Köln Dom
A sério..não és tu..sou eu..
13 years ago
Oct 7, 2009
Jul 9, 2009
Jul 7, 2009
Jun 27, 2009
Jun 16, 2009
Jun 15, 2009
Jun 10, 2009
Jun 8, 2009
Jun 4, 2009
INFORMAÇÃO DE ULTIMA HORA!!!
Devido às quedas dos bancos, queda das bolsas, cortes no orçamento, à crise nos combustiveis e pelo racionamento mundial de energia, informam os que a famosa "luz ao fundo do túnel", es~tá temporariamente desligada.
A gerência
A gerência
Jun 2, 2009
May 20, 2009
THE CULT em Lisboa
Há pois é...25 de Setembro...é uma sexta feira, Coliseu dos Recreios e os bilhetes já estão á venda...
May 16, 2009
May 15, 2009
Remédios Caseiros
Um médico, depois de ver a história clínica do paciente, pergunta:
- Fuma?
- Pouco.
- Faz bem. Quanto menos melhor.
- Bebe?
- Pouco.
- Ainda bem.
- Pratica desporto?
- Não posso. Tenho lesões antigas.
- Pois, é pena.
- E sexo, pratica com frequência?
- Muito pouco.
- Isso é que não pode ser. Se não pratica desporto, deve compensar
fazendo muito sexo. Vá para casa e pense bem nisso...
Ele foi para casa, contou à mulher o que o médico lhe tinha dito e,
de seguida foi tomar um banho. A mulher, esperançosa, enfeita-se,
perfuma-se, põe o seu melhor baby-doll e fica à espera dele, numa
pose toda provocante. Ele sai do chuveiro, perfuma-se
cuidadosamente, começa a vestir-se, e a mulher, surpreendida,
pergunta:
- Aonde é que vais?
- Não ouviste o que o médico me disse?
- Sim, por isso mesmo estou aqui, já prontinha para... tu sabes!
Então ele responde:
- Ah, Francisca, Francisca, lá estás tu outra vez com a mania dos
remédios caseiros...
- Fuma?
- Pouco.
- Faz bem. Quanto menos melhor.
- Bebe?
- Pouco.
- Ainda bem.
- Pratica desporto?
- Não posso. Tenho lesões antigas.
- Pois, é pena.
- E sexo, pratica com frequência?
- Muito pouco.
- Isso é que não pode ser. Se não pratica desporto, deve compensar
fazendo muito sexo. Vá para casa e pense bem nisso...
Ele foi para casa, contou à mulher o que o médico lhe tinha dito e,
de seguida foi tomar um banho. A mulher, esperançosa, enfeita-se,
perfuma-se, põe o seu melhor baby-doll e fica à espera dele, numa
pose toda provocante. Ele sai do chuveiro, perfuma-se
cuidadosamente, começa a vestir-se, e a mulher, surpreendida,
pergunta:
- Aonde é que vais?
- Não ouviste o que o médico me disse?
- Sim, por isso mesmo estou aqui, já prontinha para... tu sabes!
Então ele responde:
- Ah, Francisca, Francisca, lá estás tu outra vez com a mania dos
remédios caseiros...
May 5, 2009
Apr 24, 2009
Apr 21, 2009
From the Stars - White Lies
I saw a friend that i once knew at a funeral,
He took the time out to be seen.
His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch, that he'd been given by a magazine.
He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon,
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece.
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again,
As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased.
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel,
Passing through the sick streets where he was born
He said "Driver, what's happened to these buildings? They all look run down and so alone."
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse,
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
When the maid came in the morning
She found him shivering on the bedroom floor
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took the time out to be seen.
His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch, that he'd been given by a magazine.
He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon,
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece.
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again,
As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased.
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel,
Passing through the sick streets where he was born
He said "Driver, what's happened to these buildings? They all look run down and so alone."
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse,
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
When the maid came in the morning
She found him shivering on the bedroom floor
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
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