狠狠撸

Brasil, Sao Paulo, Brazil

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun: Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. keats ----------------------------------------------- Sossega, cora莽茫o! N茫o desesperes! Talvez um dia, para al茅m dos dias, Encontres o que queres porque o queres. Ent茫o, livre de falsas nostalgias, Ati