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HORA EM LONDRES
WELCOME TO MY SITE !
Todo mundo tem um blog - eu tenho um site!!
Everybody's got a BLOG - I've a SITE!
Poizé galera tá chegando a hora de ir embora...
To indu prá Londres... começar uma nova vida d estudante na terra das Rainhas (a Elizabeth e a minha mãe)!
Caraca num sei nem o q dizer... to triste i to feliz... to triste de deixar a galera aki mais sei q tds vão comigo no coração...
mais tb to feliz pq sei q vai ser bom pra mim...
Caraca, como deixar a galera, a praia, a escola, o sol, o churrasco, o Maracanã, o Spoletto, o Bob's, o Porcão, a patinação
no gelo, o paintball da Barra com a galera nos sabados, a Chaika do domingo no Rio Sul, o microfone na porta da escola
chamando o nome da galera na saída, o transito da Real Grandeza, a natação do Flu e a galera de lá, as idas prá Terê, os
trabalhos em grupo q viravam zuação, a mansão e as badaladas na casa do John no Itanhangá (qm não conhece n imagina o q rola
ahfdhafdshdfashf), las aulas de teclado com o "Anfíbio", o Kumon (putz até isso agora parece legau), a zuação na aula de
biology 2 (adsfhfdsahfdshdsafh), meu quarto que só eu entendo a bagunça... ai como dexar tudo isso...
For you guys who don't (yet) speak Portuguese, above I'm just stating how difficult it is for me to leave all the good things
of my life in Rio... school. restaruantes, the outings with the gang, and all that we all know what's all about... as I move
on to study in the land of the Queens (Elizabeth and my mom)... I'm sure those of you who will come along to England together
with me will carry on all fuss and thunder that you learned while in Brazil... and for those who stay, rest assured you will
be there with me/us and we will not disappoint you with our thunder in Britain (the Brits may wish we never went)!!!!
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LONDON CALLING !!
I'm here!!!!
Streets of London
(background music)
by Ralf McTell
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
Chorus
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
Chorus
And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
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Queria ir com a Varig...
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...mas não vai dar então vou com a British!
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| LONDON LONDON |
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| UM DIA VOLTO PRAS AREIAS DO RIO! |
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