quinta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2006

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e odeio-me... eu... eu...
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cala-te,........................................................................................... quero o teu silêncio

3 comentários:

M.B. disse...

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Mister B. disse...

Silence is emptiness. It draws things into itself, and gives birth to new things out of itself. Things that have been held back -- both the beautiful and the painful -- push to emerge into awareness when silence gives them the space. Whenever we are uncomfortable with silence -- by ourselves or as a group -- that is a sign that something needs to come forth.

Mister B. disse...

Vegetables are nice & friendly & so cute...

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ou carrega no misterb. azul...