E se déssemos o grito do Ipiranga a todas as fantasias infantis que nos populam o sonho? Não seria bom? Não seríamos mais felizes sem estas parvoíces na cabeça?
lá vou eu ficar ca musica na cabeça: Siiiigh no more, ladies, siiiiiigh no more; Men weeeeere deceivers eeeever; One foot on seeeea and one on shoooooore, To oooone thing constant neeeever; Then sigh not sooooo, But let them gooooo, And be you bliiiithe and booonny; Converting aaaall your sounds of wooooooe Into. Hey nonny, nonnyyyy. :P:P
«há dias em que sonhar é nocivo»
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lol
We can all do our share by not brainwashing our kids as we ourselves were brainwashed:P But alas, I fear it's too late for our generation.
We're doomed. DOOMED I say!!! *sound of distant thunder*
lol
lá vou eu ficar ca musica na cabeça:
Siiiigh no more, ladies, siiiiiigh no more;
Men weeeeere deceivers eeeever;
One foot on seeeea and one on shoooooore,
To oooone thing constant neeeever;
Then sigh not sooooo,
But let them gooooo,
And be you bliiiithe and booonny;
Converting aaaall your sounds of wooooooe
Into. Hey nonny, nonnyyyy.
:P:P
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