tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51927977197148942922024-03-07T09:49:20.632+01:00Cheiras(-me) a LIMÃOXanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-68746197339146551072011-07-19T14:07:00.001+01:002011-07-19T14:14:25.067+01:00Comprei um caderno.<div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">(Back)*</span></i></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-18653767622718918932010-11-24T11:40:00.001+00:002010-11-24T11:44:30.606+00:00Would you hold my hand, if I saw you in Heaven?<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AscPOozwYA8?fs=1&hl=pt_PT&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AscPOozwYA8?fs=1&hl=pt_PT&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is it.</span></span></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-158017942615154742010-10-22T12:05:00.000+00:002010-10-22T12:06:26.290+00:00Self control<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IyAGpooGko?fs=1&hl=pt_PT&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IyAGpooGko?fs=1&hl=pt_PT&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-7101570494854572612010-10-03T18:19:00.000+00:002010-10-03T18:20:42.672+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaAlEFH5X7FRsm5XOmUxV2MmkRJ6mbNRvFSYxngiLv2rSlUTvTRItDI7eOkR09GpzCqkvA5jIJBZgxcL5iNPlg-CHlahNmzZa1Jbc8FEYeOupEhxZ6ITpD9YSjdtiBT4V8-eKBeDzy6UN/s1600/twoways1+(1).png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaAlEFH5X7FRsm5XOmUxV2MmkRJ6mbNRvFSYxngiLv2rSlUTvTRItDI7eOkR09GpzCqkvA5jIJBZgxcL5iNPlg-CHlahNmzZa1Jbc8FEYeOupEhxZ6ITpD9YSjdtiBT4V8-eKBeDzy6UN/s320/twoways1+(1).png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523886432475192834" /></a>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-48311540610100235892010-06-30T19:59:00.004+01:002010-06-30T20:23:29.726+01:00Terminus.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Entrar hoje, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">lá</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, foi estranho.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sentimento estranho aquele de passar naquele portão enorme, mandar um "bom dia" ao segurança <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(sempre sorridente)</span> e pensar <i>"É a ultima vez que por aqui passo, com a obrigação de o fazer".</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Esperava um dia calmo, melancólico até. Como de costume, não o foi. Surgem sempre coisas <b>naquele </b>lugar estranho e, hoje não podia ser excepção. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Acabou.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sentimento de dever cumprido.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Tudo feito, por minha parte.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Deixei tudo de mim naquele sitio (mais do que devia talvez...).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Esperava-me, hoje, feliz por este final. Esperava-me...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Há pessoas que nos <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">marcam</span> e "custam" a deixar.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>Roda viva.</i> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Tantas vidas <b>ali</b> dentro e...e tão pouca atenção a cada uma delas.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">É bom quando param e nos escutam. É bom quando paramos e escutamos alguém. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">É bom quando fixamos o olhar e nos retribuem. É bom sentir almas, por baixo dos corpos.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Simples.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Levo-os comigo. Levo <b>algumas</b> daquelas pessoas comigo.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">OBRIGADO.</span></div></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-30631523565950263112010-06-09T19:30:00.002+01:002010-06-09T19:58:15.297+01:00Há dias de manhã que à tarde um gajo não devia sair à noite.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Certo.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Depois de uma péssima noite, levantamo-nos a custo para sermos escraviza... perdão! Para irmos trabalhar. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Chegamos ao carro e temos o pára brisas partido. Bom. Bom inicio.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Telefonamos para o "trabalho", explicamos a situação e pomo-nos a caminho de casa (Guimarães) para resolver a situação.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Como é um dia especial, chove! E como temos o pára brisas partido não podemos accionar o limpa pára brisas. Conclusão: Vamos a 80km/h na autoestrada completamente cegos!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Chegamos a casa e verificamos que não apenas o pára brisas está partido, como temos mossas no tejadilho (indicativas de, muito provavelmente, tiros.).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Até aqui, um dia normal!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Temos o <i><b>pisso do dia</b></i> e conseguimos que a GlassDrive nos mude o vidro no próprio dia! Genial.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Carro sem gasolina. Paramos numa bomba e encostamos no primeiro posto que nos aparece. Paramos o carro, abrimos a <i>portilhola</i> do deposito e...? Aquele posto só tem gasóleo! Fechamos a <i>portilhola</i>, entramos no carro, encostamos no outro posto, abrimos a <i>portilhola</i>, tentamos meter gasolina e...? O carro estava em cima da mangueira! Fechamos a <i>portilhola</i>, fazemos marcha a trás, voltamos a encostar, abrimos a <i>portilhola</i> e metemos gasolina!! YES! Ao fechar a <i>portilhola</i>, entalamos o dedo. FOOOODA-SE! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">2h30 - GlassDrive Guimarães. Carro pronto ás 6h30.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(Continua a chover.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Deslocamo-nos para o local mais agradável (e relativamente próximo, 1.5km, para esperar as 4h de reparação do veiculo).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Como chove, decidimos apanhar um autocarro. Vamos até à paragem mais próxima, esperamos cerca de 10minutos e não vem nenhum autocarro. Decidimos ir a pé. Mal tomamos a decisão, e 20metros depois, um autocarro passa por nós. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Chegamos ao shopping molhados.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">6h30 - GlassDrive. Atendimento "fantástico". </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">7h00 - Ainda na GlassDrive.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Finalmente temos o carro! Entretanto parou de chover e não temos os óculos de sol porque quando saimos de casa estava a chover! Olhos claros + sol + conduzir sem óculos = CEGUEIRA.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Chegamos a casa e reparamos que os tipos na GlassDrive nos conseguiram partir uma pequena "recordação" que tinhamos a baloiçar no retrovisor.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Perfeito.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">São 8h da noite, o que indica que ainda temos mais 4h no dia em que tudo pode acontecer!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">E eu estou certa, que se pegarmos nas "coisas" de Mecânica de Fluidos para estudar, um marcador fluorescente nos vai voar para as vistinhas e mancha-las, para todo o sempre, de amarelo. Arriscamos?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Continuação de um bom dia a todos.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Há dias fantásticos não há?"</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-31575438436661111142010-05-27T18:30:00.001+01:002010-05-27T18:37:13.427+01:00Um sinal...?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4WrPa2WnLkRxX5wuJN6rEv3kJ-NrzAjiD8Ssjy1_0qAaVrg4aszVK8Fg1ioXmHzzasb7t5A-TM3lP1LhXMFPAkLs2XJKlrsvpBx3brHYrFNT6rZX7-DF-9y4NnY1NoDgI8UHZl-YpnaV/s1600/P5270110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4WrPa2WnLkRxX5wuJN6rEv3kJ-NrzAjiD8Ssjy1_0qAaVrg4aszVK8Fg1ioXmHzzasb7t5A-TM3lP1LhXMFPAkLs2XJKlrsvpBx3brHYrFNT6rZX7-DF-9y4NnY1NoDgI8UHZl-YpnaV/s320/P5270110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476004849853412098" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">No chão... ao lado do banco onde estava sentada.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Para onde?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-85370834792875360132010-03-03T21:27:00.002+00:002010-03-03T21:31:33.808+00:00O pesadelo.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.s8.com.br/images/books/cover/img4/259954_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i.s8.com.br/images/books/cover/img4/259954_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ela está de volta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A terrível, a temível, a deprimente... Mecânica de FLUIDOS!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Porque, só mesmo ela para alegrar os meus dias. </div><div style="text-align: center;">oO</div><div style="text-align: center;">FUCK!</div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-89345983680362024422010-02-19T20:46:00.002+00:002010-02-19T20:51:37.562+00:00Muda-ice-ti<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Uma 'cara' nova <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(ainda meia em construção).</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Fim de semana. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">'Tentar' adquirir forças para a dura semana que se avista...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ah, e a propósito...40 dias sem chocolate. Começa hoje esta Odisseia.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div></div></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-26918777257819809122010-02-18T19:22:00.001+00:002010-02-18T19:25:25.577+00:00Em homenagem ao dia de hoje (e a outros...)<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUT8t2gbOmc&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUT8t2gbOmc&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:12px;"><div>Não quis guardá-lo para mim</div>E com a dimensão da dor<br />A legitimar o fim<br /><br />Eu dei<br />Mas foi para mostrar<br />Não havendo amor de volta<br />Nada impede a fonte de secar<br /><br />Mas tanto pior<br />E quem sou eu para te ensinar agora<br />A ver o lado claro de um dia mau<br /><br />Eu sei<br />A tua vida foi<br />Marcada pela dor de não saber aonde dói<br /><br />Vê bem<br />Não houve à luz do dia<br />Quem não tenha provado<br />O travo amargo da melancolia<br /><br />E então rapaz,<br />Então porquê a raiva se a culpa não é minha<br />Serão efeitos secundários da poesia<br /><br />Mas para quê gastar o meu tempo<br />A ver se aperto a tua mão<br />Eu tenho andado a pensar em nós<br />Já que os teus pés não descolam do chão<br />Dizes que eu dou só por gostar<br />Pois vou dar-te a provar<br />O travo amargo da solidão!<br /><br />Ohhh-hou<br />Eu tenho andado a pensar em nós<br />Já que os teus pés não descolam do chão<br />Dizes que eu dou só por gostar<br />Eu vou dar-te a provar<br />O travo amargo da solidão! Ohh Uohh<br /><br />É só mais um dia mau, mau, mau<br />É só mais um dia mau, mau, mau<br />É só mais um dia mau<br />É só mais um dia mau<br />É só mais um dia mau </span>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-1872802659887064542010-02-17T20:42:00.007+00:002010-02-17T21:44:32.564+00:00Falsas Promessas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2_9H8dXXCu6km0Ary9g0qRYWf1bJ-Ld0vLeb222KaLXJOpBKAx9wcAOHkSC2yhUtEc0DZ6SBmbUqUy7N3OfoScuSJ4HbJDnMKY78khSxiBTKCHwchA8Llxj9anZyCzbBjV3KizrQxKVD/s1600-h/3278244001_b19fc1c22a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2_9H8dXXCu6km0Ary9g0qRYWf1bJ-Ld0vLeb222KaLXJOpBKAx9wcAOHkSC2yhUtEc0DZ6SBmbUqUy7N3OfoScuSJ4HbJDnMKY78khSxiBTKCHwchA8Llxj9anZyCzbBjV3KizrQxKVD/s320/3278244001_b19fc1c22a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315872410385954" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Eu disse que ''voltei''.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Disse... E de facto voltei, mas não sei bem de onde, nem para onde.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Ora ora... de Setembro a Fevereiro vão 5 meses)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Estou a estagiar. É um facto.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Não vou tecer comentários a este ''facto''. Não me está a apetecer ser desagradável...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Não consigo entender uma série de coisas de momento...E gostava.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ou então não.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Porque há coisas que não são mesmo para entender.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Ainda mais, quando remamos sozinhos contra a maré <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(e peço desculpa pela merda da frase feita, mas não me ocorre melhor).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Confusão. Invasão. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Estou cansada. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Estou triste.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Estou deveras triste.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-39087289052690239032009-09-22T13:00:00.002+00:002009-09-22T13:03:07.991+00:00Voltei<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogbelovsky.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/22_897_by_Djoe-thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://blogbelovsky.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/22_897_by_Djoe-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Devagar, devagarinho...</span></span><br /></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-27363809905534389592009-07-08T12:52:00.002+01:002009-07-08T12:53:17.461+01:00[É de compreender que sobretudo nos cansamos. Viver é não pensar.]<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Livro do desassossego</span> - Bernardo Soares</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Fernando Pessoa</span></span><br /></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-31973672870442148492009-07-06T18:22:00.003+01:002009-07-06T18:25:39.723+01:00[FDX]<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3JtH7bD_QtjDpF2hxMZt8OUdNa7lEM4D1aNSmif2zCKCaopmJ__1LekFEkB2XpqBu7egPADcIU82GkEKA1I1DqDweZBPcuuBAbdUi7rDwNc6__KCrgC8XYAft85SG_dTF9dzRxGizbG4S/s1600-h/loser.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3JtH7bD_QtjDpF2hxMZt8OUdNa7lEM4D1aNSmif2zCKCaopmJ__1LekFEkB2XpqBu7egPADcIU82GkEKA1I1DqDweZBPcuuBAbdUi7rDwNc6__KCrgC8XYAft85SG_dTF9dzRxGizbG4S/s320/loser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355398991839275842" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-19745700605003860242009-06-24T17:30:00.001+01:002009-06-24T17:30:44.961+01:00Serj Tankian - Sky Is Over<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXeq0gaxDIM&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXeq0gaxDIM&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-48903868075929662432009-06-13T20:31:00.003+01:002009-06-13T20:32:40.417+01:00Há as que caem...<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bobbyshred.com/images/wtcnightsm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.bobbyshred.com/images/wtcnightsm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...e as que permanecem em pé.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4ever*</span><br /></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-2206776924967574402009-06-02T23:10:00.002+01:002009-06-02T23:19:02.546+01:00(sem titulo)Não quero pensar em<span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">ti</span></span>, nem em <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >t</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >i</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span>nem tão pouco em<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" > ti</span>!<br />Não sei se estás <span style="font-size:180%;">bem</span> ou<span style="font-size:78%;"> não</span>, mas também não me parece que faças por <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">ISSO</span>.<br />Não <span style="font-size:78%;">sei</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;">não</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">sei</span>... nem tão pouco <span style="font-size:180%;">sei</span> se <span style="font-size:78%;">quero</span> saber.<br />Queria apenas <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">f</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">l</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">u</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">t</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">u</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">r</span></span> sobre tudo <span style="font-size:85%;">isso</span> e sentir-me <span style="font-weight: bold;">livre de</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Amarras</span>.<span style="font-size:85%;">Aperto</span>.<span style="font-size:100%;">Sai</span>.<span style="font-size:130%;">Saiam</span>.<span style="font-size:180%;">Sirene</span>.<span style="font-size:130%;">Alarme</span>.<span style="font-size:100%;">Fuga</span>!Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-67465343602983084512009-05-21T10:55:00.000+00:002009-05-21T10:56:13.248+00:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XD0imk-h9Cg&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XD0imk-h9Cg&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>OMFG! =)Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-53405734761484009342009-05-01T13:17:00.004+00:002009-05-01T13:21:26.532+00:00Mais um ano...<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee270/NubianGraphics1/africa-3.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 211px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee270/NubianGraphics1/africa-3.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...mais uma noite!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A mesma </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >magia</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, a mesma </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >energia</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, o mesmo </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >calor</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Number1 (30.04.2009)</span></span><br /></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-40955337710675539102009-04-26T18:39:00.003+00:002009-04-26T18:55:10.663+00:00|Imbicta_22.04.2009|<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJM91__K7gG77RWm258ftLIGodhTVsQDmYLzrHU7Byj7TP6vCRV6VM59BdL-oIWT0YIMo5kfID73Fes9iqQU5_TdLCpNWQB-noppdEsRGaNnH2q18uuL1GjAEDg-GFR-5aiZLl_y3JacP/s1600-h/P4220053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329075117661655186" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.myspacegeek.net/graphics/backgrounds/2/SMILE.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-45808428665606863312009-04-12T08:59:00.003+00:002009-04-12T09:16:05.277+00:00|Visita aos doentes - Páscoa 2009|<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpiBQ5w9Zr0IxIPq-FL1C9Xozo65kg5hZoUQHtJrXdw93PTOEVbLhyphenhyphenzRPmNcy3O0exbrH71oyZ048-3JczL7i4IbAFFnsU-s2tYhnXFmprFblTw972VFX1FuwNHRBbI7cg-sBfwMRo3THu/s1600-h/P4110016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323728407077656530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpiBQ5w9Zr0IxIPq-FL1C9Xozo65kg5hZoUQHtJrXdw93PTOEVbLhyphenhyphenzRPmNcy3O0exbrH71oyZ048-3JczL7i4IbAFFnsU-s2tYhnXFmprFblTw972VFX1FuwNHRBbI7cg-sBfwMRo3THu/s400/P4110016.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sim, eu tava a aparvalhar mais uma vez... 102anos de idade a senhora à esquerda ='] </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4s5VELfZQZ6GQ22U7LwLqjHBTgSdsVJ8ncSIFZ2Ob2RWzuJvXYaUCPvCjcvZuK5SKaJpkY1Fm2yOzSz6JW1H7I1ZbiIifQ61dLzWqvlfOgFE6CGlfqPAwojCbneXvwPUpElIGOL0TlGlu/s1600-h/P4110027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323728403683004018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4s5VELfZQZ6GQ22U7LwLqjHBTgSdsVJ8ncSIFZ2Ob2RWzuJvXYaUCPvCjcvZuK5SKaJpkY1Fm2yOzSz6JW1H7I1ZbiIifQ61dLzWqvlfOgFE6CGlfqPAwojCbneXvwPUpElIGOL0TlGlu/s400/P4110027.JPG" border="0" /></a> 'Eu não digo isto por mal, e vocês sabem que não!' dizia a senhora ='] e eu não sou assim tão alta não! Estava em bicos de pés =)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiek8E1qLmPNb3PS2uZtiU6d8QHfKUMfnqq_9vWpTgJe2TdypJb5ErODyCmTpKVgsgYL3lIinsHXYz_crpKCR8RCz26sh5Wff4QhRpUcp7uecITqxOY7bJueB2-RaCcESpBaFTUD8n0_H1/s1600-h/P4110026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323728399520959922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiek8E1qLmPNb3PS2uZtiU6d8QHfKUMfnqq_9vWpTgJe2TdypJb5ErODyCmTpKVgsgYL3lIinsHXYz_crpKCR8RCz26sh5Wff4QhRpUcp7uecITqxOY7bJueB2-RaCcESpBaFTUD8n0_H1/s400/P4110026.JPG" border="0" /></a> Um amor! E com uma manicure que só visto ='] Cor de rosinha com flores pretas e brancas (à vitoria!) Pró ano quero-a de pé no cadeirão =']<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYt0ow3HP7h0VK90S0Wr7mnTzo7K6NLyIpGxdX9ZCEkLvMAgZws1VQLiWRhB_NzzQ0pciq1Bbx0BXXKFzKQfrRVaeayj4hZzIZjSScf5zdKABAxShzzKUVpj4LdC6g3kN7OXFyqKqC0oWR/s1600-h/P4110011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323728384398935106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYt0ow3HP7h0VK90S0Wr7mnTzo7K6NLyIpGxdX9ZCEkLvMAgZws1VQLiWRhB_NzzQ0pciq1Bbx0BXXKFzKQfrRVaeayj4hZzIZjSScf5zdKABAxShzzKUVpj4LdC6g3kN7OXFyqKqC0oWR/s400/P4110011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />As verdadeiras lições vem destas pessoas =) 'O verdadeio amor(...)' =']<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRWIwZivJq4jnJoBYYmSzWl_7BL81_dMrrzYrKHvfEjNSXTOu64CuoPuzeexKxr42bPkBWvfgZbVw7RdWV4mcOonU7sgnltRRqBAG582xnvJtAsdAbAV9rBr1OOCs3ZbqwtqfMjEwgCex/s1600-h/P4110022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323728394379009618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRWIwZivJq4jnJoBYYmSzWl_7BL81_dMrrzYrKHvfEjNSXTOu64CuoPuzeexKxr42bPkBWvfgZbVw7RdWV4mcOonU7sgnltRRqBAG582xnvJtAsdAbAV9rBr1OOCs3ZbqwtqfMjEwgCex/s400/P4110022.JPG" border="0" /></a> Não tinha fome, mas mesmo assim comeu um dos nossos queques =) Amorosa =']</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Pró ano quero vê-los a todos de novo* </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>...e a todos os outros que não 'aparecem'*</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">=']</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong></div><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><em>'Deus vos abençoe pelo trabalho que fazem' -</em> nos abençoe a todos!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-64013037787164387532009-04-09T21:38:00.003+00:002009-04-09T21:47:21.821+00:00|...e entre um abraço...|<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsha9k0CA1QT0pOA7udJTr_4bDqCV72UECe4KHSTNGHYKngeT4qvtjZSLBCKA6JJzNzRpfmI53LfYMO-VGkrBjA8eSl63SLV9bhX6pL2_1Cn_KIHbcrztrcQiAHpQw2wCLjRQfDLzGz7W/s1600-h/P4090260(alterada).JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsha9k0CA1QT0pOA7udJTr_4bDqCV72UECe4KHSTNGHYKngeT4qvtjZSLBCKA6JJzNzRpfmI53LfYMO-VGkrBjA8eSl63SLV9bhX6pL2_1Cn_KIHbcrztrcQiAHpQw2wCLjRQfDLzGz7W/s400/P4090260(alterada).JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322810709482802018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- Que 'isto' nunca acabe...<br />- Isto o quê?<br />- TUDO!<br />- Sim...TUDO*<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(porque <span style="font-weight: bold;">hoje</span>, não quero que 'isto' acabe! ='] )</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-30607851749499405282009-03-30T20:14:00.002+00:002009-03-30T20:17:26.410+00:00Vens?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMrwk7AT1ADzOpYxX7npixy-3K7pWpAghmpd363fqe6Bv-i9XvNbilj3hDR_Km0QAFuVZdmshXDMCnMfB1bxYbVy7M_bpBB0j9t7zyS0rWKolH64Vjh8wIsoYQQHbMAOpgYLUbAM_og1B/s1600-h/bridge_2180.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319077160023259922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMrwk7AT1ADzOpYxX7npixy-3K7pWpAghmpd363fqe6Bv-i9XvNbilj3hDR_Km0QAFuVZdmshXDMCnMfB1bxYbVy7M_bpBB0j9t7zyS0rWKolH64Vjh8wIsoYQQHbMAOpgYLUbAM_og1B/s400/bridge_2180.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192797719714894292.post-46979797860931578442009-03-04T11:51:00.001+00:002009-03-04T11:53:40.426+00:00Just to remember...<div style="text-align: right;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/33-OLnr3KaE&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/33-OLnr3KaE&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />...et ne pas oublier.<br /></div>Xanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10898218445216476026noreply@blogger.com2