...com muito para contar... com muitas fotografias para mostrar... com muita informação para digerir... com muito mundo para ver... com muita coisa para amar... com muita vida para viver...
The times we had Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow Were not all bad We put our feet just where they had, had to go Never to go
The shattered soul Following close but nearly twice as slow In my good times There were always golden rocks to throw at those who admit defeat too late Those were our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day That day is mine When she will marry me outside with the willow trees And play the songs we made They made me so And I would love to see that day Her day was mine
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...com muito para contar... com muitas fotografias para mostrar... com muita informação para digerir... com muito mundo para ver... com muita coisa para amar... com muita vida para viver...
e eu quero saber de tudo, seus sortudos!
É o que se quer!
Podes estar descansada, que à medida que formos tratando a informação (que é muita!) vamos divulgando.
Obrigado por seres das nossas leitoras mais assíduas! :)
de nada!
Gosto muito deste vosso projecto e vocês também são meus amigos.
Beirut - Postcards From Italy
The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and
snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they
had, had to go
Never to go
The shattered
soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good
times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those
who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were
our times
And I will love to see that day
That day
is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow
trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And
I would love to see that day
Her day was mine
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