terça-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2013

MIRROIR


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PORTE D´ENTRÉE, MIRROIR, JESUS
HR FO G
PICTURE IN THE MIRROR
MES AMIS FRANÇAISES ONT VENUE DE VACANCES AU PORTUGAL AVEC MOI.
JEAN 1980...
LOLA GONÇALO RICARDO LENA QLUZ 93
1980... 1990 PIERRE...
JEAN MICHEL Á VU ÇA

LOLA - HENRIQUE
DOOR PORTA FLOOR CHÃO - MIRRORS ESPELHOS 
LOCKERS ARMÁRIOS - TABLE MESA
IT´S IN THE WHITE WE LIVE IN
MA MERE CONNAIS JESUS ET SAIS OÚ IL EST.

 FIX THE PICTURES INTO A DARKER COLOR, AFTER THE UPLOAD THE PICTURES QUALITY DOESN´T LOOK THE SAME (IT LOOSE A LOT OF PIXES) 
I DON´T KNOW WHERE THE PICTURE OF JESUS IS, I CAN  SHORE THAT MY MOTHER KNOWS WHERE IT´S.
A NEW DOOR IS NEEDED, AS WELL A NEW LOCK, TO KEEP AND GUARD THE OWNER AND THE HOUSE.

REGARDE BIEN LES OISEAUX, 

SHE´S WHITE, AND SHE HAVE A BABY IN HER ARMS. JESUS.
VIRGIN MARIE
"La Vierge Marie n'oppose pas les nombreuses paroles du monde ou le mensonge d'une nouvelle idéologie...
"... mais lumière sainte et aimante pour qui croit et pour qui, en croyant, rend aussi le plus bel hommage à la raison assoiffée de vérité et ouverte à la connaissance de Dieu."
QUAND ELLE ETAIT UNE PETITE FILLE, MA MERE Á ETAIT DANS UN CONVENT. 
CHERCHE LA FOTOGRAPHIE DE MA MERE DANS MES BLOGS.
RELIGIEUSE "NONNE" "BONNE SOEUR"  LOLA


A spaceman came traveling On his ship from a far
It was light years of time Since his mission had start
And over a village He halted his craft
And it hung in the sky like a star Just like a star.
He followed the light Came down to a shed
Where a mother and child Where lying there on a bed
And a bright light of silver Shone his head
And he had the face of an angel And they were afraid.
And the stranger spoke He said do not fear
I’ve come from a planet A long way from here And I bring a message
From mankind to hear And suddenly the sweetest music Had filled the air.
And it went La, la, la
Peace and goodwill to all man And love for the child
And it went La, la, la Peace and goodwill to all man
And love for the child.
This lovely music
Went trembling through the ground And many were waken
On hearing the sound And travelers on the road
The village they found By the light of that ship in the sky That shone all around.

And just before dawn At the paling of the sky The stranger returned
And said now I must fly When two thousand years
Of your time has gone by The song will begin once again
To a baby’s cry.
And it went La, la, la Peace and goodwill to all man
And love for the child.





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