7.06.2011
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If you read a book about some painter's life, or about fine art in general, you probably have been perplexed by that part when the auth... -
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Oil painting by Eugenio Zampighi T here is an old lady I see her every now and then in the vegetables store or at the butcher’s. Onc... -
O nce upon a time, there was in a small town a beautiful girl named Sara. Sara ha... -
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She walks in beauty, like the night With a rattling prestige and tender majesty. She walks a... -
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Any writer form any group most had a time when he couldn’t write anything; even a single line, or kept writing then scratching with a strong... -
I’ve read a few days ago an article about what women like to hear from men, then I remembered all the articles and lists about what women li...
Popular Posts
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If you read a book about some painter's life, or about fine art in general, you probably have been perplexed by that part when the auth...
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This is not a hypothetical title. There is actually, drugs to make you forget, and they are given...
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Oil painting by Eugenio Zampighi T here is an old lady I see her every now and then in the vegetables store or at the butcher’s. Onc...
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O nce upon a time, there was in a small town a beautiful girl named Sara. Sara ha...
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I’ve read definitions for love by philosophers, poets, novelist, religion men and scientists, yet I’ve never read definitions so sweet, true...
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You know how blogs administrators advise you to comment on other people's blogs if you want to get more traffic ?. It’s cool ! I do that...
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She walks in beauty, like the night With a rattling prestige and tender majesty. She walks a...
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I saw my life when I died. A young woman dressing black Bending under the weight on her back A load with pictures of peoples ...
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Any writer form any group most had a time when he couldn’t write anything; even a single line, or kept writing then scratching with a strong...
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I’ve read a few days ago an article about what women like to hear from men, then I remembered all the articles and lists about what women li...
