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I saw my feet in the air Each step finding dreams hanging Sending side to side They are almost all dead Shadows in brightening color falling Reflecting their bodies on poor people which has never dreamed Riches that think that exist dreamers sleeping with a tied face that causes scare They hugged and definitively clasped in stuff I rise a little more fleeing from the ground

Entertainment Industry of Rain

junio 20, 2026

If they are envolved employments were to dumps a national selection for protect their members sponsored against evident risks in plays, it is possible front imminent waterfall that put their products in falls down into market, we will see a turnaround from favorite pet and bets leading to results unthinkable. It must happen in conformity with the current situation in the process of classification of the national selections with more and less investment in relation to consumer confidence. The losses will be linked to higher levels of public disclaimer and monetary requirements. However, since most companies have been able to sell their products through offshore trading betting in business institutions and other international places, it does not mean to leave the entertainment industry to wind blow away. The national selections involve a series of events bonded with thoughtful choices weighted by business agents, influenced by lobbyists, sponsors, and political d...

I planted the dry seed

octubre 20, 2025

He was a good comrade She was sweet My mother is still the only terrain where I never would sprout she was magnificent did not need a dry seed in your country when I came I brought the presence I left her world of soft love for a mess where anything does not up I live there that is here In this spot I wrote these words, did not with words but with what could be It was my father with whom I learned to be what could be. In his imagination I was the germination. He would believe that it was here where the world could be good I fold my senses with what felt by father He was worse does not exist a garden or gardener light from alive eyes a beautiful joy a little here art is forbidden sadness desolation interdiction My mother had reason about because I showed me to her They never could know I could be what could not be I planted myself a far this place I

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PEDRO MOREIRA NT: I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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