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The black skin of my girl. Blue eyes. White smile. I am not leaving. Calm sleep. Her body. I’m thinking about her, is she thinking about me?
There is so much in this song that I understand. It’s a little bit of a Portuguese breakthrough. Although I probably have it all wrong.
Com malícia.
I looked up malícia and everywhere (the internet, my little dictionary) it said malice. I didn’t understand. This girl is not malicious. Listen to the way he sings about her! I pulled down the big …

Here’s the problem with the blog.
1. I’ll write here and sometimes it’ll be good.
2. I’ll meet pretty girls and I’ll want to tell them about the blog so they can see how smart and clever and witty I am.
3. I’ll then be dating one of said pretty girls but I won’t be able to write about her (or the other pretty girls, if there are any).
It’s a tough situation. Hold your tears. I’ll be fine.
One solution is to have two blogs. A secret “all about girls” blog and a public …