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Brbenny

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Birthday: 05/11

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About me

I'm a 20 year old boy who lives in Sao Paulo, Brazil...Yes I'm Brazilian and very proud of it!
About my heritage: I'm 50% Portuguese, 15% African, 15% Native Brazilian, 10% Spanish, 10% French.
I'm very romantic, extremely romantic, extremely sensitive...the Chinese lady in the background is Teresa Teng, my favorite singer...her songs describe very well my soul.
I trust God with all my soul; I depend emotionally on my family, some friends...
I have a wonderful boyfriend! heart He is my arigatakimono (a thing that is difficult to have), thanks to God's mercy I've got my babeboo. heart
He's like an enchanted European prince from fairy tales for me (he's American though)...lol ok I'll stop talking about him...

I'll upload some Teresa's songs and other Japanese songs I like, you can ask me for the translation if you wanna understand my idealistic and stubborn soul. Peace!

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Landeral Report | 01/03/2010 2:25 am
Landeral
Nicely said and BTW are u girl or boy LOL getting confused with ur gaia ^^
Landeral Report | 01/03/2010 2:25 am
Landeral
Nicely said and BTW are u girl or boy LOL getting confused with ur gaia ^^
Mannykinlove Report | 11/17/2008 5:26 pm
Mannykinlove
yes im 1st!

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I wonder if spring will come for me in this city where the person I loved cannot be seen...

It must be affection in this lady's heart; this is your beloved Northern Inn.

Where are you all going to Oh sea birds, don't you fear the freezing cold of Siberia? For me, there isn't a heart to come back , there isn't a heart,,,

Stuff like big dreams, I don't want; short hapiness, a small plant of a year. I am afraid of your tenderness, Oh flower that looks like the shadows of a day; you are a flower that once blossom will fly away, but I wanna make you blossom at your chest.