Welcome to the world of acquarelha!
Meteorology
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Rainy Town
I arrived yesterday.
It was raining here.
I think it was raining here
Just for me to go away,
‘cause I’m a stranger.
In this insane house
We don’t love them and they stroll all alone,
With imaginary uncles and imaginary aunts.
Is it our fault, if we don’t love them?
If we think they are annoying stones?
We built them a loony bin, a garden, a home.
We don’t love them but we give them food,
Sometimes rice, sometimes soup.
Composition of both waves is a wave.
Oh no, no, no, you’re crazy!
When fluids get into you, you’re just a fluid.
La La, Acquarelha Red Red – Red Red bloody red
La La Aquarelha red red. Hi hi hi hi.
Starts a growing movement. Who’s the king of the stars?
Acquarelha is drugs. Nobody knows my trouble
My mind hasn’t a sine or cosine in the border of a quarter,
Ah ah ha ha ha hi hi hi hi hi
I’m a jersey from Jersey,
Jesus loves your hands,
He doesn’t they are Acquarelha Red, Acuarelha Red.
Continue? No
Genuine? Yes
SCANDALO
Acquarelha, the H is a letter of love, no, no, no it’s not true,
You’ll understand it some year.
Continue? No
Genuine? Yes
You’re always wearing uneven shoes
Looking through your toy shades
And people in the garden is afraid of you
You give them peace, you put them the blame.
We can’t live without pills with can’t live out of hell.
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Use me! I need to know you love me,
I need to feel you need me,
That I am not a stone.
Use me! I want you to handle me.
Make me feel a star.
Just walk with me, take me to the river,
Like I know some people do.
Use me, use use me use me, use me oh, oh.
Once upon a time, a little town, a little boy, young and fresh.
His knees were used to suffered. His lights were off.
Were his bats in the belfry? Definitely:No.
He was the prince of greed.
Sweet, croissant, sugar.
One day, while he was walking by the forest
a tree fell down on his head.
Bothered, he became a pig, but a pig takes time
So first he became the bacon apprentice.
Pink goodye. Goodbye, peace! Forget it.
Tears away forever. Teeth strong, together.
Nobody’s got a CD of violence,
But I am the Violence.
Wine is my sugar, my sweet sweetness is a stick and a stone.
He left behind is apprentice days, becoming a master.
A master of pigness. He was no longer an apprentice.
But he was sad. He knew he was the King Pig.
Behind the days of apprentice. Or was it the days of sweetness?
There’s No Way Back!
Bacon! Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!
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I don’t want to leave your house,
I look good in my gown,
It’s the top of my life
Here I’m feeling under care.
The stretcher mattress if soft,
The straitjacket is white.
A glance can act as a word,
At McMurphy’s side.
If I could fly through the sky,
I’d come back here, always,
If there’s life after life,
I’d like to be here always.
Tell me it isn’t true.
This time is too short,
There’s a lot of things I must do.
Things oh, oh.
Goodbye, Dr. Cigarro!
These eyes…where will they go when I die?
Thing’s I’ve done will become orphans.
What could I have done? Oh, oh.
Dr. Cigarro, I’m afraid you’re too indifferent.
Goodbye, Dr. Cigarro!
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I never thought that I’d meet someone like you,
With all your colors and your smile,
I’m about to cry when I look at you.
Life goes on and I dream every night
You escape from the canvas and run away with me
We are so in love.
Why has God made you on R2?
Why can’t you talk, why can’t you move?
Why will I never feel your touch?
Sometimes I dream we go away,
Sometimes I sculpt you with my hands
But in the morning there’s just pain.
And I tried to forget you once
But I know I’ll never meet someone like you,
They can’t remove you from me.
I look at he mirror having you behind,
So I see us together, side by side
It’s such a beautiful lie.
I took advantage of the reflection
An illusion to be your same dimension,
Am I wrong, am I right?
Uuuuhhh ahhhh Acquarelha.
Your granny behind her glasses
Told you stories, legends and tales
About big dragons and little swords,
But it happened when you were a kid
Forget it, now you’re transcendental.
Forget it, you’ve grown up, you know
Those tales are for kids.
Those tales are lies, for sure.
Lay away your balloon and yo-yo,
At the age of sixty of twenty,
You are a good profound thinker,
You’re ashamed of your younger days
In your job, people’s silly,
Doing things they shouldn’t do,
They read tales at night,
So you hate them because you you you
You’ve forgotten it, now you’re transcendental.
Now you’ve grown up and you know
Those tales are for kids.
Those tales are lies, for sure.
Ah ah ah aha ahahahah
Have you ever felt so uncomfortable?
I want to see you
Oh my friends, tonight you’re far away in time
And come to me memories of old past.
I’m happy to remember all those folks around the fire,
Folks singing around the fire
We sung so well, those melodies we knew so well.
George, Ralph (we stole his pants).
I’d like to be again playing songs around the fire,
that fire we sparked and burnt two hundred hectares.
La la la
She persuades obstinately
Her perturbation belongs to wonders,
One of thrillings fruit salads,
Machete-rain whose lights are flat.
She macerates my knife,
A prodigy of life,
Annual anomaly on me,
She’s the answer, but I want….
I want to smell Florinda’s perfume
Angry, angry, alone I imagine her.
I want to smell Florinda’s perfume
Angry, angry, alone I imagine her.
Her annex anorak is my blood,
Wine is grape juice, oh, oh
Conifer conjecture congenial
This conglomeration makes me mad.
I want to smell Florinda’s perfume
Angry, angry, alone I imagine her.
I want to smell Florinda’s perfume
Angry, angry, alone I imagine her.
Eat me: I’m a chicken, I come from inside.
Ebony is the ecologist of the eclipse,
Perhaps the edge of my horn is too hot.
Honk me, honk me, honk me, honk me, oh, Florinda.
I’m the moon, I’m sly and slender.
Silent hunters are sleepless for me
I repel every law, I repel every measure
People call me The Moon,
I’m a fool at the moon, the moon.
Let G and H be groups, and let f be a homomorphism from G to H. The kernel of phi is a normal subgroup of G, the image of phi is a subgroup of H, and the quotient group G over the kernel of phi is isomorphic to the image of phi.
This is one isomorphism theoreme.
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