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Segunda-feira, Outubro 29, 2007 :::
o importante é se adaptar a cada novo momento do que a vida te oferece
e acreditando que nada sera alem do quer podera ter sido,
ou que deveria ser...
::: posted by JORANE CASTRO at 10:39 AM
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espera, espera, espera, espera, espera
::: posted by JORANE CASTRO at 10:31 AM
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Quarta-feira, Outubro 24, 2007 :::
foi uma linda noite de lua
nao era amor, era furia, era desejo...
era algo assim que nem sei...
ou sim... ou nao...
to me sentindo leve e feliz...
com marcas selvagens no corpo
::: posted by JORANE CASTRO at 9:37 PM
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Quinta-feira, Outubro 18, 2007 :::
porque alguem deve admitir que esse moço é uma provavel prova da existencia de deus...
::: posted by JORANE CASTRO at 2:09 AM
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Love Is Just A Four-letter Word
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
With eyes that showed no trace of misery
A phrase in connection first with she I heard
That love is just a four-letter word
Outside a rambling store-front window
Cats meowed to the break of day
Me, I kept my mouth shut, too
To you I had no words to say
My experience was limited and underfed
You were talking while I hid
To the one who was the father of your kid
You probably didn't think I did, but I heard
You say that love is just a four-letter word
I said goodbye unnoticed
Pushed towards things in my own games
Drifting in and out of lifetimes
Unmentionable by name
Searching for my double, looking for
Complete evaporation to the core
Though I tried and failed at finding any door
I must have thought that there was nothing more
Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word
Though I never knew just what you meant
When you were speaking to your man
I can only think in terms of me
And now I understand
After waking enough times to think I see
The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity
Blow up in smoke, its destiny
Falls on strangers, travels free
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me
And I do not really need to be
Assured that love is just a four-letter word
Copyright © 1967
::: posted by JORANE CASTRO at 2:08 AM
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Domingo, Outubro 14, 2007 :::
corpo cansado e doído e marcado
alma insensata que continua sem cessar
em busca de uma felicidade eventual e um equilibrio qualquer
::: posted by JORANE CASTRO at 12:03 PM
