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côtes d'armor. A vegades llegim el que volem llegir. Diga-li dislèxia diga-li imaginació.
jamón jamón, fuet, arròs amb llenties, macarrons, fideus xinos, amanida, mango, raïm i granoles.
mmm m'encanta el menú!
Somethin' filled up
my heart with nothin',
someone told me not to cry.
But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.
Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms turnin' every good thing to
rust.
I guess we'll just have to adjust.
Marc?
wow!
qué guay que els comentaris arribin tan lluny.. jeje!
A la propera has de venir i així ho podràs veure/viure per tu mateix! ;-)
jurjur! Doncs ja no... estic a valls intentant pensar que contxu faig! Potser pujo algun dia per la mercè! A veure si ens trobem!
a presto!
Qui em va parir quina Com m'arriba a agradar aquesta cançó.....
Ja t'ha arribat el cd?
Apa petons!!!
Uri (a ple rendiment desde avui)
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que maco :)