Luciano Fonseca, o Luciano Marreta, relembra neste episódio do Podcast Paixão Ca-Ju os momentos marcantes vestindo a camisa do Juventude. Ele, que hoje é técnico do time sub-15 alviverde, também fala sobre a obrigação de vencer os clássicos desde as categorias de base.

Podcast Paixão Ca-Ju - Temporada 2 #46 Luciano Marreta, Ex-Jogador do Juventude

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Love! Such a wonderful thing! It’s an action and a reaction, a cause and effect. It’s very simple, but super complicated. “I love you” feels amazing right?!.. But when does it feel amazing?!.. It’s only when you feel loved, that’s when it “matters”. It doesn’t matter when or where you hear it, you only feel it when feel it. lol  But it’s mostly how you understand love which determines if you feel it or not. (Love Languages) Most times we fall in love with the ones that speak and understand a different love language than ourselves, and translating isn’t easy. 

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11- A Águia e o Dragão

                              

L O V E  LOVE

A collection of erotic poems by E. Antonette.

W A T E R

L.O.V.E

All I am !
Mixed & Mastered by Jay T Finessa!
Valentine's Day Dropp!

O.F.G Entertainment - All I am

produced with LMMS@Linux

Pic: NASA Ames/JPL-Caltech - http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/kepler/multimedia/images/kepler-morningstar.html

ZEROC - Arrival at Kepler-62 (feat. eSoreni)

Where… am I?
This hum in my skull …
The void calls back,
No one answers at all.

Out from the black I begin to uncoil,
Skin made of dust, veins filled with soil.
A sound in the deep, low drone of remorse,
Is it the cosmos, or my own warped thoughts?

Faith is a flicker in a dead satellite,
Dragging me upward toward a dying light.
Planets like corpses in chaotic decay,
Their embers whisper what the stars won’t say.

Can you see the light?
Can you see the light?
The burning sky, the end in sight,
Can you see the light?

Round and round the grave of the sun,
A wheel of fire, forever undone.
Witness the planet that breathes in pain,
Her pulse beneath the acid rain.

Touch, taste, smell - all fade to ash,
Every sense devoured by the flash.
It’s good as gone, nothing to bless,
Just the echo of Gaia’s consciousness.

Gaia’s consciousness - can you see the light?
Gaia’s consciousness - fading through the night.
Can you see the light?
Can you see the light?
Gaia’s consciousness - her final breath in flight.

Can you see the light …
Or is it just the end of sight?
Gaia’s consciousness …