tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212747122024-03-07T09:43:52.984+00:00flupsilandflupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-34534944412154173372011-03-10T22:49:00.000+00:002011-03-10T22:49:32.883+00:00Porquê?<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DtOVoGblKjs" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe><br />
<br />
Eu sonhei<br />
Que eu estava exatamente aqui<br />
Olhando pra você!<br />
Olhando pra você!<br />
Exatamente aqui<br />
<br />
Você não sabe<br />
Mas eu tava exatamente aqui<br />
Olhando pra você!<br />
Você não sabe<br />
Mas eu tava exatamente aqui<br />
<br />
Pronto para despertar<br />
Prestes mesmo de explodir<br />
Fardo para não voltar<br />
Pranto para estancar<br />
Luto para acordar<br />
Tonto de tanto te ver<br />
Perto mesmo de explodir<br />
Prestes a saber porquê<br />
<br />
Porquê um raio cai?<br />
Porquê o sol se vai?<br />
Se a nuvem vem também<br />
Porquê você não vem?<br />
<br />
Pronto para despertar<br />
Perto mesmo de explodir<br />
Então me diz porquê?<br />
Porquê o raio cai?<br />
Porquê o sol de vai?<br />
Se a nuvem vem também<br />
Porquê você não vem?<br />
<br />
Porquê “talvez” ficar assim<br />
Sonhando separado<br />
Se no fundo a gente quer<br />
O dia a dia lado a lado<br />
Eu não vou deixar que o medo nos impeça de se aproximar<br />
Pra ter um fim toda a estória<br />
Tinha quem começar<br />
Então me diz porquê<br />
Porquê o raio cai?<br />
Porquê o sol se vai?<br />
Se não é pra gente perceber<br />
Que é assim que se faz?<br />
Porquê o sol se vai?<br />
A gente assim assim<br />
Sonhando separado<br />
Se no fundo a gente quer<br />
O dia a dia lado a lado<br />
Eu não vou deixar você com esse medo de se aproximar<br />
Pra ter o fim toda estória um dia tem que começar<br />
Nada a ver a gente se conter<br />
Se as ondas desse mar<br />
Não param de bater<br />
Se as ondas desse mar<br />
Não param de mostrar você no meu olhar<br />
<br />
Me diz porquê?<br />
Porquê o raio cai?<br />
Porquê o sol se vai?<br />
<br />
É natural que seja assim<br />
Você aí e eu aqui!<br />
Exatamente aqui!flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-3631019722246698702011-02-27T20:55:00.000+00:002011-02-27T20:55:43.072+00:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DEQV_YmhZcE" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe><br />
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Entre gargalhadas e raios de sol<br />
De olhos fechados vejo mais além...flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-37616351096764559722011-01-24T23:13:00.000+00:002011-01-24T23:13:34.939+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RYxF1ZohFs14uIx1yK_ACE752tG72LtVCsfm8TFlCUhAKU-iTcrtfxlUwM4mZ6Mp5AGdL6wlBCR8popW1Tc_yRxpzz8uq7ChQgRKEX1pR9NlQ87tVx39PSfZZjxW03YqGHoyQw/s1600/SDC10364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RYxF1ZohFs14uIx1yK_ACE752tG72LtVCsfm8TFlCUhAKU-iTcrtfxlUwM4mZ6Mp5AGdL6wlBCR8popW1Tc_yRxpzz8uq7ChQgRKEX1pR9NlQ87tVx39PSfZZjxW03YqGHoyQw/s400/SDC10364.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><strong>De porta fechada, é como quero ficar</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><strong>De porta fechada, para ninguem entrar</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><strong>De porta fechada, só com o que penso</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><strong>De porta fechada, rezo ao bom senso</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Helena Vitória</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-55966788987519288972011-01-23T23:32:00.000+00:002011-01-23T23:32:48.411+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AMBUcJVnzOY" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7;">"A ponte não é de concreto, não é de ferro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7;">Não é de cimento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7;">A ponte é até onde vai o meu pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7;">A ponte não é para ir nem pra voltar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7;">A ponte é somente pra atravessar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7;">Caminhar sobre as águas desse momento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lenine e Lula Queiroga</span></div><span style="background-color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-49213441903574613812011-01-23T21:56:00.000+00:002011-01-23T21:56:38.136+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhdNB8AClTsT-D2THgHbhiD5rK6_5W3jmAf9rLbuM4TVmpzeeNz59DvqKV3lR4K40GC8tPkyBvYYvxYGZM2B8YptD-iU-1Y3nNJINiPIAhJeicprXeDby3IQUkrUEfgGRKUJY6w/s1600/biancabrunner1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="331" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhdNB8AClTsT-D2THgHbhiD5rK6_5W3jmAf9rLbuM4TVmpzeeNz59DvqKV3lR4K40GC8tPkyBvYYvxYGZM2B8YptD-iU-1Y3nNJINiPIAhJeicprXeDby3IQUkrUEfgGRKUJY6w/s400/biancabrunner1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Nada fica de nada. Nada somos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Um pouco ao sol e ao ar nos atrasamos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Da irrespirável treva que nos pese</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Da humilde terra imposta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Cadáveres adiados que procriam. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Leis feitas, estátuas vistas, odes findas —</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Tudo tem cova sua. Se nós, carnes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">A que um íntimo sol dá sangue, temos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Poente, por que não elas?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Somos contos contando contos, nada. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">14/02/1933</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">(Odes de Ricardo Reis)</span></div>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-7159086228507807222011-01-23T20:55:00.000+00:002011-01-23T20:55:44.171+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie788Tw5FUEwSebPl-4cz6gDWz5SLWWPAdISLVfTm4JetX_WoEkBIpT7wiKT9cM3VEuR3B3vvFDjLtRKb0G28F4wXEpKXVv2bPtVk5zCEle6pr5HCub7FzfDIIq5yEZEjBMvWvwg/s1600/LivroEuEspero-ivro%2526fundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie788Tw5FUEwSebPl-4cz6gDWz5SLWWPAdISLVfTm4JetX_WoEkBIpT7wiKT9cM3VEuR3B3vvFDjLtRKb0G28F4wXEpKXVv2bPtVk5zCEle6pr5HCub7FzfDIIq5yEZEjBMvWvwg/s320/LivroEuEspero-ivro%2526fundo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: red;"><strong>Eu espero...</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><strong>Uma viagem metaforica pelo fio da vida_____________________________________________...</strong></span><br />
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<a href="http://static.publico.clix.pt/fotogalerias/letrapequena/euespero.aspx">http://static.publico.clix.pt/fotogalerias/letrapequena/euespero.aspx</a><br />
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Posso dizer que é um livro da e para a vida.<br />
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Autor: Davide Cali<br />
Ilustrador: Serge Bloch <br />
Tradutor: Miguel Gouveia <br />
Editor: Bruaáflupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-23162929163564015152011-01-15T21:03:00.000+00:002011-01-15T21:03:15.403+00:00<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAY1UoQYMHk?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAY1UoQYMHk?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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Porque a música me faz voar e muito mais...flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-66561031195487826002011-01-15T20:58:00.000+00:002011-01-15T20:58:32.567+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdaIHNRBOj7z3fmXrxAsuZLBlUSn7MgODqax2koq9NPOxOXtae1pm7NhyO5ElXsIeFRSUuRO3zCfwc2xIKoQPGUrh2HIt4W9KCJA4tK_EUoBBIDK-YDyUQJCatE8b_5bL71o0rw/s1600/esperar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdaIHNRBOj7z3fmXrxAsuZLBlUSn7MgODqax2koq9NPOxOXtae1pm7NhyO5ElXsIeFRSUuRO3zCfwc2xIKoQPGUrh2HIt4W9KCJA4tK_EUoBBIDK-YDyUQJCatE8b_5bL71o0rw/s400/esperar.jpg" width="372" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I carry your heart with me ( i carry it in<br />
my heart). I am never without it ( anywhere</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by only me is your doing, my darling)</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I fear</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and whatever a sun will always sing is you</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br />
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I carry your heart ( I carry it in my heart)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Trago o teu coração comigo (guardo-o dentro</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">do meu coração) nunca o deixei noutro lugar (onde quer</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">que vá, vais comigo, meu amor; e o quer que seja feito</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">apenas por mim, é por ti feito, minha querida) temerei</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">jamais qualquer destino (pois és o meu destino, minha doçura) quererei</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">jamais qualquer mundo (que a tua formosura é todo o meu mundo, minha verdade)</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e és tu o que uma lua sempre possa ter significado</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e o quer que tenha sempre um sol cantado, és tu</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">aqui está o mais profundo segredo a todos velado</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(aqui está a raiz da raiz e o botão do botão</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e as alturas das alturas de uma árvore chamada vida; que cresce</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">para além do que a alma pode esperar ou o pensamento esconder)</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e é esta a maravilha que mantém as estrelas separadas</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Trago o teu coração (guardo-o dentro do meu coração)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E. E. Cummings </span>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-4304977200171666642011-01-09T21:33:00.002+00:002011-01-09T21:33:54.862+00:00<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lV3SHBFyDZM?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lV3SHBFyDZM?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-50708490208010236262011-01-09T21:20:00.001+00:002011-01-09T21:21:10.628+00:00Saudade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNYxlBXs3AvcamFMI58407LttzSCHXDk8rimKXdgHU-wJsXJpLKTIxe6Y8PMagZsYap-3Jba4BUflnQIWDO-1EGuaUlAnGiD_pWn6YRTH7z9GxXkD4q6mAstWtcnocgT1PECD_cQ/s1600/love29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNYxlBXs3AvcamFMI58407LttzSCHXDk8rimKXdgHU-wJsXJpLKTIxe6Y8PMagZsYap-3Jba4BUflnQIWDO-1EGuaUlAnGiD_pWn6YRTH7z9GxXkD4q6mAstWtcnocgT1PECD_cQ/s400/love29.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Esta palavra saudade</span><span style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sete letras de ternura</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sete letras de ansiedade</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">E outras tantas de aventura</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Esta palavra saudade</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">A mais bela e a mais pura</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sete letras de verdade</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">E outras tantas, de loucura</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sete pedras, sete cardos</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sete facas e punhais</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sete beijos que são nados</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sete pecados mortais</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Esta palavra saudade</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Dói no corpo devagar</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Quando a gente se levanta, fica na cama a chorar</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Esta palavra saudade</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sabe a sumo de limão</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Tem um travo de amargura,</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Que nasceu no coração</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Ai palavra amarga e doce estrangulada na garganta</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Palavra com se fosse o silêncio, que se canta</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Meu cavalo imenso e louco a galopar na distância</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Entre o muito e entre o pouco, que me afasta da infância</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Esta palavra saudade é a mais prenha de pranto, como um filho nascesse</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Por termos sofrido tanto</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Por termos sofrido tanto</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">É que a saudade está viva</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">São sete letras de encanto</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sete letras por enquanto,</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Enquanto a gente for viva</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Esta palavra saudade sabe ao gosto das amoras</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Cada vez que tu não vens, cada vez que tu demoras</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Ai palavra amarga e doce, debruçada na idade</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Palavra como se fossemos resto de mocidade</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Marcada por sete letras a ferro e a fogo no tempo</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Ai, palavra dos poetas que a disparam contra o vento</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Esta palavra saudade dói no corpo devagar</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Quando a gente se levanta fica na cama a chorar</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #666666;">Por termos sofrido tanto</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">É que a saudade está viva</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">São sete letras de encanto</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Sete letras por enquanto,</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Enquanto a gente for viva</span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #666666;">Sete Letras - J. C. Ary dos Santos, cantado por Simone de Oliveira</span><br />
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</span>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-5538817893168954842011-01-09T20:45:00.001+00:002011-01-09T20:50:12.426+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbXHQoAW0lobfaEH8Bqwebxon863ZA1vF0Svq3wZB6y_WbwERaGCdOoFGBZ_BlVsk10BeYjZydHKq5i907FvJ4iFn9RIXQrzf56Qy1iQ1DuqyqyJa9f750kbhBRTF3xr0nd6oxw/s1600/5507691_wjEe3.gif" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbXHQoAW0lobfaEH8Bqwebxon863ZA1vF0Svq3wZB6y_WbwERaGCdOoFGBZ_BlVsk10BeYjZydHKq5i907FvJ4iFn9RIXQrzf56Qy1iQ1DuqyqyJa9f750kbhBRTF3xr0nd6oxw/s400/5507691_wjEe3.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Pelos meu passos vou...</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">... ao encontro dos teus.</span></div>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-81264267301110311872011-01-07T00:01:00.000+00:002011-01-07T00:01:12.759+00:00<div style="text-align: right;">Não posso adiar este braço</div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13jGOB8vdGhrxkgwm-FtqYEdgBGWZqXQdVCrQ0OOmccdo4pMASB9U2n0zb0qp5p4EUbsVWhWMABciHA_wvPE-WZ9Xgn6bOrC6K56r99xnUjwnwTf9nfO8iqBjSyF7rgQyuX7WWg/s1600/125_16_telefone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 259px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 349px;"><img border="0" height="239" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13jGOB8vdGhrxkgwm-FtqYEdgBGWZqXQdVCrQ0OOmccdo4pMASB9U2n0zb0qp5p4EUbsVWhWMABciHA_wvPE-WZ9Xgn6bOrC6K56r99xnUjwnwTf9nfO8iqBjSyF7rgQyuX7WWg/s320/125_16_telefone.jpg" width="320" /></a>que é uma arma de dois gumes</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">amor e ódio</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">Não posso adiar</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">ainda que a noite pese séculos sobre as costas</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">e a aurora indecisa demore</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">não posso adiar para outro século a minha vida</div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">António Ramos Rosa</div>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-18411337970830794892011-01-06T23:44:00.001+00:002011-01-06T23:45:18.578+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngWwHf-4lL5wBt1Cb6H0hwRQM8EDTOo1U7KPVA8_7QnbEuCTVzMv87OPAT_oAJUZNFikAjm5pvqw1zXi5kZZPwrBiShy2-TP7eyimwHQHLhTr6Ie10NFrqNYTumJQXkScV_e_fQ/s1600/alastair20magnaldo7_vi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngWwHf-4lL5wBt1Cb6H0hwRQM8EDTOo1U7KPVA8_7QnbEuCTVzMv87OPAT_oAJUZNFikAjm5pvqw1zXi5kZZPwrBiShy2-TP7eyimwHQHLhTr6Ie10NFrqNYTumJQXkScV_e_fQ/s640/alastair20magnaldo7_vi.jpg" width="576" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Follow your common sense</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>You cannot hide yourself</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Behind a fairytale forever and ever</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Annie Leibovitz</span></div>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-26023767749007548512011-01-04T21:20:00.000+00:002011-01-04T21:20:49.711+00:00Desde que haja Amor...<br />
<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3B8vTqrkCtk?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3B8vTqrkCtk?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-62759561813741334342010-12-30T23:55:00.004+00:002010-12-31T00:01:29.802+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLe-ZOQ-ccooISz_-ZWjqgSFBb5r1lVCb4jS-UZjlPMzbE-S4wO9pyMqGkxL_DMCYWgXUv1ErlUhg37zUNkhSijwAkeoo1EvPnZg3RrHc_H0KaMkFeeu4Wd_WiNz0a-gsA9-xVtw/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLe-ZOQ-ccooISz_-ZWjqgSFBb5r1lVCb4jS-UZjlPMzbE-S4wO9pyMqGkxL_DMCYWgXUv1ErlUhg37zUNkhSijwAkeoo1EvPnZg3RrHc_H0KaMkFeeu4Wd_WiNz0a-gsA9-xVtw/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiNmWE-KHAG2qoNMVJdesYUE5Luxm-GR3O6xmAz_qD665hryG7JTuSugpRmLyJkj_PATH6r2oMS5q792Sver_r9j-pAkaX5pfPWxiG6F-89i2Y_hP4hxzwr0xlx-4fs90Yitrwg/s1600/13491821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiNmWE-KHAG2qoNMVJdesYUE5Luxm-GR3O6xmAz_qD665hryG7JTuSugpRmLyJkj_PATH6r2oMS5q792Sver_r9j-pAkaX5pfPWxiG6F-89i2Y_hP4hxzwr0xlx-4fs90Yitrwg/s400/13491821.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-87396307921396997752010-12-20T22:58:00.000+00:002010-12-20T22:58:32.031+00:00Estrela decadente<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYw62eT3h0HThiriP525vJIlXELFno01nIgeL3dmz-z3GNIasJ73wbl_kwwGx2tI_yKMst9UoumuxupgDa-sEKxyr_YevqLY6qFIsfWveKItYFqRky8MKPG5I-STg6n4cg5RadRg/s1600/SDC11687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYw62eT3h0HThiriP525vJIlXELFno01nIgeL3dmz-z3GNIasJ73wbl_kwwGx2tI_yKMst9UoumuxupgDa-sEKxyr_YevqLY6qFIsfWveKItYFqRky8MKPG5I-STg6n4cg5RadRg/s640/SDC11687.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Vais por caminhos errantes</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Gastos por passos pesados</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Num rasto de luz prometido</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Pelos prazeres passados</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-30014494719575307432010-12-11T19:53:00.000+00:002010-12-11T19:53:01.681+00:00<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vx_H2ch_ogs?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vx_H2ch_ogs?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-15346575461111205542010-12-08T20:52:00.001+00:002010-12-08T20:54:15.566+00:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00V99IECiNAHGBpvT2nUbR5V4kdSpqK7zjqL4x8Bvw83kKRiaRU4PgaGAiIQ6Div5I4EdGV_m04seny-Mcd-RCsFnOhjj4UyTmbdcM-dwHFM4X5o9yd0VdR8Z3kvEvUUN_0G-_A/s1600/Insonia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00V99IECiNAHGBpvT2nUbR5V4kdSpqK7zjqL4x8Bvw83kKRiaRU4PgaGAiIQ6Div5I4EdGV_m04seny-Mcd-RCsFnOhjj4UyTmbdcM-dwHFM4X5o9yd0VdR8Z3kvEvUUN_0G-_A/s320/Insonia2.jpg" width="240" /></a>«De vez em quando a insónia vibra com a nitidez dos sinos, dos cristais. E então, das duas uma: partem-se ou não se partem as cordas tensas da sua harpa insuportável.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">No segundo caso, o homem que não dorme pensa: "o melhor é voltar-me para o lado esquerdo e assim, deslocando todo o peso do sangue sobre a metade mais gasta do meu corpo, esmagar o coração."»</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Carlos Oliveira</div>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-92119990409062403622010-12-08T20:29:00.002+00:002010-12-08T20:29:54.749+00:00<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9SENzRLk_M?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9SENzRLk_M?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-88302828997829733102010-12-08T14:47:00.001+00:002010-12-08T14:48:34.495+00:00<iframe frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14856292" width="400"></iframe><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc;">Ignorando barcos e gruas, as mesmas asas e o mesmo mar...</span>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-33702303923626694362010-01-08T18:46:00.002+00:002010-01-08T18:48:54.818+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKhIWG51XOvzpiso4p_MpXT7OYwlhN11n0bcLm-xVm4Rx8OM5vf43ewIkIdQntveNoaaOOy817gO0vKrz7Wp6EG-tTeTmRP77S8-YM5ltYpUkZk60r-lec8i1RgpzqROaebn-z2Q/s1600-h/1_3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424442850935536530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKhIWG51XOvzpiso4p_MpXT7OYwlhN11n0bcLm-xVm4Rx8OM5vf43ewIkIdQntveNoaaOOy817gO0vKrz7Wp6EG-tTeTmRP77S8-YM5ltYpUkZk60r-lec8i1RgpzqROaebn-z2Q/s400/1_3.jpg" /></a><br />"Podes dizer-me, por favor, que caminho devo seguir para sair daqui?<br />Isso depende muito de para onde queres ir - respondeu o gato.<br />Preocupa-me pouco aonde ir - disse Alice.<br />Nesse caso, pouco importa o caminho que sigas - replicou o gato."<br /><br />Lewis Carrollflupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-20777668352939510972010-01-01T23:50:00.001+00:002010-01-01T23:58:50.424+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXldkCFqvLKKPVesxY4TPRe27W0y1Qn-Fr22A0oeLtOsuYxuvS-mArruRjrFZ3_gK8HK_2RnO_qXEOLiVUMd62BlNvUDMqALD3u0WistKunPsxcZBR24p0EszQLBa9fwEr-djOdg/s1600-h/_42191130_6.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421925109849009794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXldkCFqvLKKPVesxY4TPRe27W0y1Qn-Fr22A0oeLtOsuYxuvS-mArruRjrFZ3_gK8HK_2RnO_qXEOLiVUMd62BlNvUDMqALD3u0WistKunPsxcZBR24p0EszQLBa9fwEr-djOdg/s400/_42191130_6.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Também temos saudades do que não existiu, e dói bastante.<br /><br /><br />Carlos Drummond de Andrade</div>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-58447144048854924552010-01-01T23:44:00.001+00:002010-01-01T23:50:27.116+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzdz8qPGmu1lloW3i5S4jYysKYRyK77Qrw8aMl-PkPhMMLbJAxr_-C_g2_0Yah7mH9PTwMbbu7dp4e18qhWcqHCWSz17e2utEx14xpUWXEvjO6WvmdvPwOGCAZIEnio8vKgZKeg/s1600-h/esperar.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421922811870341954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzdz8qPGmu1lloW3i5S4jYysKYRyK77Qrw8aMl-PkPhMMLbJAxr_-C_g2_0Yah7mH9PTwMbbu7dp4e18qhWcqHCWSz17e2utEx14xpUWXEvjO6WvmdvPwOGCAZIEnio8vKgZKeg/s400/esperar.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Só há um tipo de amor que dura, o não correspondido.</span><br /><br /><br />Woody Allenflupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-55101228374622419182009-12-30T21:59:00.001+00:002009-12-30T22:01:09.020+00:00Feliz Ano Novo<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bg_JTVm8pZU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bg_JTVm8pZU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274712.post-21293660503079791202009-12-21T23:10:00.001+00:002009-12-21T23:10:35.371+00:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyGEEamz7ZM&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyGEEamz7ZM&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>flupsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951171718108640308noreply@blogger.com0