«But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold,
Was that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.»
- Christmas at Sea
Sunday, 25 December 2011
Robert Louis Stevenson
«But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold,
Was that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.»
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Está quase, quase a passar! E só mais um bocadinho. Já só falta o almoço...
ReplyDeleteisso é para um gajo se suicidar?
ReplyDeleteMargarida, estou a "joboiar". Ainda.
ReplyDeleteXu, claro, mas em grande estilo.