Mania marotaDisse, não disse, contradisse, dissera, quis dizer.Mania marota
Mas negou.
Menino, Manera tu tua mania marota de me torturar na maresia do mar, na melodia a titubear, na maneira marota de nao se apaixonar.
Seria som, saida sem suicida, se tão vazio não fosse o abismo quanto sou, quanto estou, quando penso que os olhos meus nao mais se cruzarão com os olhos teus.
Sabores salinos, saída e um suicida. Saudades e sem mais saúdes.
Saudaç
My name is Sandra and I am the Gallery Director for Photography.
Glad to see that you've recently become a deviant (that's what we call our members). There's a lot to see and to get involved with in this world wide art community. I'm happy to give you a hand if you need help with something or have questions.
You can click my avatar icon on the top left of this message to
get to my page and feel free to send me a note or just reply to
this message if you need me.
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Enjoy and welcome!
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