Iris Oliveira

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No matter how slick the demo is in rehearsal, when you do it in front of a live audience, the probability of a flawless presentation is inversely proportional to the number of people watching, raised to the power of the amount of money involved.

  • Phone Number *** - **** 363
  • E-Mailbrownladybug672***@******.***
  • Birthday11 January 1968
  • Education -
  • Address Rue du Village No: 363
  • CityNice
  • CountryFrance

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Iris Oliveira's Life Motto

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. ..

About Iris Oliveira

Iris Oliveira living Rue du Village No: 363 Nice France

Neither would they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead
.

I was quick in the flesh, was warm, and the live heart shook my breast;
In the market I bought and sold, in the temple I bowed my head.
I had swathed me in shows and forms, and was honored above the rest
For the sake of the life I lived; nor did any esteem me dead.

But at last, when the hour was ripe-was it sudden-remembered word?
Was it sight of a bird that mounted, or sound of a strain that
stole?
I was 'ware of a spell that snapped, of an inward strength that
stirred,
Of a Presence that filled that place; and it shone, and I knew
my Soul.

And the dream I had called my life was a garment about my feet,
For the web of the years was rent with the throe of a
yearning strong.
With a sweep as of winds in heaven, with a rush as of flames that meet,
The Flesh and the Spirit clasped; and I cried, 'Was I dead so long?'

I had glimpse of the Secret, flashed through the symbol obscure
and mean,
And I felt as a fire what erst I repeated with lips of clay;
And I knew for the things eternal the things eye hath not seen;
Yea, the heavens and the earth shall pass; but they never
shall pass away.

And the miracle on me wrought, in the streets I would straight
make known:
'When this marvel of mine is heard, without cavil shall men receive
Any legend of haloed saint, staring up through the sealèd stone!'
So I spake in the trodden ways; but behold, there would none believe!