A Pen's walkBy walkin on the streets of life, all these short years, I wish they were only Springs, nut, then it would be a fairy tale. Since a long ago they aren't written anymore. Well, this here is more like Real life, you see.A Pen's walk
There is company on the streets sometimes, though, most of the time you'll be on your own, alone, even if among the crowd, it just makes you feel more solitaire, in truth.
And by all these people on the crowd it gets hard to even see your shadow, you can't knows about you. Glancing through a mirror the reflection came unknown. Who is that person?
You're pennyless. You're a mistery to yours
Ceifeiro
waza waza beam
Exhilarated
and invite to visite my gallery
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No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
Hope you'll visit my gallery again
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my macro gallery [link]
Hope you'll visit my gallery again
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my macro gallery [link]
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