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Pärnu 2008

That was a great Summer. I was editing "Terra Java" and, then, suddenly, right in front of me, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... Well, could be worse.


Manu disse…
As mocinhas aí precisam rebolar mais um pouco. Sacudir as cadeiras (quadris)...
Parecem um dois de paus.
Ludmila Rohr disse…
oh my God...rsss..ri muito!
A lourinha da frente erra tudo no começo...Sha la la la lá...ninguém merece!
Mas são todas umas queridas. No Verão só me apetece enfiar-me no ônibus e ir até Pärnu para vê-las ensaiar no Kuursaal... Depois sempre se dá um mergulhinho no Báltico e comemos uma pizza no Steffani.
Manuela disse…
ah, que doce de homem!

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