Não estamos preparados para ele...

Num país onde os costumes são brandos, as vontades boas e as temperaturas amenas nunca poderemos estar preparados para situações extremas como este frio gelado que se passeia de braço dado com o vento agreste, especialmente nos últimos dias.

Não consigo aquecer decentemente as minhas extremidades...

Mãos e pés têm-se mantido num estado que varia entre o frio e o morno, salvando-se os momentos em que se acende a lareira ou a salamandra.

E enquanto procuro o conforto à beira do fogo, vão desfilando as imagens de muita neve lá para as bandas do Norte.

Verãoooo! Volta que estás perdoado!

Beijos,

da Princesa

Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

Frank Sinatra

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Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've no place to go

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

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It doesn't show signs of stopping
And I brought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
*
When we finally kiss good-night
How I'll hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm
*
The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
*
When we finally kiss good-night
How I'll hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm
*
The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
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