Publicado em , por Pedro Couto e Santos
…e então decidiu chegar todo esta noite. Bolas! Um gajo acorda í s quatro da manhã a pensar que alguém decidiu que Portugal era fácil de conquistar e começam a cair as primeiras bombas.
Afinal era trovoada.
Normalmente ficaria contente, a noite toda a janela a assisir ao show. Infelizmente tenho que ir trabalhar, portanto já não acho tanta piada como quando tinha 14 anos.
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até era capaz de ficar a ver se eles não estivessem a cair tão é cima.. é que mal fazia o relapago, o trovão vinha logo.. desses tenho medo :(
Não vale a pena ter medo, não morde :)
Nada como ver raios “cair” no Tejo.