Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
Vamos falar, oque eu sinto, penso me preocupo e busco.
Sinto agora um peso enorme, e uma caida na real deque a vida é difícil para caramba, não sei, não estou com aquela vontade de vencer...
Hello Jess: so you probably aren't expecting this letter, because you'll have forgotten all about it and how you ever wrote it...
but this is you.
And I'm writing to remind you of your hopes and...
labš,
viskas gerai, susitaikiau su benu : DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
likom tik draugais,
šnd talka, nėjau į šūlę.
Sėkmės ateity. : DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Labas



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