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A loving mother. When tigers are young, their mother will carry them gently in her mouth despite her crushing bite force.
4 de dezembro de 2015
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DECEMBER HAS COME AGAIN!!! …………(¯`O´¯) …………*./ | .* …………..*♫*. ………, • '*♥* ' • , ……. '*• ♫♫♫•*' ….. ' *, • '♫ ' • ,* ' ….' * • ♫*♥*♫• * ' … * , • Merry' • , * ' …* ' •♫♫*♥*♫♫ • ' * ' ' ' • Christmas . • ' ' ' ' ' • ♫♫♫*♥*♫♫♫• * ' ' …………..x♥x …………….♥
4 de dezembro de 2015
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JAMES RODRÍGUEZ The wunderkind of the World cup is commited to his family and his beliefs. So much so that he uses his body to take them wherever he goes. His right bicep is tottooed with the names of his mother (Pilar), his sister (Juana) and his wife (Daniela). The named of his daughter (Salomé) is on his right forearm, and he kisses it every time he scores a goal. He also has a tatoo of Jesús Christ on the calf of his left leg. could that be the reason behind his miracles on the pitch? On his left arm, however, is the tattoo that best represents his faith and his character. It reads: "God crowns everyone who bows their head before Him" The Colombian´s humility has really helped him shine as number 10 for Real Madrid.
11 de julho de 2015
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I need HELP!! My page is blocked and not know the reason!!
24 de julho de 2014
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Este conteúdo viola nossas Diretrizes da Comunidade.8 de abril de 2014
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A WOLF AT OUR DOOR BY JURA REILLY The story traces back to when an expanding Soviet Union was annexing satellite countries, using their populations as forced labour. Ms Reilly said best estimates were that some 200,000 Lithuanians were deported, many dying in brutal -50C Arctic weather. “Essentially it was ethnic cleansing, as we know it today. They were kept moving every few years, wherever the Soviets needed forced labour.” Ms Reilly said the book began as translated excerpts called Stories from Siberia on an international language learning site, italki.com, where she was an informal tutor. “Each week I’d post an episode online and it got a lot of response. The readers on the site suggested it should be compiled into a book. “One website member translated the stories into Spanish and another into Chinese. “Even the Russian people learning on the site didn’t know anything about this episode in their history.” Ms Reilly said the book aimed to “bring to life the struggles of a forgotten generation of Lithuanian women who survived when so many others perished”. Published under the auspices of Geelong Writers in association with Beach Shack Publications, A Wolf at Our Door is available from Paton Books.
14 de março de 2014
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My broken heart. I've been worried in the past eight days because from one of the trees of my garden has fallen once newborn mourning dove. Her size as a hen's egg, has managed to survive all these days with my loving care. But I do not know what happened, who has broken one of his legs and has a hard time walking. My heart is broken too. Today my daughter and I have placed a kind of splint with the hope that her little leg heals. I want her to learn to fly such as many others I have picked up from the ground, and ¡¡be free!!
11 de maio de 2013
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The wonder of Machu Picchu!! If ever there was a beautiful song is Gloria Estefan's song in Machu Picchu. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyblSDoRRxg
26 de março de 2013
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Italki. People say that this place is worse every time. I do not think it, but I'm not leaving italki by my own will. I have spent several years and many lonely nights in the wonderful company of italki and it's time to thank for many positive things that in this site I found: knowledge, great friends, possible and impossible love etc ... I'll resist all changes and variations may be necessary, because I want to stay here forever. They always have published my writings, questions and comments without removing a single comma. To italki my full appreciation. I wish this site be better each day until it reach the perfection which all members aspire.
20 de março de 2013
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I love the rain!! After an intense summer rains again. I wanted to get out and run in the rain with open arms, but the loneliness of the night frightened me. My garden smells damp earth and though is midnight, I can hear the song of some birds. The moon deprived us of its light, and the tiny dew drops that fall from the trees reflect the artificial light of lanterns. I love the rain!
2 de fevereiro de 2013
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