Bia Lombardi

"A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy." - Nietzche

AUTHOR: Bia Lombardi DATE: 5/26/2005 04:52:00 am ----- BODY:
For May 26: Have you noticed that when someone else flirts, it’s labeled as “fun loving,” but when you flirt, it’s viewed as threatening?- ahahaha isso e totalmente verdade - Maybe this is a tribute to your devastating appeal. This morning, however, focuses on business rather than social interests, and requires excellent organization. A surprise opportunity may surface that is worth pursuing. Later this afternoon, you get word that a proposal has been accepted. So overall, things should improve today. LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.LIVRE. LIVRE. LIVRE.

LEVE. LEVE. LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.LEVE. LEVE.

SOLTA. SOLTA. SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.SOLTA. SOLTA.

FELIZ. FELIZ. FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ. FELIZ.FELIZ.

A vida sem aquela tonelada de puro "encosto" e maravilhosa mesmo. I really feel I could fly. Fly and conquer the world. Lalalala. Ouvindo varias musicas fodonas right now e eu poderia falar pelos cotovelos ou ate a lingua dar caimbra. Mas nao vou, nao quero. Quero guardar tudo isso so pra mim, dentro da minha alma que ja havia esquecido o que era ser genuinamente feliz. Por existir, por respirar. Love is the most explendorous thing really.

Lonely, my life used to be lonely Lonely like the lonely single number one Lonely like a lonely sun Without a single iota to shine upon Crying, deep inside I was crying Like the muddy Mississippi, my tears flowed Carrying with it my lonely soul Leaving no clue of who, where or what I would become Oh, how I longed to be possessed by one somebody To hold me, control me, show me what I should do with my broken life But oh, was I lifted when I let your light shine in my body Then I shed my sorrows for joy, love and you in my, my, my li-li-life I’m dancing to the rhythms of your love Singing sweet melodies of your sweet, sweet love Forever grateful for your love Money, oh how did I have money Enough to last me from start til the end of time With some more to leave behind And yet I was a cent-less pauper in distress I can, feel the very presence of your love here Though I’ve never seen the pleasure of your smile No, I’ve never touched your hand And yet you’ve given me eternal happiness

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