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Kra to trankilo demais hj, meio de ressaca mas muito trankilo...
Ontem depois de alguns meses fui a uma boate, pros de cuiaba, fui no Rush, era aniversario do Yuri (amigo meu do serviço), por sinal muitos anos de vida pra ti meu velho, e a festa arrebentou kra tava muito massa todo mundo animado, a gelera bebendo, dançando e zuando pra caralho, pow me diverti pra caramba apesar de nao gostar muito de musica eletronica quando se esta numa boate se toca pagode vc acaba dançando afinal o alcool jah fez seu trabalho.. hj o dia vai ser muito massa a noite tb tah prometendo afinal pelo que to sabendo tem continuaçao da festa lah no Rush denovo se o povo ligar eu to na fita hehehehhehe.... Bom no mais to feliz e cansado....

Segue ai a musica do dia:


The Eagles - Hotel California


Hotel California
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes-Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty
nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!

Tah ai musiquinha nostalguia ggeral mas muito boa...

Bjus Brain