Desencalha, Wanderson!

Porque a gente tem que ajudar as pessooouuuas, né? Porque, né, Deus pediu.

Então tá, lá vai: DESENCALHA, WANDERSON

Who am I?

Anyone who loves someone, savvy?

Et il n'est pas quelq'un, ça va?

Il est tout et un petit plus.. :D

He's my very special one.

Ah... l'amour..


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Morro várias vezes só para experimentar a ressurreição. (Lispector)

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Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

The sky was on fire
When I walked to the mill
To take up the slack in the line
I thought of my friends
And the troubles they've had
To keep me from thinking of mine
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

The moon has a face
And it smiles on the lake
And causes the ripples in Time
I'm lucky to be here
With someone I like
Who maketh my spirit to shine

Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

Mas a gente tem que fazer essas coisas para seguir vivendo. (Caulfield)

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, an what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them. They're quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father. They're nice and all--I'm not saying that--but they're also touchy as hell. Besides, I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything.



... Mas pra onde raios vão os peixes quando o lago congela?!