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...
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Dear future me , how are you man ? Do you remember that letter you wrothe in eighth grade , yeah , that year , I think it is the worst year of middle school , but nevermind , I have so much to ask...
Flávio do futuro?
Sou eu, mas com 19 anos recém feitos hoje, e recebi uma carta do Flávio de 14 anos... Aquele garotinho era pauleira, ele nunca foi de desistir, aí chegou o terceiro ano da...
Hey babe I Love you so very much! I hope you are having a great day



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