The birds flew high in the sky. Danced with the clouds and the clouds also danced with each other. It was to be a happy day, and was being a happy day. Not for everyone, because happiness is something that not everyone feels about the same time. But above all, I was alive and had one more chance to enjoy the gift of life. Maybe learn to dance with the birds through the difficulties as they danced among the clouds, and dance along with others this crazy dance that I dub of life. (Carlos Santos)
Não é preciso ser real para amar a vida e ter amigos reais ... A amizade ultrapassa a fronteira da imaginação.
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sexta-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2014
Uma história / A tale
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