Em uma terra bem distante chamada Águas Claras uma bela princesa celebrava seu 1º ano de vida.
quinta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2009
sexta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2009
And I miss you....
May mother be felt like a love garden
My mother feels me just like fragile flowers
May mother be just like a huge sky
My mother keeps me a star in the sky
May mother be just like a love stove
My mother feels me just innocent smoke
My mother feels me just like fragile flowers
May mother be just like a huge sky
My mother keeps me a star in the sky
May mother be just like a love stove
My mother feels me just innocent smoke
May mother be just like a imaginary picture
My mother feels me a coloured picture I might be cloud to my mother
My mother feels me just like a rain drop!"
Shub Noor
"Mother is she who spends sleepless night to make you sleep
Mother is she who understands you from the very deep…
Mother is she who will laugh and cry along with you….
Mother is she who teaches how to drink, eat and how to chew…
Mother is she who scolds you for your good
Mother is she who will support you in any mood…
Mother is she who accepts you in any situation…
Mother is she who motivates you for your every little creation…
Mother is she who gives you blessings at every step…
Mother is she who is always worried for your fate…
Mother is she who can catch you if at any moment you lie…
Mother is she who never wants to see her baby cry….
Mother is she who is different from all other…
Mother is she who is never comparable to any other…"
Sumita Datta
Wong Kia Kuan 20/12/1945 - 04/08/2009
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