Her only son has died. And now her daughter cries. Downtown another day for all the suits and ties. How do they sleep at night. How can we make things right. Just wanna make this right. We are all the same. Human in all our ways and all our pains.

Bιєиνєиυє Ẳ Tσυѕ Sυя Ряé ισυѕ-Đσg . Sι Vσυѕ Ẳυѕѕι Vσυѕ Ẳιмєz Łєѕ Čнιєиѕ.

Être celle α qui il pense constαmment . Celle αvec qui il voudrαit être et pαsser tout son temps . Être celle qui lui donnerαit le sourire αux lèvres .

Privacidade coletiva de um fluxo de pensamento constante e contínuo. Please talk about no one. Hearts and thoughts they fade. fade away! Sexta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2011. Desde pequeno esperava por uma única chance de mudar tudo o que o cercava. Cresceu cercado de medos, incertezas e tudo ao redor ainda era exatamente o mesmo, ainda acreditava na mudança. Morreu esperando, ainda acreditava na mudança.

Each day in flannel shirts and moleskin pants,. They ride down in an iron cage. To hew and harvest carbon crops laid down. In the late Permian age. Along the face, incessant dark encloses these Cimmerians. They raise their picks and chance their fate. To sound the coal for signs of vacant space. This is where the prayers take place,. In this Stygian chapel of the working class. Lamps illuminate wet walls and streaks.