The Chain of MemoriesWhen memories are lost, memories are to be found. When memories are found, they are to be lost. To believe is to exist, to exist is to believe. Reality is what you make it to be, if it were to be in your mind. To remember is to forget, and to forget is to remember. If one memory were to be forgotten, did it really happen? If one memory were to present itself, is that reality? If one forgets only to to remember, did anything happen? What if one remembers only to forget? Memories are forgotten along the path as new ones present themselves along the way, to gain is to lose and to lose is to gain. Does one forget because one remembers? Or does onThe Chain of Memories
Autum windsThe winds swirl around in the air as I lay under the cover of the tall grass in the endless fields. They ripple like water as the wind passes, spreading the seeds of life and taking memories yonder the sun. I embrace the cool, peacefull feeling of the wind against me, drifting away in my peace as my worries and depression fly like birds over the horizon.Autum winds
Fall colors serve as the palette of nature, with its browns, auburns, oranges, reds, and yellows. It serves as a balance of harmony for the hot summers and cold winters. The middle ground...yes. Pleasantly warm and crisp, with a slight cool breeze of its own accord. Many a bluste
No rainbow in my grey skyToo much time has passed by to lament... ...guess that means I have to move foward.No rainbow in my grey sky
It's cliche'd how my life turned out this way, irony is bliss, isn't it?
Where's that blue sky behind those grey clouds? Guess it was only a rumour... Can I at least see a rainbow, just once in my life?
I live in murky water, oh well.
I wonder what true sadness feels like... ...guess I'll give it a shot.
Cry for me with parched eyes... ...like I need your pity.
Share with me your troubles while treating me to a drink... ...and I'll laug
A gentle rainIn this gentle rain, I think back of you. It is like speaking into the wind, like an eternal sequel. When you get my letter, quietly put it away. When time passes by, I guess you'll know how I feel. This is my first and foremost request.A gentle rain
With a restless inner self, and foolish daytime fantasies. Earnestly I await, the time that is to come. It is all in my letter, the one I sent to you. All collected like these raindrops in that letter. All my heart, and my soul, poured all in that letter.
A gentle rain, falling on the people. Neverless, they continue on. So
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+I'm Leonardo Freitas+
My Orkut:
RAFTAND
My Msn:
leo.photodesign@hotmail.com
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Dunkle wolken und finstere gedanken
die vollmondnacht zerbricht meine schranken
in mir kommr die gier auf gerier das ich massakrier
ich spur diese lust auf blut jetzt und hier
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Dunkle wolken und finstere gedanken
die vollmondnacht zerbricht meine schranken
in mir kommr die gier auf gerier das ich massakrier
ich spur diese lust auf blut jetzt und hier
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Dunkle wolken und finstere gedanken
die vollmondnacht zerbricht meine schranken
in mir kommr die gier auf gerier das ich massakrier
ich spur diese lust auf blut jetzt und hier
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