Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.
John Cougar Mellencamp.
Last year Andressa was briefly notorious as 'Mulher Melancia' (Watermelon Woman) dancing the Créu down in Rio de Janeiro, since then there has been some lipo apparently. No idea who Marlboro is, but his expression seems ambivalent in this photo, to me at least.
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
2 comments:
.....love...is a four letter word.
.....as always...you are fabulous.
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'The expense of spirit in a waste of shame is lust in action....'
to me.
Good for Andressa. She is probably doing this sort of thing to escape a life of poverty and is probably making shit loads of money :)
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