tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856142282790195972.post9071239177485028290..comments2023-10-20T06:05:38.011-07:00Comments on Trilho: Nada maisMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566280911863165179noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856142282790195972.post-5853800781274188762008-12-05T06:23:00.000-08:002008-12-05T06:23:00.000-08:00where are the romantics to feed me my pills?where are the romantics to feed me my pills?pedro manuel magalhães de andradehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01878549382202492335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856142282790195972.post-65448408735811742512008-12-01T18:00:00.000-08:002008-12-01T18:00:00.000-08:00Daqui, da minha janela, consigo ver-te na tua e su...Daqui, da minha janela, consigo ver-te na tua e suspirar. Um daqueles suspiros em simultâneo que condensam tudo.<BR/><BR/>Nada do que possas fazer fica feio.<BR/><BR/>Hmm hmm. :)<BR/><BR/>*Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11566280911863165179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856142282790195972.post-15202319233501096682008-12-01T16:49:00.000-08:002008-12-01T16:49:00.000-08:00Se eu sublinhar o papel fica feio? Tenho comichão ...Se eu sublinhar o papel fica feio? Tenho comichão na alma, coças-me?***Vanessa Lourençohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11131197594713215927noreply@blogger.com