quinta-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2011

Smoothly

Smoothly

There are so many troubles. Get used...
Stumbles are the just before the altar;
Reminding me of when I saw the sea,
I have lost to the beauty course and against direction.
If after the tempests I aplomb,
I have learned how beautiful the love is,
Dressing the light of the silvery moon,
Drinking until satisfied, take from the juice.
In the various adventures of life,
I could hardly deceive me and I can believe
Life teaches us that the, day by day...
And God has given us guns to fight,
The perspicacity and certain brute force,
Remaining me just the poetry...

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