sexta-feira, 20 de março de 2009
quinta-feira, 19 de março de 2009
SON, HATE THE SUN! HATE THE SUN!
os bebes quando se perdem dos pais, nunca vão ao encontro do sol... magoa a vista, por isso procuram o escuro para guardar as lagrimas e encontrarem o colo dos pais...
... os pais desesperados nunca esfriam a cabeça, molhão sempre os pés, dando um mergulho num espaço vazio de tempo... e aí encontram, no interior deles o abraço das lagrimas dos filhos e o calor da luz... vida.
... os pais desesperados nunca esfriam a cabeça, molhão sempre os pés, dando um mergulho num espaço vazio de tempo... e aí encontram, no interior deles o abraço das lagrimas dos filhos e o calor da luz... vida.
quarta-feira, 18 de março de 2009
the issue here is that the gouvernement/state have programmes, and this is what the muppets on wall street are saying... justifications...
...in this cases we're talking about,
the bonuses can not be accepted.
the numbers are highest than the size of the earth,
highest than the sise of my wallet thinking...
we can have our business,
i've one,
i live in the garden's banks, down the broklin bridge,
(hello BECKHAM)
like many others,
i've a blue boat and i love to fish,
the chipps, the salad and the burgers on the garbage in the spring,
it's been a stormy winter on the street,
people on the street are like a red lagosta/lobster on the eruption of a vulcan,
i'm happy, it's home,
it's like the wings of the wind.
in faith to find the arising of my tree prayers,
the balance for life.
the thing here, is that the unknowledge above the streets is highest or it's itself blinded by some who don't want to see the reality of the people that lives on the street or whose interest are nothing but theirs...
...it seems there's something out there... someone out there with knowledge and with a bad speech for them...
life have it's ups and downs,
and the down it's now on wall street and on the news... papers,
bad policys, bad information and hided public interests and rights.
the bonuses can not be accepted.
the numbers are highest than the size of the earth,
highest than the sise of my wallet thinking...
we can have our business,
i've one,
i live in the garden's banks, down the broklin bridge,
(hello BECKHAM)
like many others,
i've a blue boat and i love to fish,
the chipps, the salad and the burgers on the garbage in the spring,
it's been a stormy winter on the street,
people on the street are like a red lagosta/lobster on the eruption of a vulcan,
i'm happy, it's home,
it's like the wings of the wind.
in faith to find the arising of my tree prayers,
the balance for life.
the thing here, is that the unknowledge above the streets is highest or it's itself blinded by some who don't want to see the reality of the people that lives on the street or whose interest are nothing but theirs...
...it seems there's something out there... someone out there with knowledge and with a bad speech for them...
life have it's ups and downs,
and the down it's now on wall street and on the news... papers,
bad policys, bad information and hided public interests and rights.
STILL IN WORK COMMANDER'
TPC IS EVERYONES NEED, LET THE BIRDS SING, IT WAS A SUCESSEFUL LAUNCH AND FLIGHT, CONGRATULATIONS TO EVERY ONE
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