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LeenFrance
By: Aileen Carniel
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| Tuesday, 27-Jul-2004 00:00 |
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Valeus, povoooooooooow!!!
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Em cima: Jean,Raffs,Crazy,Átila, Igor. Em baixo:Cabral e eu
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Babi,Thais, Fer e Eu de colinho na festa surpresa
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Galera na festinha!
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Viadice...
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Jean,Fer,Babi e Cabral. Truquinho Básico!
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Louis, Cabral(tentando enganar a camera) e Raffs
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Eu e o Misa ganhamos uma festinha "surpresa" de despedida no sábado. Enquanto não me mandam as fotos, vou buscar umas porae. MInha mãe ficou indignada que o Raffs e o Graaaaaaaaaande Átila queriam me sequestrar. hauhauhau. Eu ri muito com o jeito que ela falou. Tipo coisa de filme... hauhua
Só vcs mesmo!!
Vô sentir muita falta de vcs!! 
Brigada, genteim!! 
Foto velha da Devon´s. Cabral safadão, se valendo do delay da câmera digital, me deixou dançando sozinha. Eu loira ainda. 
huhuhu!!
Corrigindo... fotos roubadas do misa... 
Pra quem ainda não viu: eu sem aparelho e morena.. huhuhu
Letra da Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd, uma das minhas músicas preferidas:
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smokes on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
O.K.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smokes on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
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