N G R 16: Recuar três casas. Back three houses.

João

Born in

His parents

Ana

João went to live in France at the age of 27

João had two daughters, Aurora and Graça, Helena 22 Lisbon

Rosi Italia João´s wife

They met in Paris

In a Renault Garage, in Port Cliché in Paris

Rosi was the owner´s daughter and worked there.

João was a mechanic.

Then they went to live in Dordive, Orleans France

Route de Lyon

Aurora

Ana João mother

Rosi Aurora Ana

Deolinda and Ana birth place

Aurora Herbie Diolinda

Casa Branca

Monte Abraão.... Montanha... vizinhanças, Lisboa... 213, leis, policia, Assembleia, partidos politicos, politicos, governo, cães, animais.

há sempre os que são e estão contra, sejam quais forem as suas razões, interesses e trabalho.

Os jogos neste momento não estão acessíveis porque estão guardados a sete chaves, 6 5 chavez...

Informação e trabalho

Hello

N G R

Swans lips

Go back three houses, places,

Go back three record tracks

Blackmore's Night - Ghost Of A Rose (Castles & Dreams, 2005)

The valley green was so serene In the middle ran a stream so blue A maiden fair in despair Once had met her true love there and she told him She would say "Promise me, when you see A white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be your ghost of a rose" Her eyes believed in mysteries She would lay amongst the leaves of amber Her spirit wild, heart of a child yet gentle still And quiet and mild and he loved her When she would say "Promise me, when you see A white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be your ghost of a rose Ghost of a rose" When all was done, she turned to run Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her And ever more he thought he saw A glimpse of her upon the moors forever He'd hear her say "Promise me, when you see A white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be your ghost of a rose" "Promise me, when you see A white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be your ghost of a rose" Ghost of a rose Ghost of a rose, ghost of a rose Ghost of a rose, ghost of a rose Ghost of a rose, ghost of a rose

Ghost Riders In the Sky

An old cowboy went riding out One dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested As he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny And their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry Yippie-yi-o Yippie-yi-yay Ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt Their eyes were blurred Their shirts all soaked with sweat He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies Yippie-yi-o Yippie-yi-yay Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky

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Blackmore's Night - The Circle

I've been here for a million years Through the joy, through the tears But when I am gone this will go on And the circle starts again... I've watched the mountains rise from dust Saw the gold return to rust I had cried when the oceans died And the circle starts again... Ohhh... Ahhh... I was here when the world began to turn Kissed the sun as it started to burn The whispering at the reckoning said "The circle starts again" The moon was rising from above I caught her eye and thought it was love But she turned her back, the sky went black And the circle starts again... Ohhh... Ahhh... I danced through castles made of stone Walked the desert sands alone In the midnight hour you feel the power And the circle starts again... Now the question falls to you, my friend No begining has no end Will we ever learn, will the world still turn, Will the circle start again? Ohhh... Ahhh...

NGR RJR

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João Verde 9

NXGX: JEAN MONNET

Welcome Home

Grandma' welcome home... You have been gone for far too long Is this a dream, are You really back? Let me help You out of the chair... Grandma' Let me touch You, let me feel... Ahhh Grandma' take a look What do You think of the house and the silvery moon? We are going to repaint the front door soon Let me help You out of the chair... Grandma' Let me touch You, let me feel... Ahhh Wait till You see Your room up in the attic Prepared just like You said, without a bed You will find Your rocking chair and the tea pot that Missy found Let me help You out of the chair... Grandma' There is someone waiting for You, now come along Missy and Mother, they are dying to meet You How strange... she's spoken no word... I wonder Grandma'! Are You all right? ~ Grandma' what was it like to be on that holiday site "Oh it could have been worse but with "THEM" by my side In the twilight "THEY" sang all the old lullabies" Grandma' who are "THEY"... "never mind You dirty little brat" "Let us go inside, something's on "THEIR" mind "THEY" are still alive, can You feel "THEIR" eyes Can You feel "THEIR" eyes? Now that You are stuck with me You better be my friend.

The beginning

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