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The time that passes is as a print that we leave behind each of our passages... 
...  Peace, Happiness, Divide, Discovered, Construction ...
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Le temps qui passe est comme une empreinte que nous laissons derrière chacun de nos passages...
... Paix, Bonheur, Partage, Découverte, Construction ...

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Baton Paroles Associatio​nwrote:
Bonjour chère amie
Passe une bonne journée
Gros bisous
2 hours ago
Eddie Two Hawkswrote:
 
Hello dear friend
May peace and harmony always surround  you
18 hours ago
Carminawrote:


Duele que el mar, sitiado por la arena

renazca en cada aurora en cada espuma

y que la ausencia de la flor asuma

en nuevas rosas su verdad más plena.

Duele que el luto que la tarde estrena

resurja  en cada sombra en cada bruma

y que, perenne, el llanto se resuma

en las resurcciones de las penas.

Duele que el tiempo tome, sin medida,

a dar frescura al corazón inerte

de la naturaleza extremecida.

Os deseo una feliz semana

que seais todos muy felices

os quiere.

Carmina.

 
1 day ago
O vendedor de flores 05wrote:
Colheremos flores,
até os passáros terem inveja de nós...
 

 

Minha flor...

 

 

Se esta rua fosse minha,
eu mandava ladrilhar,
não para automóveis matar gente,
mas para criança brincar.

Se esta mata fosse minha,
eu não deixava derrubar.
Se cortarem todas as árvores,
onde é que os pássaros vão morar?

Se este rio fosse meu,
eu não deixava poluir.
Joguem esgotos noutra parte,
que os peixes moram aqui.

Se este mundo fosse meu,
Eu fazia tantas mudanças
Que ele seria um paraíso
De bichos, plantas e crianças. 

O vendedor de flores

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Poemas para brincar. Ática, 1990.
José Paulo Paes

2 days ago
° any ° Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ angel Ƹ̵̡Ӝ...wrote:
 
3 days ago
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