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O vulcão do Parque das Nações prepara-se para entrar em actividade. Táxis e Carris desviados para Alcochete.

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Anónimo disse…
Assuming that this is bien evidemment diet Coke coming out of this stone pile hole, just add a mentos and you get a nice eruptive show there :)

T´shka
T'shka, you are very well informed about these blasting techniques. Yet it is Canada Dry coming out our mini-vulcano. Helàs.
Anónimo disse…
yet it seems quite wet..
Manu disse…
Parece um formigueiro.
Sofia disse…
Saudadinhas da terrinha é o que é...até vulcões controlados temos por este nosso Portugal esquecido...
Carlos Lopes disse…
Excellente o blog. Afinal nao sou o unico tuga que anda por estas terras!
Obrigado, Carlos. E vives onde? Deu-me ideia de ser um país francófono...
Manuela disse…
Blogue globalizado...

Vai do Oiapoque ao Chuí..de Tallin ao Butão..passando pelos Países Baixos..heh

Quem somos??
Carlos Lopes disse…
Vivi em Portugal, Paris, , e agora Tallinn :) Habituando-me por estas terras frias!
Manu disse…
Cadê a Rocio, Sofia, Sônia, Américo, Diola(?)e os outros??..?????

A nuvem está bloqueando a chegada deles até aqui??;-)
A. Almeida disse…
Pronto! Estou aqui!

Tenho andado ocupado com o PEC... Pé coxinho, rs

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