is natural … we leave at last … but … there are points where winners are … that’s life … in first place … another … and last but never stop … so no hallway … in the race of life … we are always gaining and losing the same time … and yes it is to fight and win in life!

where we would … No go out and where we were Without entering in the line of the disappearance …


…) I will not pretend I will write and let fluir.O what I write is undoubtedly a lágrima.Como wrote a tear as she is, sad, lonely, wet, solta.Deixa me wipe your tears, your pain, your sadness, your loneliness, this choke that is being só.Deixa me lick your tears, I drink the pain you feel (…)

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