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Dreams don’t live
They move from cities…
Exchanging the beats

When they are tired, they wander…
Exchanging realities…
Changing steps…
They yearn

They get lost in conformance
From spaces between spaces
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They touch deformities
Tuning forks…
Gaps…
Dreams do not live, they dream.

Poem by Joyce Damy Mobley


Music ‘Ressurreição’ (Resurrection) by Francisco Mário (Chico Mário)

Be yourself. Respect yourself, and create a harmonious relationship between the integrity of your own mind and your daily conduct.€

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When you’re inspired, you activate dormant forces, and the abundance you seek in any form comes streaming into your life.

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Dr. Wayne W. Dyer

(Source: drwaynedyer.com)


Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful                                                               committed citizens can change the world.                                                               Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.  

                                             Margaret Mead
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Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. 

                                             Margaret Mead

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