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ophi_3: 07/11

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. Speak to me in a language i can hear. Humor me before i have to go. Deep in thought i forgive everyone. As the cluttered streets greet me once again. I know i can't be late, supper's waiting on the table. Tomorrow's just an excuse away. So I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own. The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet. At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk. Steeple guide me to my heart and home.

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ophi_3: Asha's Brimful

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. Como uma ponte sobre água agitada, eu irei colocar-me - navega, miúdo prateado, chegou a tua vez de brilhar - os teus sonhos estão a caminho. What if you slept. You went to heaven. And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower. You had that flower in you hand. Ah, what then? Poor little foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face. Is the spirit and the power,. We in ourselves rejoice!

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ophi_3: Thirty_Three

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. Speak to me in a language i can hear. Humor me before i have to go. Deep in thought i forgive everyone. As the cluttered streets greet me once again. I know i can't be late, supper's waiting on the table. Tomorrow's just an excuse away. So I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own. The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet. At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk. Steeple guide me to my heart and home.

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ophi_3: Buried_Knife

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. Can I explain this to you? Are entrances the mouths of caves. I issue from wonderful interiors. Upon a blessed sea and a fine day,. From inside these caves I look and dream. Your hair explicable as a waterfall. In some black liquid cooled by legend. Fell across my thought in a moment. Became a garment I am naked without. Lines drawn across through morning and evening. And in your body each minute I died.

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ophi_3: Nuit(et)_Brouillard

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. Paroles et musique : Jean Ferrat. Ils étaient vingt et cent, ils étaient des milliers. Nus et maigres tremblants, dans ces wagons plombés. Qui déchiraient la nuit de leurs ongles battants. Ils étaient des milliers, ils étaient vingt et cent. Ils se croyaient des hommes, n'étaient plus que des nombres. Depuis longtemps leurs dés avaient été jetés. Dès que la main retombe il ne reste qu'une ombre. Mais qui donc...

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ophi_3: 01/11

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. 171;The day broke gray and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A woman servant came into a room in which a child was sleeping and drew the curtains. She glanced mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and went to the child's bed. "Wake up, Philip," she said. Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham. Usou pela primeira vez a palavra.

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ophi_3: 06/11

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. Concluo aqui um capítulo destas apresentações a partir da construção feita de intimidades e desta vez é com imagens picto esculptóricas que me acompanharam; primeiro um semi-busto do sagrado coração. Que sempre transportei, lascado do lado esquerdo, deixando ver por um pequeno orifício redondo, o seu oco interior; entretanto muitos passaram – de gonçalo. Da senhora da abadia à do vencimento. De jorge a roque.

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ophi_3: 11/10

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. Enquanto assisto à educação agrícola. Ao documentário sobre aquecimento global e manchetes com assaltantes e bolsas de resistência tóxica, espirrando sobre o aquecedor a gás emprestado - agora a funcionar graças ao senhor borges que trocou gratuitamente a botija - decido o que vou fazer hoje: se apresentar os animais ou voltar ao branco das alturas. Na gravação conduzida por celibidache. Como uma hora que pár...

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ophi_3: As Coisas XII/XIII

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. Concluo aqui um capítulo destas apresentações a partir da construção feita de intimidades e desta vez é com imagens picto esculptóricas que me acompanharam; primeiro um semi-busto do sagrado coração. Que sempre transportei, lascado do lado esquerdo, deixando ver por um pequeno orifício redondo, o seu oco interior; entretanto muitos passaram – de gonçalo. Da senhora da abadia à do vencimento. De jorge a roque.

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ophi_3: Bruma dos Dias

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8220;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi. Também por aqui passam os danúbios do passado mas, graças ao EDIT. Ele há coisas fantásticas, não há? Mudámos a ordem, redatamos depois de redigirmos e digitarmos, para dar entrada aos grandes desanúvios do presente. What if you slept. You went to heaven. And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower. You had that flower in you hand. Ah, what then? Poor little foal of an oppressed race! Lhe serve para fugir.