ici et ailleurs on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
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Foi para ti que deitei no chão Um corpo aberto como os animais.
(Eugénio de Andrade) ici et ailleurs on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
O poema final ninguém escreverá dêsse mundo particular de doze horas. Em vez de juÃzo final a mim me preocupa o sonho final.
No one will write the final poem about this particular twelve o'clock world. Instead of the last judgement, what worries me is the final dream.
(João Cabral de Melo Neto) ici et ailleurs on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
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Yet I couldn't have said what I meant by living nor whether my longing for a more spacious and exposed life, a life less constrained and less concerned for others, was not the very secret of my uneasiness - a secret which seemed so much more mysterious: the secret of a Lazarus, for I was still a stranger among the others, like a man raised from the dead.
(André Gide) ici et ailleurs on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
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Headed to Ann Arbor Michigan today for apartment hunting. After a long day of viewing about 10 different places, I treated my mom to a nice dinner at Carson's American Bistro. Too bad she said her fish was overcooked! ChrisMac09 on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
A railroad line runs through the Arb. ChrisMac09 on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
A coniferous tree on the outskirts of the prairie. ChrisMac09 on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
ChrisMac09 on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
This was near the prairie, I can't remember which kind of plant it is. ChrisMac09 on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
ChrisMac09 on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
The railroad tracks near the Huron River in the Arb. ChrisMac09 on Flickr: Posted a Photo 
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