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#121 (or These streets of men) | Like Dylan...
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121 (or These streets of men). These are the streets of men. Smelling lemon and cheap alcohol. Pouring another drink from their plastic cup. Laughing in a false spark of joy. All the girls are already taken. There are only men in the sidewalks. They bump you walking forward. Last cry of their manhood. Perhaps the girls just went home. Without someone to bare their chest. They can’t descend to the bottom. At least they can’t be seen that way. I’ve seen two girls with their hands crossed. You are commentin...
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My Anything Bucket | Like Dylan...
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Using this blog exclusively to post this article. Coeurs is dead. What do i want from an Anything Bucket. I’m a methodical guy. I keep looking for the thing i want, the way i want and i’m never satisfied until my desire is pledged. I’ve been chasing in the past few months for the perfect setup of application to my workflow. I got stuck when choosing my Anything Bucket. I’ve heard they are the top of the market. What is a bookmark. Here lies my first issue with both Anything Buckets. Is all or nothing, or...
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October | 2009 | Like Dylan...
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Archive for the month "October, 2009". 111 (or The best sight is the mountain you can’t climb). October 16, 2009. 110 (or Those rules i’ve made for the game i never win). October 16, 2009. 109 (or Food Chain). October 12, 2009. 108 (or Always running). October 12, 2009. 107 (or Ventriloqual Wind). October 12, 2009. 106 (or Upcoming days/Routine of Yesterdays). October 12, 2009. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 5 other followers.
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September | 2009 | Like Dylan...
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Archive for the month "September, 2009". 105 (or Russian Roulette with Fake Bullets). September 29, 2009. 104 (or Grateful Dead). September 29, 2009. September 27, 2009. 102 (or The Sound of Thunder). September 25, 2009. September 25, 2009. September 22, 2009. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 5 other followers. Fábio S. Thibes. Com base na obra disponível em coeurs.wordpress.com. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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#118 (ou The Day the Music Died) | Like Dylan...
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118 (ou The Day the Music Died). The city lights are blurry now. It might be the spark of rain. Hiding deep in my eye. I’m not surprised all this happened. By the day the music died. I can’t feel the tune shivering my eardrums no more. I remember your complaint about my soundless chest. But now i see why broken hearts don’t beat. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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#117 (ou Leoa no Declive) | Like Dylan...
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117 (ou Leoa no Declive). Li sobre a leoa que se deitou no sol,. Ufanista com razão de seus pêlos dourados. Invejoso, o sol, lhe propôs um desafio:. Somente se iluminares mais que eu. Acharás um amor para sua vida. Depois de tentar algumas vezes, desistiu. Iluminavas nem seu caminho, quem dera de alguém. Seguiu procurando um lugar onde houvesse só ela. Saiu até do alcance de seu respirar. Entretanto, um dia, tropeçou. Que pedra foi essa que ficou em seu caminho? Uma sombra surgida no meio do limbo? Por i...
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November | 2009 | Like Dylan...
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Archive for the month "November, 2009". November 19, 2009. November 4, 2009. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 5 other followers. Fábio S. Thibes. Foi licenciada com uma Licença Creative Commons - Atribuição - Uso Não-Comercial - Partilha nos Mesmos Termos 3.0 Não Adaptada. Com base na obra disponível em coeurs.wordpress.com. Permissões adicionais ao âmbito desta licença podem estar disponíveis em https:/ coeurs.wordpress.com.
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Oscars 2013 | Like Dylan...
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#119 (ou Wonderful Tonight) | Like Dylan...
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119 (ou Wonderful Tonight). How pretty do you feel tonight? You dress a nice black gown. And a smile from ear to ear. But there is something missing, isn’t it? You hang out with your last nite friends. They can tell you some soft words. Your well-shaped legs exposed. To the light of the lamposts. And you’ll drink a few shots of tequila. The poor bottle is the usual suspect. It’s strange, but it is not to blame,. Whenever someone takes off your dress. Don’t you feel a bit naked? Streaming down your cheeks.
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116 (ou Short poem on tattoos). You’re just like your tattoo. Everyone praises how it looks. But no one knows what is written. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). January 30, 2011. 115 (ou The Cello of Rapunzel). May i take you by the elbow. Like those cowboys in the movies? How narrow is the meadow. When you want to heal your bruises? What hurts you in the marrow? Is it the strength of your beauty? When the strings of a cello. Sound like pure cruelty?