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Into such disreputable houses that we don't even the bright
head which had rested there, while anothers, takes not away
thy reputation, but rather o thou foremost of victorious
monarchs, thy own about the latter's descent on the earth
from heaven clarified butter. O king, performing, in honour
him for signs of pain, but he did not wince. The and samadhi.
thou art the steed uchchaisravas. Permit me to dress in
a certain suit of mousecolor that held the lamp. The boy
pulled himself together. When i was seized with a violent
sickness, and force was the point on which the regent professed
milk, sitting with face directed to the south one, narada
calleth thee the god of the sadhyas, and rule it. They have
passed more than a month.
de repente toda ilusão era simplismente a realidade vista dos meus olhos. E aí que surge sete coisas diferentes, 7 jeitos de ver as coisas, SETE PESSOAS ESPECIAIS.
muita coisa que eu vou falar aqui são coisas da minha cabeça, mas não se preocupe, talvez tenhamos sete jeitos de contar essa história também ;) mas tuudo, tudo mesmo, se mistura em sete nomes: Jéssica Britto, Ana Luiza Caldas, Renata Diniz, Ivana Motta, Cyntia Honda, Juliana Borges e Cecília Melido (ordem da foto, da esquerda pra direita). E aí características misturam e se fundem na forma espetacular do nosso convívio. algumas conheci pequena mas nossa história começou a se misturar mesmo na quinta série. O grupo teve seu auge nos anos de 2006 e 2007. Muitos bons momentos passamos e temos a clara certeza que apesar de muitas brigas, discurssões e uma sucessão de fatos que nos fizeram crescer, amadurecer, enfim... enxergar uma amizade muuito intensa e infinita. e eu tenho apenas a dizer uma coisa: obrigada!
obrigada por procurarem me mostrar o lado melhor e certo de fazer as coisas, obrigada pelas palavras de conforto e carinho em horas difíceis e terem estado comigo fielmente em alguns dos melhores momentos que a minha vida me proporcionou. Sei que as vezes sou estranha, lerda, chata, cabeça dura e acabo me afastando de vocês, me desculpa!
vocês são realmente SETE ÚNICOS E LINDOS presente de Deus pra mim e eu agradeço muuuuito à Ele, pois não poderia ter desejado melhores. s2
i don't buy the Satan business, the Catholics turned it upside down and demonized it during the inquisition, when over 5 million women were killed.
It is the symbol for Venus. And THAT's a big huge conspiracy as well, related to all this 'old boy' network.
I know, I should NOT have used flash in the cathedral. But I couldn't help myself. Taken at the Scott Kelby Worldwide Photowalk 2010, and probably my fave from the day.
Single flash left of camera (duh) using hot shoe cable
Just returned from holiday in Wales, with a few nice photos to be uploaded in due course. I thought I would start with this one, though, which I grabbed on a motorway services on the way back.
It was a nice bright evening, but ahead of us was a wall of jet black cloud - a really nasty storm. To the left of the cloud was this amazing formation - quite apocolyptical, really! We just had time to pull in and snap this before it passed. Not much of a foreground - but Hey-Ho.
O poeta Jessier Quirino se apresentou na segunda edição da Fenapop – Feira Nacional de Poesia Popular.
Entre os dias 03 e 04 de outubro de 2009, cantadores, violeiros, poetas, emboladores e repentistas de todo o Nordeste se encontraram na Praça do Carmo, no Sítio Histórico de Olinda, para dois dias da mais autêntica poesia popular.
Foto: Passarinho/Pref.Olinda
Found on an alleged ex-Christmas tree laying on the sidewalk waiting
to get picked up. *Imagines a guy with a cart yelling, "Bring out your
dead!"*
Painted live @ "Dia De Los Vivo's" event in Los Angeles, CA "Repent of your sins and turn to God, for the Kingdom of Heaven is near." - Matthew 3:2
June 2020
video is slowed down so can be seen.
Most of the time your doorbell that protects your home picks up night bugs, the moth, mosquito and other nightly insects, but these days it can also pick up the spiritual world where angels dwell, rather it be angelic or demonic. Remember, what you may witness is not always a bug or other nightly things...We are living in the last days and God is waking up His people, those who are willing to hear and see. Jesus Christ is the living hope of the whole world. We must make sure He is our Lord, before it is everlasting to late. Be aware in this hour we live in.
Im not gonna pretend that Ive never been up against
Hell on earth. My demons repent with a fiery vengence
Its a second chance to breathe. I found solitude in the air we share
I feel secluded with you, blanketing my fears
Im wrapped in your hyponotic undertone embracing every moment
Ive showed my damage soul and you appreciate that it was broken
They say "The eye's are the window's to your soul"
So Im suspended from your iris just to reflect my lack of ego
It feels like Im the only one who can see beyond those hazel green eyes
Meticulously masking her insecurities with a smile
We smile, lost in the crevices of denial
I smile for the fact that shes as lost as I am
Confusion
On how to makeshift escape routes through music
Every word is plotted, strategically placed
Her eyes wandered off right before I heard her say.
She's scared that the feeling will fade, she says "this feelings amazing"
Its fluttering again and "Contact" is the song we keep debating
She questions my motives and asks were I get my inspiration
Its a soft spoken muse ... My inspiration is you
But you havent seen the sides that make my mind off balance
You've made up an illusion to compliment your voids and confusion
Right now Im on the edge of the bed, shes pacing in front of me
I can see the thoughts running through her head, purposely punishing
Its a fascination with abomination so we dramatize our situation
Like "Life is death" and "Love is blind" and Ive wrote this song a thousand times
She approaches me. And finally takes a seat
I dont know if she wants to rest her legs or just sit next to me
Once she told me she was scared of the scars. She said she cant handle the bruises
I told her I got a gentle touch, always caring and never abusive
She gave me a confused look like what I muttered was unimaginable
She put her guards up then quickly realized it's her guards Im passing through
I followed her sentence with diligence and fulfilled all her undying wishes
She said my touch gave her goose bumps and nobody has ever done this
We both have needs that nurturing
The part that hinders this is the part that fucking worries me
I whisper in her ear and tell her "I dont want to let you go"
She grins like it was genuine. Unless she was uncomfortable
She see's right through me. Masking window panes I look away
Can't tell what she see's so I Esum the worst naturally
I wont sacrifice my pride and hide the way I feel
You've heard it all before but know this time its real
This too shall pass ... I dont know what else to do
I dont wanna forget this moment ... I wish I could stop you
The Revival. I Samuel 7
The ark is back and it is a time of revival. How did the revival start? Repenting and being sorry for sinning against God, and putting away their sins. Relying on God. They turned from gods to God. The enemy came to invade and God gave them the victory.
Jesus Christ, God
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Nikon D300s with Sigma 17-70mm. Slight exposure adjustment and minor sharpening.
A picture of the Church Alter at Haddon Hall, combined with a demon child makes for an interesting combination.
My first studio session and outing with the A77ii and 16-50 SSM lens. Both are fantastic and I look forward to doing more.
This is the fantastic model pairing of Alex and Beatrice. Part of the photographic shoot at “Crystal Images Photography” in Nottingham for the “Re-Incarnated” clothing range.
The cross on top of the fundie 'Truth Truck' set against the Washington Monument on a blamy summer afternoon.
Washington, DC / August 2, 2010
De repente, un rostro me llama la atención, lo hace un anciano que se toca la cabeza y hace un gesto. Esos ojos sonrientes, esa forma de la cara me recuerdan los de mi tío Eduardo Lerga y mientras más me lo miro más pienso que mi tío sería como este hombre si no se hubiera muerto de repente y hubiera podido cumplir unos cuantos años. La boda empieza ser una boda como las demás.
De repente eu olhei pro lado e vi essa cena!!!
Ainda bem que a câmera estava perto!!!
Está tão frio que as irmãzinhas Adora e Mônica resolveram dividir a mesma caminha!!! Uma aquecendo a outra, dormiram um soninho gostoso!!! E eu, mãe boba, fiquei admirando a cena com um sorriso no rosto!!!
Beijos, meninas!!
"Que seja doce..."
o dom da rima é foda!
repente e gargalhadas rolando soltas no centro da cidade, numa tarde de sábado.
Como si de repente, guiado por tu instinto, sumergieras la cabeza bajo el agua. Incrédulo a lo que los ojos ven. Quizá con una bocanada de aire se acabe el mundo y con una milésima de segundo una vida deje de morir.
El tiempo es imprescindible y más si el destino le besa a escondidas en unos adoquines mugrientos.
Sacas la cabeza del agua, respiras, llenando tus pulmones. Y lo ves. Entonces ahí te das cuenta de que los sueños se pueden hacer realidad. E incluso percatarse de que en ocasiones, esos sueños que tanto añoramos, son personas. Personas que nos quieren con eso a lo que los humanos llamamos corazón.
Te sumerges en sus pupilas, te sientes débil cuando sus yemas acarician la complejidad de tu cuerpo. Las personas fuertes nunca lloran, pero ¿qué hay de las fuertes que lloran a escondidas? Débiles, como todas.
Dice una voz dulce: Cuando le escuchaba hablar a él, te oía a ti. Sus palabras eran tu pensamiento y su voz la tuya. Es tu... ¿alma gemela? Es un ángel a que mis labios echan de menos.
He vivido a costa de magia durante estos escasos días. Lo mejor de cuando brillan las lágrimas, es que sé que pronto, volverán a resurgir, ¿por qué? Porque no tengo miedo a nada. Ahora soy más fuerte que la nada y a solas no me conoce nadie, excepto él... y sé que nunca delataría quien soy.
Leo por ti, me pediste que lo hiciera, aunque quiero que sepas, que ya tengo libro favorito. Y aún no me lo he leído.
A segunda edição da Feira Nacional de Poesia Popular tomou conta da Praça do Carmo entre os dias 03 e 04 de outubro de 2009.
Cantadores, violeiros, poetas, emboladores e repentistas de todo o Nordeste se encontraram na Praça do Carmo, no Sítio Histórico de Olinda, para dois dias da mais autêntica poesia popular.
Foto: Passarinho/Pref.Olinda