See the oceans rising blue. With silver lining drowning you. In a sea that won't let you drown.

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Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: Looking out of my window

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Na Toca do Raposo. in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be. A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest. All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine. Tuesday, 17 August 2010. Looking out of my window. Strong winds up on the stratosphere. Touches not the world below. Touches not the filth of the human living. Scratches the clouds into shreds. Allowing for a waning moon to peek. Yep, that's me!

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Na Toca do Raposo... in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be.: Arrivederci

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Na Toca do Raposo. in the Foxman's lair. Dark and gloomy as a burough should be. A blog about life, love, poetry, biscuits, my bohemian wanderings in Coimbra and other stuff of no particular interest. All sprinkled with sincerity, humour and a LOT of red red wine. Wednesday, 1 September 2010. I am caught unawhare. This fish has traces of nuts. And a single strand of hair. That is no longer fair. On the looking glass. The song will wisper. Ar condicionado para veiculos. Pintura predial e residencial.