Looking at newspapers, is like expecting winning the lottery.
Friday, 21 September 2012
Saturday, 15 September 2012
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Saturday, 8 September 2012
You are beautiful. Where are you?
Lisbon is so beautiful that it is a shame that it is being shreaded by capitalist historyless countries that are more interested in superfluous objects and oil than history heritage. I hope the hills and old burroughs can sustain these heartless measures, and save us from this loom fate.
You are beautiful. Where are you?
You are beautiful. Where are you?
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
All work and no love makes Jack a sad boy.
All waiting and no answers makes it hurt a little more.
You know it's over, but sometimes we fall in love,
and no one will help to support your back, they're all gone.
Why you say the end is near, when you be in love, again,
If the moment is here, and now it's over. Why you're alone?
It's so easy to laugh, easy to be kind, and love is natural and real,
If you can feel, and gentle, why are you on your own tonight?
If you are so clever, why are you on your own tonight?
With your trophies and kind, why are you on your own? Goodbye
All waiting and no answers makes it hurt a little more.
You know it's over, but sometimes we fall in love,
and no one will help to support your back, they're all gone.
Why you say the end is near, when you be in love, again,
If the moment is here, and now it's over. Why you're alone?
It's so easy to laugh, easy to be kind, and love is natural and real,
If you can feel, and gentle, why are you on your own tonight?
If you are so clever, why are you on your own tonight?
With your trophies and kind, why are you on your own? Goodbye
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