Yellow and Brown

Make use of, even if simple and small

Every verse of this poem

Because when life seems like a fog

And if you have a certain age, everything is temporary

There's so much going on here in this government.

That increased until the month of February

It's so much corruption that it looks like an international movie.

In a country that only works after carnival

Singing and listening to the sound of one's own voice

In this universe that is so beautiful

That man says it's infinite

And the world became small and fierce

Warnings were given

Trophies have been saved

Running against time

Already in December

Want loyalty buy a dog, do not marry, true love you can not forget, survives without it, you can do everything with a woman, but she will never do anything for you. Want something a woman? dispreze to, just so you will have all of it. women say they want love and attention, but when you can so easily get sick. Why I prefer my dog

in progress

Corruption is equal to prostitution: The political sold as a prostitute and who gets the job is the people.

‎corrupção‬ é igual a prostituição: o Político se vende como uma prostituta, mas quem faz o serviço é  povo

 

my signature on the card where the truck hit the bridge on the highway, was spending the entire day on television.

Projetos em andamento.

Everything will be alright in the end, if not today be a day, while you are alive there is always hope and everything going back, we harvest the plant, if you plant a seed of love, in the future you will reap love, now if you often planting seeds of hatred consequently reap hatred, may be, but in the future this hate to turn to the person who plants love, she will give you a result of which she planted, and will give you a fruit called forgiveness.

Tudo dará certo no final, se não for hoje será um dia, enquanto estiver vivo sempre haverá esperança e tudo que vai volta, a gente colhe o que planta, se você plantar um sementinha de amor, no futuro você colherá amores, agora se você costuma plantar sementes de ódio consequentemente colherá ódio, pode ser, mas se no futuro esse ódio se voltar para a pessoa que planta amor, ela lhe dará um fruto do que ela plantou, e vai te dar um fruto chamado perdão.

Masters of Streets

D I B : Os Masters, nos tinhamos futuro- Masters of streets

D I B :








Os Masters, nos tinhamos futuro: Os Masters, nos tinhamos futuro

I and to my daughter doing graffiti together on the same wall, when she was only 7 years.

the result.

So hard to forget