el mundo

al reves

como la vida

misma

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Vamos fugir
Deste lugar, baby
Vamos fugir
Proutro lugar, baby

Qualquer outro lugar comum
Outro lugar qualquer
Qualquer outro lugar ao sol
Outro lugar ao sul
Céu azul, céu azul...
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Guernica

Pablo Picasso

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In the shadows

you and me

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A new path

Next Stop

You know it's time
that we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way

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She said, dont try to use me or slyly refuse me,
Just win me or lose me,
It is this that the darkness is for.

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L.C.

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An Eskimo showed me a movie
he'd recently taken of you:
the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
his lips and his fingers were blue.
I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
and I guess he just never got warm.
But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,

oh please let me come into the storm

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Man Ray
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I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
that's no way to say goodbye

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Leonard Cohen

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locuras desencadenas

sillas

paraguas

lamparas

nosotros

nosotros mismos

volando

disfrutando

riendo...

BreaksInGarraf

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the best is out there

take a drink

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wild is the

wild is the

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wind

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/Mr. O

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I

feel

like

dancing

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panoramicas

desenfoques

locuras

slopes

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Palm trees

in a sunset

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Sitges

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-memoria poética-

aquello que hace

hermosa nuestra

vida

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M.Kundera

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Hay una luz

que nunca

se apaga

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Seguir

caminant

Jugant

a viure

Per no

perdre't

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another day at the beach

31st December'06