tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150868505585732088.post2712571696908208872..comments2023-06-29T14:14:25.767+01:00Comments on por aqui! ...: desafio da meh!me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05897578763219310639noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150868505585732088.post-9668766906809707892009-01-29T12:49:00.000+00:002009-01-29T12:49:00.000+00:00Merci...je le trouve! ;)Merci...je le trouve! ;)me.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05897578763219310639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150868505585732088.post-48255123248663043542009-01-29T09:50:00.000+00:002009-01-29T09:50:00.000+00:00Moi, je les ai fait sur mon blog! ;-)Moi, je les ai fait sur mon blog! ;-)etchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17690535530376829094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150868505585732088.post-88411593367000797862009-01-29T09:40:00.000+00:002009-01-29T09:40:00.000+00:00Obrigada mfc.E a todos os outros que contribuírem!...Obrigada mfc.<BR/><BR/>E a todos os outros que contribuírem!me.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05897578763219310639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150868505585732088.post-65486560737594189572009-01-28T23:49:00.000+00:002009-01-28T23:49:00.000+00:00"Resistiriam estas premissas a um exame sério? Era..."Resistiriam estas premissas a um exame sério? Era talvez a razão dos esquerdistas atacarem tantoa boémia."<BR/><BR/>Por quem os sinos dobram... Ernest Hemingway.mfchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18378386826409119492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150868505585732088.post-23302177059551794482009-01-28T20:35:00.000+00:002009-01-28T20:35:00.000+00:00assim...vou ter de escrever estrangeiro! o meu fra...assim...vou ter de escrever estrangeiro! <BR/>o meu francês, não sei se chega para isso tudo...uiii :)me.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05897578763219310639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150868505585732088.post-33513128083090716982009-01-28T19:13:00.000+00:002009-01-28T19:13:00.000+00:00"un véritable regimbeur, un vrai de vrai, et aux d..."un véritable regimbeur, un vrai de vrai, et aux dents aiguisées, qui ne s'accrochaient aux mollets des intrus qu'aprés les derniers coups de cloche de minuit et toujours`à l'endroit habituel, sous le banc en granit brut qui avait déjà été le pied-à-terre des pressures de a Maison des Dulcamara et qui aidait tant à passer le temps les jours ensoleillés." in histoires du huile d'olive, antónio manuel monteiro<BR/><BR/><BR/>o primeiro livro que encontrei na minha mesa :)mehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10892871664913728070noreply@blogger.com