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  • Current Residence: vila nova de gaia
  • Interests: arts photos cinema architecture
  • Favourite movie: lars von trier , bergman
  • Favourite band or musician: alla pollaca
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:iconisabelucha:
Olá Nuno :)
Muito obrigada pela visita, pelas tuas simpáticas palavras e pelo :+fav: em Romantic Afternoon (é uma foto que me diz muito :blushes:)

Beijinho! :blowkiss:
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Muito obrigada pela note e pelo :+fav: :)
Ainda bem que gostaste.
Se precisares de alguma coisa é só pedir. :aww:
:hug:

--
What is the use of talking! And there is no end of talking—
There is no end of things in the heart."

- Li Po (translated by Ezra Pound)
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:iconnewzeeland:
Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H. Auden

--
newzeeland
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Se amanha nao chover vai estar um belo dia de sol

O sapateiro e verdadeiro

1234 e depois vem o 5

Sindicato para os Policias

Es vaidoso metes-te um pompom na tua franja

Os dentes do Antonio sao amarelos

Libertem a palestina

Vamos todos gritar GUTERRES GUTERRES
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