Floraí is a municipality in the state of Paraná in the Southern Region of Brazil.
Coordinates: 23°17′S 52°19′W / 23.283°S 52.317°W
Flora is a feminine given name that may refer to:
Richard Cockle Lucas (24 October 1800 – 18 May 1883) was an English sculptor and photographer.
Lucas was born in Salisbury, Wiltshire, the son of Richard Lucas and his wife, Martha Sutton (who died shortly after childbirth).
At the age of twelve, he was apprenticed to an uncle who was a cutler at Winchester, where his ability at carving knife handles revealed his skill as a sculptor. He moved to London, aged 21, and studied at the Royal Academy Schools. From 1828, he was a regular contributor to the Royal Academy, receiving silver medals for architectural drawing in 1828 and 1829.
His son Albert Dürer was born in 1828 in Bayswater and by 1846 the family was living at Nottingham Place in central London. In 1849, the family moved out of London, probably for health reasons, to Otterbourne, near Winchester, where Lucas may have become a friend of the Victorian children's author, Charlotte Mary Yonge.
Lucas then moved to Chilworth near Romsey in about 1854 where he had the "Tower of the Winds" built to his own design. This house stood opposite the former "Clump Inn". In 1865, he built a second home, "Chilworth Tower", about half a mile from the first.
Gut or guts may refer to:
Gut is a German grindcore band, often credited as fathers of pornogrind, and known for their over-the-top vocals and morbid, pornographic imagery. Natalie Purcell, in her book Death Metal Music: The Passion and Politics of a Subculture, suggests that pornogrind is defined solely on the basis of its lyrical content and unique imagery, its focus on pornographic content. Purcell does note, however, that bands like Gut include "simpler, slower, and more rock-like songs".
On Gut's 2006 release, The Cumback 2006, the band began combining grindcore with elements of hip hop, hardcore punk, and electronic music.
Gut, Guts or Gūts is a surname. Notable people with the surname include:
My heart is restless as I wander through this jungle
The trees above refuse to let the sunlight through
And somewhere deep inside I hear the whispered longings
That tell me I was made for more than this
A blinding flash of light falls down into the darkness
Slowly I notice strange new markings on the trail
The crimson drops are calling out to me come and follow
"I am the God who made you, let Me show you how to live"
And I cry€
I want to be a God follower
I want to go wherever He leads
I want to be a God follower
I want to walk the trail He€™s marked for me
And be a God follower
(More than anything)
And now I journey on with purpose and with passion
Just like a dead man who€™s been given breath again
And though this path can still grow dark with tears and sorrow
I know He will never leave me
So with everything I am I will say€
And when I reach God€™s place
I will look into His face
And then I€™ll look for you
Will I find you there?
Can you say with me€
I want to be a God follower
I want to be a God follower
I want to be a God follower
I want to be a God follower