2010-05-15

F*ck That

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A Naked Soul

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A Game

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Destiny Is For Losers. It´s Just A Stupid Excuse To Wait For Things To Happen Instead Of Making Them Happen

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Einstein

great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds, the mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly.



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Remember that time when we were in each others arms?


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2010-05-10

It Was Not As Though She Didn't Interact With People, She Just Felt No Connection To Them.


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(L)


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And Above All, Watch With Glittering Eyes The Whole World Around, Because The Greatest Secrets Are Always Hidden In The Most Unlikely Places


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Guess If She Cares


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ART

i think everything in life is art. what you do. how you dress. the way you love someone, and how you talk. your smile and your personality. what you believe in, and all your dreams. the way you drink your tea and how you decorate your home. or party. your grocery list. the food you make. how your writing looks. and the way you feel. life is art.

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Laugh At Yourself First, Before Anyone Else Can


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Everything That Matters Is Gone


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Ser Capaz De Respeito É Hoje Em Dia Quase Tão Raro Como Ser Digno De Respeito


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2010-05-02

OverThinking OverAnlyzing




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Alone


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She Thinks Of Him In Colors That Dont Exist


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Her Best Friend


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Listen Up !


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They Dont Need A Ring


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Tambor

ai este coração                                                                                
só por ti sabe esperar                                                              
ai,amor de perdição



aqui na terra sem altar

ai este coração
que em cartas vai dizer



vai e volta na tua mão
vai e volta p'ra te ter

cada dia que passa
fica a terra mais gasta
cada dia que passa
fica o amor mais forte(2x)

ai este coração
bate mais ao dar-te a mão



vai e volta sem hesitar
à cida...de ao pé do mar
à cidade ao pé do mar

invento mais um momento
invento e estico o tempo

ai este amor em mim
ai ter-te sempre assim

cada dia que passa
fica a terra mais gasta
cada dia que passa
fica o amor mais forte(2x)



cada dia que amanhece
sem o teu abraço
não tenho sossego em mim



cada dia que amanhece
com o teu abraço
o céu fica mais perto de mim

cada dia que passa
fica a terra mais gasta
cada dia que passa
fica o amor mais forte
 
 
 
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She Decided To Free Herself, Dance Into The Wind, Create A New Language. And Birds Fluttered Around Her, Writing "Yes" Into The Sky


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She Turned Her Can'ts Into Cans And Her Dreams Into Plans.


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When She Got Sad, She Stops Being Sad And Being Awesome Instead


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Happy Girls Are The Prettiest !


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Happiness Starts With: One Word, One Joke, One Text, One Phone Call, One Song, One Hug, One Kiss... And Stops In One Mistake


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Why Should She Be First ? Because She's A Lady, That´s Why.


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Imperfection Is Beauty, Madness Is Genius. And It's Better To Be Absolutely Ridiculous Than Absolutely Boring.


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Forgive To Forget


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Every End Is A New Beginning.

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True Love Does Not Come By Finding The Perfect Person, But By Learning To See An Imperfect Person Perfectly

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2010-04-29

The Naked Truth Is Always Better Than The Best-Dressed Lie


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When Nothing Goes Right, Go Left.


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Things Fall Apart So That Other Things Can Fall Together


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Se Não Estiver Num lugar, Procura-a Noutro. Algures Estará À Tua Espera.

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"Os Portugueses são diferentes quando dizem adeus. Porquê? Quando se despedem uns dos outros, há qualquer coisa neles que se altera. Só quando se observa bem de perto é que se vê. À porta de casa, à saída do café, no fim de uma noite ou numa gare de estação, os Portugueses ficam mesmo diferentes quando se despedem de quem gostam. Ficam mais portugueses. Há sempre desespero e descrença quando se separam. Levei muito tempo a perceber porquê. É porque o português, quando se despede, é como se fosse para sempre".

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