That i used to be. For i no longer recognise your reflection,. All of which is a distant memory,. And i barely identify with the words. That once crossed my mind. That even if life does not get better. The elegy of who i was. Leave a comment on farewell. I envisioned that when i recovered.

A fairy tale come true. The good, the bad and the ugly. A poem about modern grandparents. An African Thunderstorm a poem. How to make a rich chocolate cake or cupcakes. Sir Chocolate is made .

By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.

Segunda-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2011. Mesmo estando encoberto por nuvens escuras, a luz do sol continua a brilhar por trás delas. Não importa que pareça ser uma obra muito modesta o que vale é tornar felizes nossos semelhantes e a prática desta obra aparentemente modesta é que será o início da expulsão das .

There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.