tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4939673650190087622024-03-13T18:57:17.617+00:00cenas que apeteceTO LA VIE BOHEMETe'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-5419489945668543422010-11-20T18:33:00.000+00:002010-11-20T18:34:13.763+00:00...ham?Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-84157326352730280362010-11-06T01:36:00.002+00:002010-11-06T01:41:17.015+00:00eu tenho um blog :Opois...sorre.<br />muitas cenas são mesmo tempo não tenho tempo para pensar vai ser mais um post desnecessário a vinda do mundo no ser complexo que sou, não entendo sequer o que escrevi agora mas estas palavras perseguem-se e também escrever dá gozo. quero brincar e dizem que tenho síndrome de Peter Pan, acontece, não gosto de cenas, gosto só de cenas, yha tipo quem disser tipo muitas vezes é tipo sim, isso doí para que saibam e depois ficamos totalmente viciadas no teu tipo e ficamos a espera que digas tipo, tipo PARA!<br /><br />agora o importante, não é.Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-21549966069009263042010-07-19T23:05:00.004+01:002010-07-19T23:21:57.097+01:00fez hoje um mês<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zFWJvBtCbh9Ilo-tyY0NplIjlZ1cgD87YmlIoEyvELvcCXo4llLVQKbSULO9r373VETUw9e2hBhVxlKwu_JvP5lxRGmCRrz22WSXlzkUsNxEghmrq5VTXEuJ8iZrgKIKJAsXWlgGBQoL/s1600/Freedom.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495746086365157794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zFWJvBtCbh9Ilo-tyY0NplIjlZ1cgD87YmlIoEyvELvcCXo4llLVQKbSULO9r373VETUw9e2hBhVxlKwu_JvP5lxRGmCRrz22WSXlzkUsNxEghmrq5VTXEuJ8iZrgKIKJAsXWlgGBQoL/s400/Freedom.jpg" /></a>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-22768610833454982482010-07-10T22:22:00.001+01:002010-07-10T22:23:37.547+01:00mui bueno!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Amor</span><br />Não sei como dizer… o que sinto. Estou confusa, alterada, e não sei bem o que estou a sentir. </div><div align="center">Sei que quando estou ao pé de ti sinto-me bem, alegre, hiperactiva, e gosto do que sinto, mas quando te afastas, quando chego a casa, aquela casa vazia (desculpa melanie) tenho saudades das aulas. e eu sei que não é das aulas que tenho saudades,mas de ti. </div><div align="center">e o verão aproxima-se a passos gigantes. </div><div align="center">Não quero!<br />Ajuda-me, o que faço?</div><div align="center"><br />adoro-te <span style="font-size:78%;">IADE </span>!</div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-67327536541957467822010-07-05T04:21:00.000+01:002010-07-05T04:23:00.422+01:00a - segunda parte<div align="justify">Escadas outra vez, acendo um cigarro. Os allstar entupidos de cerveja de um parvo qualquer. Quero que leias o que escrevo, e queres! Aposto que sim, sempre te interessaste, ninguém me diz "como vai esse trabalho?" da mesma forma que tu. Dei uma passa no penúltimo cigarro já está a meio, como costumava dizer " e tudo o vento fumou".<br />Marco uma meta, marquei, hoje provei que sou <span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">fraca</span></em>.</span></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-26190408305808470342010-07-05T03:59:00.004+01:002010-07-05T04:21:43.131+01:00a<div align="justify">Estou aqui sentada, enquanto as luzes rodam focam as pastilhas florescentes esmagadas, a musica, há <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">palhinhas</span>, jornais e objectos não identificados, agarro-me a tudo o que posso as escadas estão a derreter. Queria ter-te cá e fugir-mos deste sitio como fazíamos montes de vezes. Olho e só vejo pessoas olho mais e vejo-te a ti...vejo o teu cabelo. Mas não és tu...quando tenho saudades sento-me no meu quarto vejo as fotos na parede, penso que não é verdade. Ontem passei pelo sítio onde falamos pela última vez, estava com pressa porque a minha mãe tinha dito que já eram horas de jantar, mas queria ficar ali contigo! fumamos um cigarro em pé e falamos do que íamos fazer no próximo fim de semana e dos trabalhos da faculdade, quando os filtros tocaram no chão já era a hora...15 minutos ali...abracei-te como sempre, suspirei, deste-me um beijo na testa e <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">disses</span>-te "até jazz <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">winde</span>" e eu respondi com uma continência e enquanto voltava para casa olhei para trás e já tinhas começado a andar...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="right"></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-14685478127259697722010-06-20T00:46:00.001+01:002010-07-05T03:59:17.996+01:00o pior dia da minha vidaTe'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-55794396749838928692010-06-18T22:50:00.017+01:002010-06-18T23:11:54.353+01:00cenas que apetece<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqr58d91Sh-QsyH-1xsfuMiKfhXwMztVAOFtj9vIX6KOGNgGJOqCwskaWQ2VC3WjtC9iew6IL6VqniDLknfNwVF1-cLZ17vGGe2Tv4_Q8ZmAuUHJAhRv_u016dkLMapeO73ASTcgsDUuu/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484236810399806786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44rG6bBXOAxtVlTFflmZJjIg6Kcg8dCFVF23qRtTsGseZkul86BziIN4GIURjwW0SJQrdKQ0d13PrX-fFMvnq6lc1F8EZh3GvfBmoNv1uzYSe8LHwFLuZxZEBGIdOhwoKDT0lO5nmTlz3/s320/1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Agradecimentos: Sara</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">(Praticamente plagiado)</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-82972870426440301262010-06-18T21:55:00.005+01:002010-06-18T22:08:19.568+01:000.= ''<object width="430" height="210"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/su8Z4E1hIKQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/su8Z4E1hIKQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="210"></embed></object>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-51722942760782084732010-06-14T22:09:00.004+01:002010-06-14T22:51:04.227+01:00i miss people<div align="center">"O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">inesquecíveis</span>, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">incomparáveis</span>."</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify">tenho saudades tuas minha Tia! (Inês) <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ondandas</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">love</span>? Tenho saudades das tardes no faisão com a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sariette</span>, das aulas de desenho com a Inês, dos almoços na cantina no tempo do Samuel, quando o João parecia q não tinha telemóvel, das noites no <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">vimieiro</span>, da casa completa, das manhas de desenhos animados da 2 na nova casa, do tempo dos matraquilhos, das suecas, do <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">strip</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">poker</span>, do tempo em que os professores metiam medo, do <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">mike</span>, da pessoa que me fazia todo o santo dia : "Teresa do cabelo loiro fofinho!", do Pedro, sim nunca mais te vi jovem vê lá se apareces, tenho mesmo muitas muitas muitas saudades! Do <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">shane</span> do <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yan</span>, do <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">tlk</span>, das chamadas anónimas nas piscinas, do Carnaval da pascoa e do natal quando era <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tão</span> bom. </div><div align="justify">tenho saudades tuas minha porca, de poder sair de casa a correr e entrar na tua, no outro dia precisava disso. de ter o <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">gimbra</span> a segundos de mim, da primeira vez que fui ao poli(como deve de ser) foi no dia do exame de português do 9ºano, das aulas de françes até!</div><div align="justify">da primeira vez que me fizeram o jogo do galo na cara(praxes de 5º ano) e das vezes que nos podíamos mascarar na escola primária e passávamos o dia todo a brincar. sinto falta de momentos cheios. sinto vazios, quero mais!</div><div align="center"></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-175418290768358622010-06-10T18:19:00.006+01:002010-06-10T18:25:44.074+01:00Orgulho, coisa má linda!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliVpbLOsB5FATBIsz8eehj9f93uyR0yJMQa0Q6KVS30Lr7VCnei_D4Z03jjvD-I8Ski7EIULtPVcjThojPn-PYeW3dXTBTQBpDhHi_8saOl7jB16Wif5td0UgHkr13USAKFBz9CD1g_3w/s1600/100620101327.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481196449773698530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliVpbLOsB5FATBIsz8eehj9f93uyR0yJMQa0Q6KVS30Lr7VCnei_D4Z03jjvD-I8Ski7EIULtPVcjThojPn-PYeW3dXTBTQBpDhHi_8saOl7jB16Wif5td0UgHkr13USAKFBz9CD1g_3w/s400/100620101327.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVLKb5uBce53a5aNow6FZ5LjoQ5hD9VSUeEUMFi2GKA5fQtnE8v_cQgUgL8Bjmwf428FEuLjDr_whz23AqI9OjVy_MgH3uwXHqykTX08Zrm9j_gdIlgPbQLe9XtSI1PbbiJOAx20DJTk5/s1600/100620101325.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481196293599110850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVLKb5uBce53a5aNow6FZ5LjoQ5hD9VSUeEUMFi2GKA5fQtnE8v_cQgUgL8Bjmwf428FEuLjDr_whz23AqI9OjVy_MgH3uwXHqykTX08Zrm9j_gdIlgPbQLe9XtSI1PbbiJOAx20DJTk5/s400/100620101325.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGwMXWXtkQiVHEO1M5eZdyZ2fHFFhuD3zeYv_BgnGboVoU_SwVFXW3GXSFt0RM_FjDBOjF4lpwp2PWRGoiSfJUmwDrOs2DRRP0G-fBUllqzBmi47v1ZWbnJOOBeivglHc9s6NfNP0IRdL/s1600/100620101322.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481195995016656322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGwMXWXtkQiVHEO1M5eZdyZ2fHFFhuD3zeYv_BgnGboVoU_SwVFXW3GXSFt0RM_FjDBOjF4lpwp2PWRGoiSfJUmwDrOs2DRRP0G-fBUllqzBmi47v1ZWbnJOOBeivglHc9s6NfNP0IRdL/s400/100620101322.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">dedicado a todas as pessoas descrentes da sala ter possivel arrumação!</span></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-13088847500877486712010-06-10T10:33:00.002+01:002010-06-10T10:42:34.893+01:00sim<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8wA_4ur7Z1-MmQY-CZH4GzK8Ar9mPjaaaVAYalvFNTLb2MDrXbbrxrhRxdjKEWfEAajfkOVr0kMkvjXelWi_WM4OvBap4DF5g_q7c9xhIiX9BcxoRddKn2cXSeXSihaMSEWq5lLOsEdD/s1600/jamie-cullum.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481077948294099746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8wA_4ur7Z1-MmQY-CZH4GzK8Ar9mPjaaaVAYalvFNTLb2MDrXbbrxrhRxdjKEWfEAajfkOVr0kMkvjXelWi_WM4OvBap4DF5g_q7c9xhIiX9BcxoRddKn2cXSeXSihaMSEWq5lLOsEdD/s400/jamie-cullum.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-20225653377942567862010-06-07T01:40:00.002+01:002010-06-07T01:45:31.746+01:00acontece<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpyLsaRbWVhjBivcFiyb50zBqUo5yN2N-qDNgCZwtUCG5BG-YnUdlvWgnPaXWbILlfZh4d1GtHCSemLwNB2Q5aQzxpLQZ_c8lYuehXOKALkP-14cwi7Dz4de6cd8Gx1awrN4lrFKyGvowG/s1600/oi.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479826345928817554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpyLsaRbWVhjBivcFiyb50zBqUo5yN2N-qDNgCZwtUCG5BG-YnUdlvWgnPaXWbILlfZh4d1GtHCSemLwNB2Q5aQzxpLQZ_c8lYuehXOKALkP-14cwi7Dz4de6cd8Gx1awrN4lrFKyGvowG/s400/oi.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Feelings can grow but they can go away too.</span></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-52162514045252228512010-06-06T23:30:00.002+01:002010-06-06T23:57:18.213+01:00melhores de sempre que ja nem nos lembramos<div align="center">Quantas vezes nos rimos nas noites de domingo com <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aquele</span> programa que <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">já</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ninguém</span> se lembra?</div><div align="center">Ás vezes fico a pensar como é que me pude esquecer q isto realmente existe? </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUCw_sMFh0E&NR=1">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUCw_sMFh0E&<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">NR</span>=1</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">GOSTEI.</div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-62137849115655969352010-06-04T21:20:00.004+01:002010-06-04T23:46:47.326+01:00para fazer<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAwfb5kx68Qc5mCYJAYTJN0b-GcHCJJtGAd80muifAoJe0TQY0CP_QQpFxQL9vNqZJlAYUma4QIrxLHVB8CQ6xumc0H0ix7-k4aybC85cuPsS_XV7Vckf7iBUUG7GlcvdmoTfAyPzmo6K3/s1600/IMG_1222.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479017938169306850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAwfb5kx68Qc5mCYJAYTJN0b-GcHCJJtGAd80muifAoJe0TQY0CP_QQpFxQL9vNqZJlAYUma4QIrxLHVB8CQ6xumc0H0ix7-k4aybC85cuPsS_XV7Vckf7iBUUG7GlcvdmoTfAyPzmo6K3/s200/IMG_1222.JPG" /></a> <div align="justify">ESQUECER . passar um mês inteiro sozinha para voltar a sentir alguma coisa. não tenho vontades, só faço merda, não procuro melhorar não vejo no quê, a minha consciência morreu há semanas tudo me parece possivelmente longe e impossível, antigamente sonhava contigo, hoje não sonho. falo não sei o que digo e o que digo não é verdadeiro. pesam-me os olhos, quero dormir. gosto de ti. tenho de fazer malas, trabalhos, não os faço. estás triste, eu estou triste. sou humana e não o quero ser. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">ACABO acordo, é um novo dia, se adiar mais 15 minutos de despertador será? sei que não me levanto como quero, não sinto nada, absolutamente nada, queria odiar tudo, todos, tu, não consigo, queria amar tudo, todos, tu, também não está a acontecer, penso que sou eu, sei que sou eu, quero poder calar-me, eu falo baixinho. vozes. tudo o que esperei não ser sou. sinto vergonha estou a perder a saturação da vida, o lado feliz e o triste, o teu. o meu. dois. sou assim. não sou. tenho medos, quem não os tem? não preciso. quero viver. viro-me para o outro lado continuo a sonhar a minha mente sonha com o que não pode, com o impossível, somos incuráveis, não faço por isso. sou assim mais uma vez, mente de tantos sectores, tenho alguns sonho mais 4 minutos estou pronta. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">lado fraco.</div></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-8130276205323378662010-06-03T22:14:00.005+01:002010-06-03T22:26:38.522+01:00cenas<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVQXGeCrjSlngRWcC9u4zi0K8NPWRfpXXwjeXzd-lWcMFoWk2V3iD_q2tU7YTCFyJV12chS7dtjzdCrezsU6DIQviYJzQAQ48DMrzuiNJ37kPWk_tLtEJHAo9mvBqm5lrjqUeclY2N1yX/s1600/36100240_1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478661382038971586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVQXGeCrjSlngRWcC9u4zi0K8NPWRfpXXwjeXzd-lWcMFoWk2V3iD_q2tU7YTCFyJV12chS7dtjzdCrezsU6DIQviYJzQAQ48DMrzuiNJ37kPWk_tLtEJHAo9mvBqm5lrjqUeclY2N1yX/s400/36100240_1.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Because the world is round it turns me on</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Because the world is round...aaaaaahhhhhh</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Because the wind is high it blows my mind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Because the wind is high......aaaaaaaahhhh</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Love is old, love is new</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Love is all, love is you</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Because the sky is blue.......aaaaaaaahhhh</span></div></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-22368100528132203812010-05-09T21:22:00.002+01:002010-05-09T21:35:48.985+01:00Momentos De Desespero<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiZPXZZjH1zPppdcGVScnSzyrSB_o6ta1yyZJuC2O1ABqptDawVVOZ7uDld3h_eedBeGlZ0WwSBkrCEQfUt69ed_aGRfzZYfp3MIKZ9dvFIDUu0kTxnLbJdsPpq4eo1UKPhMW1_tGrntu/s1600/Fotografia,+02-03-2010+-+16.17+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469371525853335106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiZPXZZjH1zPppdcGVScnSzyrSB_o6ta1yyZJuC2O1ABqptDawVVOZ7uDld3h_eedBeGlZ0WwSBkrCEQfUt69ed_aGRfzZYfp3MIKZ9dvFIDUu0kTxnLbJdsPpq4eo1UKPhMW1_tGrntu/s400/Fotografia,+02-03-2010+-+16.17+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Vivi, estudei, amei e até cri,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">E hoje não há mendigo que eu não inveje só por não ser eu.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fiz de mim o que não soube</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">E o que podia fazer de mim não o fiz."</span></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-89252110551776280432010-05-08T23:44:00.004+01:002010-05-09T00:01:57.125+01:00Saudadecas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq8JxfaqMk2uOuzcMuPOIF66zToMRhRo6gQfy3Oe5sD6xnHC2qGYsUsHZm_CIfvXskO_X2hnjP3w2Ug5eykiQCK9XgTE5gZlKM2F64y6XuyXck7kai4TIjg7DBFyKR0dBqfi0AzhehQfCj/s1600/teresaepedro.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469038100601424002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq8JxfaqMk2uOuzcMuPOIF66zToMRhRo6gQfy3Oe5sD6xnHC2qGYsUsHZm_CIfvXskO_X2hnjP3w2Ug5eykiQCK9XgTE5gZlKM2F64y6XuyXck7kai4TIjg7DBFyKR0dBqfi0AzhehQfCj/s400/teresaepedro.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWG0jsxlZV4l53ZEo5e7E4-141mcd539g72eUiki-fT2ZJcrTok_uYHupdLzIXL-7tMyxQqzURmVlwFXpy7sPqmc9Mc9GshX9mgE8xhIqO_HoJ1klR6aTI69fcsk6nRHoqBKLXpZTRjhi7/s1600/18569_105702712790290_100000516843538_147870_1577664_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469037575612565010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWG0jsxlZV4l53ZEo5e7E4-141mcd539g72eUiki-fT2ZJcrTok_uYHupdLzIXL-7tMyxQqzURmVlwFXpy7sPqmc9Mc9GshX9mgE8xhIqO_HoJ1klR6aTI69fcsk6nRHoqBKLXpZTRjhi7/s400/18569_105702712790290_100000516843538_147870_1577664_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkpAfgJsLsQoLEFYxQ9FRxjpMPKhQin2raAtl0CXcD3DvBinpat3qLgJP3u6EjgQh-n_wqXK1JoB0_6LkhUl2LHwIypSjEz34PfH52ALEKy4XwTIlZQ8Ga-Gbg3r72VMjmX9GIkMjrnl8/s1600/25773_109854269041801_100000516843538_193353_7876935_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469037422419214434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkpAfgJsLsQoLEFYxQ9FRxjpMPKhQin2raAtl0CXcD3DvBinpat3qLgJP3u6EjgQh-n_wqXK1JoB0_6LkhUl2LHwIypSjEz34PfH52ALEKy4XwTIlZQ8Ga-Gbg3r72VMjmX9GIkMjrnl8/s400/25773_109854269041801_100000516843538_193353_7876935_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Já te via! (L)</span></div></div></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-40820985280137335182010-05-05T16:02:00.002+01:002010-05-05T16:07:37.607+01:00Claudjinha<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPb4kyra09MSto3BX0Ukerz_qEjvcUvoo2BXEYSyJS5piFRnKu2T-4TAQTyrkq-RHjg2ggAgvkD47usaZeSsdyFHFzj3kCPpjutwmxY_UBAkg2YybbVX3OqzTs80-Yy8bzpqqykZu4kqXx/s1600/pessoa-branco-homens-fA%25A9rias-carro-ir-57043.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467802691547770626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPb4kyra09MSto3BX0Ukerz_qEjvcUvoo2BXEYSyJS5piFRnKu2T-4TAQTyrkq-RHjg2ggAgvkD47usaZeSsdyFHFzj3kCPpjutwmxY_UBAkg2YybbVX3OqzTs80-Yy8bzpqqykZu4kqXx/s400/pessoa-branco-homens-fA%25A9rias-carro-ir-57043.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>PARABENÈS NINZ!<br /></strong></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-71073224994186547182010-05-04T22:09:00.003+01:002010-05-05T16:01:12.762+01:00R.I.P Caloiros<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzmFzV5spg0dee65uXWBMfKVWtVRClGIJYQqUeFluMDqUsIFrHzdlH7tNgl6Rwe3o6vYcc5NA83h07bLS-do6gUj_YA3Tm2x-J4-OI6oWQYOiM9VXAb63hTi-x-IwTQ0QQetRZni-5BiH/s1600/P5021730.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzmFzV5spg0dee65uXWBMfKVWtVRClGIJYQqUeFluMDqUsIFrHzdlH7tNgl6Rwe3o6vYcc5NA83h07bLS-do6gUj_YA3Tm2x-J4-OI6oWQYOiM9VXAb63hTi-x-IwTQ0QQetRZni-5BiH/s400/P5021730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467801142180532818" /></a><br />joelhos e voz esquece, costas? o que é isso? o que doi mais acima? <br />sono?<br />NUNCA!<br /><br />á caloirada que morreu, bons temposTe'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-37320713503145834742010-05-03T01:41:00.005+01:002010-05-05T15:59:31.480+01:00Sabe bem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTUyREDS3oTehyphenhyphenxYNXWnThCDd-4fl33nM7ZG-nGRpEsMePuTugKHBPszS6tm-iPXafpC6QYJICuRvI6fAditd1J6oVWzc5nCtotlXN32z5-Bo7PfiEkZQKa8JNZL5fpLVCG9KDZAH9lQt/s1600/30291_119887004705194_100000516843538_236386_623485_n.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/AVvXsEgJTUyREDS3oTehyphenhyphenxYNXWnThCDd-4fl33nM7ZG-nGRpEsMePuTugKHBPszS6tm-iPXafpC6QYJICuRvI6fAditd1J6oVWzc5nCtotlXN32z5-Bo7PfiEkZQKa8JNZL5fpLVCG9KDZAH9lQt/s400/30291_119887004705194_100000516843538_236386_623485_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467800632724044050" /></a><br />Finalmente e com saudade digo adeus aos maravilhsos 5 dias que passei em Estremoz, na F.I.A.P.E, melhorzinhos!!<br /><br />epá tanto, tantas imperiais, ginginhas, vodkas nos all star, i will survive, IDOLOS!!, bebedeiras de morte, conversas interessantes, pessoas, amigos, dores em todo o corpo( devido as novas instalaçoes da familia, estou a dormir no chão á 5 noites, não devia ser permitido, só consigo elevar o meu pé 5cm e com esforço.) Aos concertos, brutais, ao que nao vi *sniff*, ao jantar de anos da claudia, ao carro da mae da ana e a carta de conduçao da ana!! ao morar no res do chao e por isso nao ter de subir 4 lances de escadas como certas pessoas! LOL, ao "a teresa está rica, manda vir mais quantas? 5? 5 serão!" ao autocarro que vou ter de apanhar as 7 da manha... a Estremoz!!Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-29133731841823570112010-04-28T15:22:00.000+01:002010-04-28T15:23:41.749+01:00Diz que é bezana dia sim dia simF.I.A.P.E<br /><br />lá estareiTe'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-21265099694577933672010-04-26T01:14:00.003+01:002010-04-26T01:30:28.778+01:00até jazz<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzvUL-FJw368iM3abWQ3q02W53tLcrVyWJ6nY_J1w4xI4mDQC-4l4IYQMSxEK1J3S6k7BHPkkH_eXeVlIJehlD4g9l-u5R9MrDy-TNoCvCO4rp5AB4-MlI3zmfI_XA0XqA8RLEwEGhO8w/s1600/lRRPYR154354-02.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464236306333411986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzvUL-FJw368iM3abWQ3q02W53tLcrVyWJ6nY_J1w4xI4mDQC-4l4IYQMSxEK1J3S6k7BHPkkH_eXeVlIJehlD4g9l-u5R9MrDy-TNoCvCO4rp5AB4-MlI3zmfI_XA0XqA8RLEwEGhO8w/s400/lRRPYR154354-02.jpg" /></a>"Esperei-te no fim de um dia cansado</div><div align="center">À mesa do café de sempre</div><div align="center">O fumo, o calor e o mesmo quadro<br />Na parede já azul poente</div><div align="center">Alguém me sorri do balcão corrido</div><div align="center">Alguém que me faz sentir</div><div align="center">Que há lugares que são pequenos abrigos</div><div align="center">Para onde podemos sempre fugir</div><div align="center">Da tarde tão fria há gente que chega</div><div align="center">E toma um café apressado</div><div align="center">E há os que entram com o olhar perdido</div><div align="center">À procura do futuro no avesso do passado</div><div align="center">O escuro lá fora incendeia as estrelas</div><div align="center">As janelas, os olhares, as ruas<br />Cá dentro o calor conforta os sentidos</div><div align="center">Num pequeno reflexo da lua</div><div align="center">Enquanto espero percorro os sinais</div><div align="center">Do que fomos que ainda resiste</div><div align="center">As marcas deixadas na alma e na pele</div><div align="center">Do que foi feliz e do que foi triste</div><div align="center">Sabe bem voltar-te a ver</div><div align="center">Sabe bem quando estás ao meu lado..."</div><div align="right"> </div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-9014168679492266142010-04-20T22:22:00.004+01:002010-04-20T22:38:14.653+01:00epoistalveznepianá<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpoguR1fJFxv7c01Gh2GTdsr7a3KXb_gjs5C4GCctsKsH50lQ7wFQX7VU4cC0lufk-jCuE063gUNBqQMxbeyWuJhY-F3ULholvxq9UcY5fHYwDhAqUevqBs5IWgT5VgCcidVvu1Ejhnub/s1600/Fotografia,+02-03-2010+-+18.35+%233.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462336812801061234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpoguR1fJFxv7c01Gh2GTdsr7a3KXb_gjs5C4GCctsKsH50lQ7wFQX7VU4cC0lufk-jCuE063gUNBqQMxbeyWuJhY-F3ULholvxq9UcY5fHYwDhAqUevqBs5IWgT5VgCcidVvu1Ejhnub/s400/Fotografia,+02-03-2010+-+18.35+%233.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left">tiveatentarjuntartodasaspalavrasmaisditaspormoinumasopalavrafoicomplicadoeestranho,nao conseguialernada,hilariante.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">talveznánaomémputchavalquemolhosquerescomoestasnepiameuganzamocacoguanamelaniedámcogumelosparaofeiçasonqualéoteuproblemayhapsobrenaturalmarcomariaandreiafilosofiamilesled</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">eaindahamaismasnaomeapetecenadaescrever! --'</div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493967365019008762.post-32726834852943267322010-04-19T23:29:00.005+01:002010-04-19T23:41:17.666+01:00Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZcaJTd-xQfcqjuAoUU7BmyFdxWN7LSV818k-diy8bZNbyVTH1DfjTZGtv9FbxEz57ojC59ZShFTFVpCCLyqwjklqjdhr1yknVt1PBoyGXP1mdtXGebXpAF8-kaG-iWWCO6Y6RCEWE-F62/s1600/be.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981838792909810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZcaJTd-xQfcqjuAoUU7BmyFdxWN7LSV818k-diy8bZNbyVTH1DfjTZGtv9FbxEz57ojC59ZShFTFVpCCLyqwjklqjdhr1yknVt1PBoyGXP1mdtXGebXpAF8-kaG-iWWCO6Y6RCEWE-F62/s400/be.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You've broken my heart, and now you leave me.</span></span></div>Te'http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537213723345705262noreply@blogger.com0