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Jardim Botânico - SP

 

O Meu Guri... - Chico Buarque - Video com Belas Fotos.

Futebol de praia, em Bairro Novo - Olinda / Pernambuco

"You're a Skywalker, Cade! Act like one!"

--Kol Skywalker

 

Cade Skywalker was a Human male who was bounty hunter and pirate, once the Jedi Padawan of Wolf Sazen. He was the son of Kol Skywalker and Nyna Calixte (also known as Morrigan Corde), as well as a descendant of Luke and Anakin Skywalker.

 

lago d'Orta, Italy

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....e tutto tace, lo vedi sento anch'io la pace....

At first I thought Cade's hair was a mess when i purchased it on ebay, I found a solution by putting a hat and by giving him a bangs.

Where´s my north ???

  

Centro do Rio... hoje 06 07 06

 

((للتواصل))

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بدأت الإختبارات ادعولي بالتوفييق

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اسئلتكم : ask.fm/aminahJ

Malaga is a city located in the southern region of Spain, known for its beautiful beaches, rich history, and vibrant cultural scene. It is the birthplace of famous artist Pablo Picasso and features many museums and galleries dedicated to his work. The city also boasts a well-preserved old town, stunning architecture, and delicious cuisine.

* صورتها بالجوال

أدري إنها شينه بس لعيون سارة♥

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Génévrier Cade - Juniperus oxycedrus

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HAPPY NEW YEAR FOR ALL and PHOTOGRAPHIC PLEASURES !

Photo By: Cade Nansen

 

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Bury all your secrets in my skin.

Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins.

The air around me still feels like a cage

And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again...

 

So if you love me, let me go.

And run away before I know.

My heart is just too dark to care.

I can't destroy what isn't there.

 

Deliver me into my Fate -

If I'm alone I cannot hate

I don't deserve to have you...

Ooh, my smile was taken long ago,

If I can change I hope I never know.

 

I still press your letters to my lips

And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss.

I couldn't face a life without your light,

But all of that was ripped apart, when you refused to fight.

 

So save your breath, I will not care.

I think I made it very clear.

You couldn't hate enough to love.

Is that supposed to be enough?

 

I only wish you weren't my friend.

Then I could hurt you in the end.

I never claimed to be a Saint...

Ooh, my own was banished long ago,

It took the Death of Hope to let you go

 

So break yourself against my stones

And spit your pity in my soul.

You never needed any help...

You sold me out to save yourself...

 

And I won't listen to your shame.

You ran away, you're all the same.

Angels lie to keep control...

Ooh, my love was punished long ago,

If you still care, don't ever let me know...

If you still care, don't ever let me know...

تصوير دعائي ابسيط ومتواضع :)

Piazza duomo a Trento ricoperta di neve sotto il periodo natalizio

 

novembre 2008

View On Black

 

E dimmi a che serve sperare

se piove e non senti dolore

come questa mia pelle che muore

che cambia colore

che cambia l’odore

Tu dimmi poi che senso ha ora piangere

piangere addosso a me

che non so difendere questa mia brutta pelle

così sporca

tanto sporca

com'è sporca

questa pioggia sporca .....

 

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Até os passarinhos estão sentindo a falta do calor.

 

"Dreams that do come true can be as unsettling as those that don't."

Brett Butler

  

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تجربة في السبلاش حسيتها نوعا ما جيدة

اتمنى اكون وفقت فيها لانها كلفتني خسائر مادية كثيرة ههههه

Niagara Falls Portrait Photographer Jennifer Blakeley www.JenniferBlakeley.com

The sky was perfect for the glass wall.

 

Cade la pioggia e tutto lava

cancella le mie stesse ossa

Cade la pioggia e tutto casca

e scivolo sull’acqua sporca

Si, ma a te che importa poi

rinfrescati se vuoi

questa mia stessa pioggia sporca

E dimmi a che serve sperare

se piove e non senti dolore

come questa mia pelle che muore

che cambia colore

che cambia l’odore

Tu dimmi poi che senso ha ora piangere

piangere addosso a me

che non so difendere questa mia brutta pelle

così sporca

tanto sporca

com'è sporca

questa pioggia sporca

Si ma tu non difendermi adesso

tu non difendermi adesso

tu non difendermi

piuttosto torna a fango si ma torna

E dimmi che serve restare

lontano in silenzio a guardare

la nostra passione non muore

ma cambia colore

tu fammi sperare

che piove e senti pure l’odore

di questa mia pelle che è bianca

e non vuole il colore

non vuole il colore

no..

no..

I've been wanting to do a shoot with Cade for over a year now, ever since I heard him play his guitar and sing at a music workshop. He's a college junior from Kentucky who writes his own songs, runs track for the SEC, and majors in business. I hope he will be able to use these images to market himself. Regardless, he's the kind of guy who's going to be successful at whatever he does.

La neve cade, cade.

E l'uomo ascolta

  

Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)

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