Hi people, I am working a lot. I received a foreign ^^
This weekend I am come back. Oh I have a new computer, but i need to install everything ^^
Olá pessoal eu estou trabalhando bastante nestas duas semans, recebi um estrangeiro no trabalho. Neste final de semana eu retorno. Ah eu tenho um novo computador, mas preciso instalar tudo hauahuahua ^^
Skirt/Saia: *RibboN* Longskirt Lucky board limited design(BOX) - lucky board
Top: *RibboN* Open lace tops - white -(BOX) - lucky board
Hair/Cabelo: AD (Analog Dog) - ffwd - Hair Fair 2012- FREE
Skirt/Saia: *RibboN* Longskirt - Marine look - (LB) BOX - lucky board
Top: *RibboN* Open lace tops - black -(BOX) - lucky board
Hair/Cabelo: ! SugarsmacK Hair Studio ! Cate - Mini Fab Pack - Hair Fair 2012- FREE
Skirt/Saia: *RibboN* Longskirt SP LB(BOX) - lucky board
Top: already blogged
Top: *RibboN*halterneck tops (LB) BOX - lucky board
Hair/Cabelo: Hair/Cabelo: ::HINAKO Hair Ryu!!Q::Limited Pink - 1 L
Have you seen the elephant? Have you seen the clown?
Have you seen the dappled horse gallop round the ring?
Have you seen the acrobats on the dizzy swing?
Have you seen the tumbling men tumble up and down?
Hoop-la! Hoop-la! the circus is in town!
Hey, there! Hoop-la! Here's the circus troupe!
Here's the educated, dog jumping through the hoop.
See the lady Blondin with the parasol and fan,
The lad upon the ladder and the india-rubber man.
See the joyful juggler and the boy who loops the loop.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Here's the circus troupe!
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
From his covert to snap at the careless, fluttering flies,
Narcissus has seen the curve of his drooping lips,
And, like mirrored miniature heavens, his shining eyes.
And a flush like a dew-dipped rose has dyed the pool,
He has laid his cheek to the ripples cool;
Brow touches brow, lips lips, and his eyes of violet roam
Down through the crystal depths. In the darkening dome
The stars shine forth from their faint, far ways,
Trimming their lamps; and, from the purple haze,
The moon, cloud-veiled, her circle just complete,
Wan as a travail-spent mother, plants her feet
On the carpeted hills, and fearful of change
Seeks her reflected face in the sea's southward range--
But Narcissus, what recketh he?