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Trovões e Relampagos...


Que passa com o tempo???
Além do dia molhado, chão molhado, tempo molhado e temos dois amigos a brigarem...
Uma briga muito feia, de mau humor, até mete medo...
Entre trovão e relâmpago, ninguém mete a colher, nem a água molhada, consegue apaziguar…
Que brigam forte e feio, a ponto de estremecer as paredes...
ARREPIAAAA… vou esconder-me debaixo dos meus lençóis.
Ontem, adormeci as 3.30h, hoje a tarde, vi raios no céu, fascinante...
E agora, vejo luzes brancas, paparazzis não cansam de tirar fotos… e logo de seguida, sermões… estou a ficar stressada.

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