Para bom entendedor meia palavra basta
"When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown..
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone.
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone"
....é ser a bosta calcada na calçada.
Posted by
Jonas Pintas |
07 março, 2006 17:47
O Porto é tão bom que vocês até fogem!
Posted by
Nuno Silva |
07 março, 2006 18:21
Hum ?
Posted by
Jonas Pintas |
07 março, 2006 20:07