Não é desgraça ser pobre.

Não é desgraça ser pobre
não é desgraça ser louca
desgraça é trazer o fado
no coração e na boca
Nesta vida desvairada
ser feliz é coisa pouca
se as loucas não sentem nada
não é desgraça ser louca
Ao nascer trouxe uma estrela
nela o destino traçado
não foi desgraça trazê-la
desgraça é trazer o fado
Desgraça é andar a gente
de tanto cantar já rouca
e o fado teimosamente
no coração e na boca

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Telerrealidad.

Television portraits, Paul Graham.

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Maestría.

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Fiabilidad.

In relation to men and women, our most basic stereotypical expectation is simply that they will be different rather than the same. We actively look for differences, and seek out resources which discuss them. Faced with claims like BT’s ‘men stand up to make phone calls whereas women sit down’, our first reaction is more

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I do.

When I’m done with thinking, then I’m done with you When I’m done with crying, then I’m done with you When I feel so tired, then I’m done with you Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way. And I do. Wou can hear it, but I do. You can hear it, but I

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I know the only one for me can only be you.

The more I see you, The more I want you. Somehow this feeling Just grows and grows. With every sigh I become more mad about you, More lost without you, And so it goes. Can you imagine How much I’ll love you The more I see you As years go by? I know the only

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Fiebre.

Tener fiebre no es de ahora. Hace mucho tiempo que empezó.

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Elegancia.

If the stars were mine I’d give them all to you I’d pluck them down right from the sky and leave it only blue I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face so when others would have rain clouds you’d have only sunny days If the stars were mine I’d tell

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There is a light that never goes out.

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Song.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the

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