

Prolixo rolar do marO mar é O velho balançar Põe'ntra e sai Do vai e vem concretoProlixo rolar do mar
Com credo da onda Da fonte, de fronte, o vento Mar lar meu é Dado, rola à casa, lar
M'entras a maré Alta. Ulterno, vê-se do Pier, Se[r] ignóbil, [c]ontra, vil
Ir com ela, indo-se, Em bolo, abjeto, Distanciar-se-ia
Siesta, sem ela Se resta ar A este, reste
Descanse De transes Que dentram Em si ão
Mão do restelo Em rés tê-lo Deixa de fato O fado que falo E nesta ré Mingue
Rete
achei um grupo de brasileiros!!
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Tá aí!
^__^
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If I knew how to take a good photograph, I'd do it every time.
Robert Doisneau.
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Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I supposed to do?
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through?
BTW, thanks for your old ones for me
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Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I supposed to do?
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through?
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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