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Perfeição

George Harrison.
Não existe espaço suficiente pra escrever o que essa pessoa significa pra mim. Não existem palavras suficientes pra descrever o quanto eu sinto saudade dele. O músico, o Beatle pensativo, aquele em busca de paz interior, o amigo, o pai e marido carinhoso, o homem, ELE.
O homem que tinha o poder de fazer meus dias melhores só com seu som e suas palavras. E ainda tem.
Te amarei para sempre, George.
Irene

Ele é tão lindo que dói!

Cabeludo e um charme só em 1995!

"...Now, in the world of light
Where the spirit is free of the lies
And all else that we despise..."

OM

He woke up that morning feeling light-headed. Said his daily prayer, made his bed and went towards the kitchen. Made himself some tea and toast. He had a feeling that it would be a great day. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He answered. He was so happy to see who was on the other side! He said:
- Finally!
- Long time no see, eh?
- I missed you.
- I missed you too.

And then he left.