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(Georges Perros)anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-25670908535139770492013-05-01T23:55:00.004+01:002013-05-01T23:57:32.472+01:00Voltamos sempre aos sítios onde fomos felizes<br />
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Está na hora de retomar velhos, mas bons hábitos.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><strong>Apenas relatos de uma jornada.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><strong>Uma entre tantas outras,</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><strong>esta que é a minha.</strong></span></div>
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<br />anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-8100172635863105082009-05-21T20:02:00.006+00:002009-05-21T20:28:34.314+00:00Yes, she is<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0xgEyUFFeKWjifY-dJOr8a8zz7c4ChBkAftLevvUglGDYvhTcUmTqtpxO9s_RNzYVgITCXxUNm7iBB3OQuAy52jnhNXFguxuzJfR1cmyXM9f2uim3FP_B_0LUfasmV16b2vJxk7mfL4/s1600-h/beyonce.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338372205139258770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0xgEyUFFeKWjifY-dJOr8a8zz7c4ChBkAftLevvUglGDYvhTcUmTqtpxO9s_RNzYVgITCXxUNm7iBB3OQuAy52jnhNXFguxuzJfR1cmyXM9f2uim3FP_B_0LUfasmV16b2vJxk7mfL4/s320/beyonce.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Sim, a srª canta que se farta! </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Sim, a srª dança tanto que só de a ver uma pessoa fica cansada! </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Sim, a srª tem uma presença em palco digna do estatuto que tem! </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Sim, a srª porporciona duas horas de espectáculo em que tudo - roupa, luzes, videos, dançarinos, coreografias, troca de roupas, transições - vem encadeado e ensaiado ao pormenor!<br />Sim, a srª faz de menina do coro, com direito a "ave maria" e vestido de noiva, como também veste o papel de mulher "quem manda aqui sou eu" ou simplesmente explora tudo aquilo que "a natureza lhe deu e Deus abençoou" para seduzir até o mais míope!<br />Yes, she is a DIVA!</strong></span></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="225" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXwKdCwKSW4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXwKdCwKSW4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="225"></embed></object></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">(ja estou para deixar aqui este videoclip desde que ele foi publicado no site do kayne west... demorou, mas cá está ele)</span></p><p align="justify"></p>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-63142813480055501912009-05-17T19:51:00.004+00:002009-05-17T19:56:07.675+00:00A necessidade de ir<div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Há viagens que não se destinam a chegar a algum lado, mas sim a fugir de qualquer coisa. Por sorte, quando se foge de qualquer coisa, chega-se sempre a algum lado.</strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">J.L.Peixoto</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-27822009570976863342009-05-14T13:47:00.001+00:002009-05-14T13:47:42.657+00:00Are you prepared to be wrong?<p align="center"><object height="225" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yFi1mKnvs2w&hl=pt-br&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yFi1mKnvs2w&hl=pt-br&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="225"></embed></object></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="225" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0pn_oTIwy4g&hl=pt-br&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0pn_oTIwy4g&hl=pt-br&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="225"></embed></object></p>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-90441338685990463872009-05-14T13:17:00.007+00:002013-05-01T23:58:32.594+01:003...2...1...Time out it's over<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6P4SVPQLk2FslGowl74UHeCiMbHwYJrFp8hcuS2V6GMGU0nCzN5UaRwhjfuJfk-N3Lw2WmMd4ChLCFm5K7jnBUzmg-GaOusgI-bW6mY1AHxjO8w4qdKe8-HbfGstW2G8Ojy5OLbddpo/s1600-h/travel.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335676172136478418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6P4SVPQLk2FslGowl74UHeCiMbHwYJrFp8hcuS2V6GMGU0nCzN5UaRwhjfuJfk-N3Lw2WmMd4ChLCFm5K7jnBUzmg-GaOusgI-bW6mY1AHxjO8w4qdKe8-HbfGstW2G8Ojy5OLbddpo/s200/travel.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"><strong>E sem dar por isso o tempo passou a correr ... foram dias ao ritmo alucinante de uma montanha russa com horas perdidas, felizes (re)encontros, prazos de entrega, aniversários, momentos surpresa, noites que ora foram curtas ora mal dormidas, crianças agitadas, minutos de silêncio, dias de sol / chuva / neve :) ... houve de tudo um pouco ao som do tic-tac que não faz barulho ... agora é apanhar fôlego e seguir para a próxima.</strong></span><br />
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anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-23266758460824628062009-02-15T23:23:00.001+00:002009-02-15T23:41:04.149+00:00Finally<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKuvbPuojQdTaxThreXDNdlAtd7ZPyUxEdqyBnVXylVtbeABI5aTPJVsKwD_CfJ0RLjJy62QCmMEHy1SnjoWtJvfpVWygbQEaZU_ex2AdrU7Aq8FF1xOSOxtq4-1F3vJoEoJ5vKg-v5E/s1600-h/headphones2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303173226686938930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKuvbPuojQdTaxThreXDNdlAtd7ZPyUxEdqyBnVXylVtbeABI5aTPJVsKwD_CfJ0RLjJy62QCmMEHy1SnjoWtJvfpVWygbQEaZU_ex2AdrU7Aq8FF1xOSOxtq4-1F3vJoEoJ5vKg-v5E/s320/headphones2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-3667133880665485992008-12-26T12:10:00.003+00:002008-12-26T12:11:34.740+00:00tão?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gWXLwkk_w8dyEggUfqExmNdKbK0kW5GI8jyKmsI6ATyjbxm6qiBp9i9N1VAoCzc0moKsIXAsD27gQht_fWN2ecsUMkxqA-kzJeJ-PvOP0YpFOSb-quW5dPEdNgMpIYb2xtJ_HUGb68M/s1600-h/So-Where-s-My-Fucking-Pony-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284070304739444498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gWXLwkk_w8dyEggUfqExmNdKbK0kW5GI8jyKmsI6ATyjbxm6qiBp9i9N1VAoCzc0moKsIXAsD27gQht_fWN2ecsUMkxqA-kzJeJ-PvOP0YpFOSb-quW5dPEdNgMpIYb2xtJ_HUGb68M/s320/So-Where-s-My-Fucking-Pony-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-91460923320282763622008-10-31T12:56:00.003+00:002008-10-31T12:59:37.381+00:00Música para desentupir o nariz **<p align="center"><object height="144" width="225"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZQIBk7ZSWI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZQIBk7ZSWI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"></embed></object></p><p align="center"></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>.</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">** forma como foi anunciada esta música na ant3na ;)</span></p>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-65193694924364370552008-10-27T22:41:00.010+00:002008-10-31T12:55:57.920+00:00"eh pa.... agora não"<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIMTwkpjGKrAkdqgntTkc7UXSygxrmnqsJucRayY5OKrOwhOmSy6yqXtPoprQHzGr5nWWhH1CYEpm9Sd4COGea8eaAmA0Rr-4QQWU3lpB5yRaKi6mT5-HfRQFL2JyhFXY2oGzlQHmqC0/s1600-h/aa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263299943533068674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIMTwkpjGKrAkdqgntTkc7UXSygxrmnqsJucRayY5OKrOwhOmSy6yqXtPoprQHzGr5nWWhH1CYEpm9Sd4COGea8eaAmA0Rr-4QQWU3lpB5yRaKi6mT5-HfRQFL2JyhFXY2oGzlQHmqC0/s200/aa.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#666666;">Ainda que não tenham sido de seguida, ontem somadas foram 19h (e hoje de manhã ainda custou acordar) ...... brrr .... semana dificil</span></strong></div></span>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-19048510118896992432008-10-23T20:33:00.003+00:002008-10-23T20:44:41.651+00:00Despe-me<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>"Despe-me devagar. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Com o olhar…</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Primeiro a silhueta, percorre-me o contorno.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Tira-me o vestido, aii, mais devagar, com jeitinho.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Começa nos ombros, desaperta os botões, sim eu sei….são milhões! </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Desaperta um a um e descobre os meus segredos, tem calma, não vou a lado nenhum.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Repara bem em mim, sente a minha textura, os meus cheiros, não te atrapalhes, vá continua.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Despe-me, tira-me tudo, expõe-me para ti.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Estás a demorar, vá, vá… começo-me a chatear. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Deixa-te de hesitar.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Oh que falta de coragem..</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Vá. Vai te embora, vai e vê-me da outra margem.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Eu dispo-me para ti.</strong></em></span><br />.<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Lisboa é uma mulher difícil, mas compensa ..."<br /></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Sim, fala-se de Lisboa ... Que outra coisa poderia ser? :)<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">ps: </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><a href="http://www2.blogger.com/lecool.com/lisboa"><strong>LeCoolMagazine</strong></a><strong> deixou a sugestão, e eu como sou menina cumpridora, aqui fica a</strong> provocação <strong>aos da margem de lá do rio :)</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-80064005816812884442008-10-12T16:58:00.002+00:002008-10-12T17:00:00.233+00:00Clandestino<p align="center"><object height="200" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WfzjPiUrUg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WfzjPiUrUg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>18 Outubro @ aula magna</strong></span></p>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-84107307876177860602008-09-29T09:55:00.003+00:002008-09-29T10:14:43.623+00:00It's not a silly little moment<p align="center"><object height="250" width="325"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dr9cZk_ExVI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dr9cZk_ExVI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="250"></embed></object></p>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-32722564547506751382008-09-28T22:32:00.008+00:002008-09-29T10:26:00.119+00:00Before ...you go away<div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Porque é qualquer coisa de genial ... porque o "before sunrise" leva'm sempre para uma viagem ao "que fui, ao que sou, ao que serei" ... porque por muitas vezes que já o(s) tenha visto, nunca me canso de ver mais uma vez ... porque quando passa na tv nao consigo ficar indiferente e paro o que estiver a fazer na hora até o filme acabar ... porque no domingo a rtp fez o brilharete de passar o "before sunset" durante a tarde</span> </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><object height="200" width="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtvrzpebA6k&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtvrzpebA6k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"></embed></object></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="200" width="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvFosXeqmDg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvFosXeqmDg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"></embed></object></p>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-51775291195346124092008-09-17T19:37:00.008+00:002008-09-28T22:32:44.688+00:00(re)começar<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>E com mais ou menos ânimo, lá chegou o setembro com ...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... as aulas </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... os 1001 caras novas </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... o dizer as regras em modus repeat </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... o corre corre para ser pontual </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... as reuniões </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... os deveres e responsabilidades </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... as burocracias </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... as parvoices da sra ministra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... as listas de colocação de professores </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... a troca de horários .</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... o telefone a tocar </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... os reencontros </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... os caloiros e veteranos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... as festas </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... as ruas com gente </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... o trânsito </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... as pessoas stressadas atrás do volante </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... os transportes publicos à pinha </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... a falta de tempo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... o tempo que ora que está sol ora faz frio </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... as calças compridas </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... a praia fora de horas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... e o desejo de partir para férias ou para uma fuga ainda que com fim anunciado</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-89583089138582033422008-09-17T19:37:00.007+00:002008-09-17T20:28:47.562+00:00Other point of view<p align="center"><object height="224" width="325"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hV6b2h02wHw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hV6b2h02wHw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="224"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Gnarls Barkley (Who's Gonna Save My Soul) </strong></span></p>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-57799015608282196082008-09-02T23:07:00.004+00:002008-09-04T11:39:33.581+00:00O tempo da facilidade acabou<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>.... disse o</strong> carissimo sr primeiro ministro<strong> ...mas isto só se for para os professores, que isto de ser aluno é o que está a dar!</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AX7skdcRAYWx10fGDJupyNe9BkYAFECR3-aYyRjAaWx_1u1XVWShHOANsLUGJeLQqZYrqtxZRFnQzMSyirzHdI6UQLdz6OfHF_SkO9I7yo_ZdfGR8yY_Vt07ngXAG_znhki_aHLD1qc/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241567744379524882" style="CURSOR: hand" height="348" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AX7skdcRAYWx10fGDJupyNe9BkYAFECR3-aYyRjAaWx_1u1XVWShHOANsLUGJeLQqZYrqtxZRFnQzMSyirzHdI6UQLdz6OfHF_SkO9I7yo_ZdfGR8yY_Vt07ngXAG_znhki_aHLD1qc/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" width="464" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><br /></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Ainda na mesma "lógica", fica a sugestão de leitura do artigo "</strong>passar com negativas a (quase) tudo<strong>" @ expresso (30.agosto.2008)</strong></span></p>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-15013660258902069942008-09-01T13:37:00.018+00:002008-09-01T19:51:03.130+00:00Verão é ...<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241047082687816386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57W6cfBG_pkW6z55-scV53Tcl6hlJRxjxXqdordS3zEpLmOzqMqh-dRcTkgEHSGJbaoP0SXFTS48wnTGudm0LZI3eVMzFAlkS7dbPMW5qtTzwRfB48NPEuN1s_WriFkxJI50YRHzxLDY/s320/baleal.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... esticar a toalha e deixar'se ficar a gozar o sol</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm4LXrZVTOoxlS_-BeHgOjkp3nPYRpkTGDDIcEs2KmtJc3WpjVx__qYKvlA9kfrDLv1QqMjZUgLtKpCpfRfNWJRpD3gRKvoxjeE08ktT-CV82BePHYE9MiYQdJNmMAvF0kIN8bW4qYl8/s1600-h/fresca.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241134075945954850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm4LXrZVTOoxlS_-BeHgOjkp3nPYRpkTGDDIcEs2KmtJc3WpjVx__qYKvlA9kfrDLv1QqMjZUgLtKpCpfRfNWJRpD3gRKvoxjeE08ktT-CV82BePHYE9MiYQdJNmMAvF0kIN8bW4qYl8/s320/fresca.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... beber mini <em>fresquinha fresquinha</em></strong></span> </div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOZWTTh_b07rw5t27QlCdAWUGMBUR791Ay4G7trennHmTYVotm2-U0ln3mcybCSiGHq-C7sEPdk1wf5CU7d19bfp5KzeMcf1kI2aEHp-Ly6a5BFleEa6sgbmPzKDI4iz_60gLc3lkxoo/s1600-h/WeddingCake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241056710089364162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOZWTTh_b07rw5t27QlCdAWUGMBUR791Ay4G7trennHmTYVotm2-U0ln3mcybCSiGHq-C7sEPdk1wf5CU7d19bfp5KzeMcf1kI2aEHp-Ly6a5BFleEa6sgbmPzKDI4iz_60gLc3lkxoo/s320/WeddingCake.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">... tempo de celebrar rumos que agora se escrevem a dois</span></strong> </span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241051325140979074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFql1kUEUa4cqDaC6arF3C2iGKGWvrN6ncuZmG-dEieoZxLc9AWSHKHiiiKtJjR4zcIZ0USdp0JQ3yyeaJAYjUkcLZFTxDyLw1WoR32WDmg3eT7LIhPhCYd3EGse7WEms5vV-aLR5PeI/s320/sao+miguel.bmp" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">... ir e conhecer outras paragens e gentes </span></strong></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCopKSV7epNieaSfeKWQxc3w52pihPecTIpu_lkCNzG3sQeAtXghRv74EmdwIPP-k7E7J5CiCLWf3fWJWdi-zYTk6hw6rAfr8SCd2tTOEj4dSNLM40Ik1ReQMF7Mdqpk80Vi4Fvmf-w7M/s1600-h/GroupJump.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241067157803771890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCopKSV7epNieaSfeKWQxc3w52pihPecTIpu_lkCNzG3sQeAtXghRv74EmdwIPP-k7E7J5CiCLWf3fWJWdi-zYTk6hw6rAfr8SCd2tTOEj4dSNLM40Ik1ReQMF7Mdqpk80Vi4Fvmf-w7M/s320/GroupJump.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">... ir a banhos ao sinal de partida</span></strong> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-GIxgzb7DK5mqrgvZOIVZotwH5zQfZ2DSDo6Rc3CrDDDMg6UwfUEujhgAaKM8V_HnQCOdkXMObPdhL7XkZUfh_Jwooarb7CWBDK8C3GPgG2JSegNDUjwfXERqW-AlKK3cClptnyvUMM/s1600-h/beijo+na+barriguinha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241068644456266930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-GIxgzb7DK5mqrgvZOIVZotwH5zQfZ2DSDo6Rc3CrDDDMg6UwfUEujhgAaKM8V_HnQCOdkXMObPdhL7XkZUfh_Jwooarb7CWBDK8C3GPgG2JSegNDUjwfXERqW-AlKK3cClptnyvUMM/s320/beijo+na+barriguinha.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... beijos na marca do biquini</strong></span><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjTa7V_h0rgeZlR2qW5hZbm0stMASQeKTCLB6wLC03HSTjyjVqCWb_3s4qDBUTeEgXCLwMPVLJJjG2yyQQWm_8SW6QIRZ1gHG4dklNwPDIx1Mc2BsdW-Povc3_A3gFX8n-ciEP6dvFug/s1600-h/costa+vicentina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241059808656382898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjTa7V_h0rgeZlR2qW5hZbm0stMASQeKTCLB6wLC03HSTjyjVqCWb_3s4qDBUTeEgXCLwMPVLJJjG2yyQQWm_8SW6QIRZ1gHG4dklNwPDIx1Mc2BsdW-Povc3_A3gFX8n-ciEP6dvFug/s320/costa+vicentina.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>... redescobrir os locais onde nos sentimos bem</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-70649456422344233662008-08-21T23:22:00.014+01:002008-08-21T23:43:40.336+01:00Se perguntarem por mim digam que voei<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPUJYSXkYkUTxJNuHNe3L5spferwnn-1Zkfo9NNe8BSHMASlVwf0hVRCgu61w3MsGYrmOGAIefLKqBGCczPG0KvvQDFI1dl6i9KsRu0-OF6g50uSxkNlKxbdRjhhdR2GHgWwheNw09fI/s1600-h/the_girl_and_the_moon_800x600.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237104414989737602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="229" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPUJYSXkYkUTxJNuHNe3L5spferwnn-1Zkfo9NNe8BSHMASlVwf0hVRCgu61w3MsGYrmOGAIefLKqBGCczPG0KvvQDFI1dl6i9KsRu0-OF6g50uSxkNlKxbdRjhhdR2GHgWwheNw09fI/s320/the_girl_and_the_moon_800x600.jpg" width="308" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Hoje</strong></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>a partir da janela do meu quarto de menina</strong></span></div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><strong>JURO</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>que se me estica's um pouco</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>conseguia tocar na Lua</strong></span></div></div></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-40846323300202237802008-08-19T00:48:00.005+01:002008-08-19T15:46:12.565+01:00Special<p align="center"><object height="200" width="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqBCOBRcMqc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqBCOBRcMqc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"></embed></object></p><p align="center"></p><p align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Porque hoje estava a dar um "best #10 chill out music" e esta ficou em terceiro lugar<br />.<br />Porque já não via este video à muito<br />.<br />Porque já la vão 10 anos e a reacção à melodia mantem's<br />.<br />Porque sim ... é bom ... e sabe bem ouvir<br /><br />:)</p><br /></span></strong>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-49399814434558706692008-07-27T22:22:00.005+01:002008-11-13T09:05:34.866+00:00Welcome to paradise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigdEaKMxkJlhkw4dgjpQ7hjVlC8ly4Y3FuxqT5CfNelNB0zO6FTvRAVv7xGsTrQtV1uUaqsfDzUb3V4Me4g3OwPpkmir1YPSqaU4-l9WsgaPNztavBAG0HCsv64SVGvm5snmOsUVOevUg/s1600-h/10216295A~Wonderful-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227808579183367506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigdEaKMxkJlhkw4dgjpQ7hjVlC8ly4Y3FuxqT5CfNelNB0zO6FTvRAVv7xGsTrQtV1uUaqsfDzUb3V4Me4g3OwPpkmir1YPSqaU4-l9WsgaPNztavBAG0HCsv64SVGvm5snmOsUVOevUg/s400/10216295A~Wonderful-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>surf nocturno</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>festa na praia</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>música</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>dança</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>amigos<br />dia de sol</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>água perfeita</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">@ baleal</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-76499257373676426542008-07-25T10:46:00.004+01:002008-11-13T09:05:34.930+00:00Can you feel?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3XEJ-GC2RPsf1uZnYQJVj5YcMIHyHOEH_f7LynLYsaxizX7enk3FCQALOmKsYpcCJlb8aIZ4gjWh1pnPxcWFR0S3qo85VZnsgWRF_FPjKo-devTIM-BSI-AuWBeqhDzg_VOq9XZyIjA/s1600-h/Nneka_NO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226887178870350194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3XEJ-GC2RPsf1uZnYQJVj5YcMIHyHOEH_f7LynLYsaxizX7enk3FCQALOmKsYpcCJlb8aIZ4gjWh1pnPxcWFR0S3qo85VZnsgWRF_FPjKo-devTIM-BSI-AuWBeqhDzg_VOq9XZyIjA/s320/Nneka_NO.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>-- -></strong></span> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDWLSyYIMOM"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Heartbeat</span></strong> </a><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><---</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/nnekaworld">myspace.com/nnekaworld</a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-9440652885236278332008-07-02T17:03:00.001+01:002008-11-13T09:05:35.047+00:00Sorriso roubado<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipOd1pH_S35EAnhA7-gt9TE9wt7DmEKS_MXcZZQ9BsZX2ZclhCuyyTRa0uJv2f1dn-W0QfnRYybVtGl9aUXbLCxu73vnA_eW_X424fONQJQBjfodZXFiZNqdFNx1kScsVK9U230lNpobo/s1600-h/gosto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218448397397238194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipOd1pH_S35EAnhA7-gt9TE9wt7DmEKS_MXcZZQ9BsZX2ZclhCuyyTRa0uJv2f1dn-W0QfnRYybVtGl9aUXbLCxu73vnA_eW_X424fONQJQBjfodZXFiZNqdFNx1kScsVK9U230lNpobo/s400/gosto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-5695576722018342082008-06-30T10:01:00.003+01:002008-06-30T10:17:12.325+01:00Quase<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><em>"Um pouco mais de sol - eu era brasa,<br />Um pouco mais de azul - eu era além.<br />Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...<br />Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...<br />Assombro ou paz? Em vão... Tudo esvaído<br />Num grande mar enganador de espuma;<br />E o grande sonho despertado em bruma,<br />O grande sonho -</em> ó dor!<em> - quase vivido...<br />Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama,<br />Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão...<br />Mas na minh'alma tudo se derrama...<br />Entanto nada foi só ilusão!<br />De tudo houve um começo ... e tudo errou...<br />-</em> Ai a dor de ser<em> - quase, dor sem fim...<br />Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim,<br />Asa que se enlaçou mas não voou...<br />Momentos de alma que, desbaratei...<br />Templos aonde nunca pus um altar...<br />Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar...<br />Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei...<br />Se me vagueio, encontro só indícios...<br />Ogivas para o sol - vejo-as cerradas;<br />E mãos de herói, sem fé, acobardadas,<br />Puseram grades sobre os precipícios...<br />Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto,<br />Tudo encetei e nada possuí...<br />Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto<br />Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi...<br />Um pouco mais de sol - e fora brasa,<br />Um pouco mais de azul - e fora além.<br />Para atingir faltou-me um golpe de asa...<br />Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém..."<br /></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#666666;">Mário de Sá-Carneiro</span></strong> </span></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-12707246416983949732008-06-25T14:06:00.009+01:002008-06-25T14:30:16.788+01:00"seguimos dançando / um balanço malandro"<p align="center"><object height="150" width="225"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QKVKVgBnWjA&hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QKVKVgBnWjA&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="225" height="150"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">A FESTA</span> (Maria Rita) **</strong></span> </p><p align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><strong>** hoje no Coliseu de Lisboa </strong></span></p>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380059475101820628.post-85444567102153177482008-06-22T23:31:00.002+01:002008-06-22T23:34:26.611+01:00That's why<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">'"O tempo é uma abstracção. [...]</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">não é o tempo que é longo, nós é que nos aborrecemos;</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">não é o tempo que é curto, nos é que nos apressamos. [...]</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">o tempo é neutro, nós é que o qualificamos"</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Hélène Lazure</span></div>anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18237382231860533054noreply@blogger.com1