tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78683402024-03-23T18:29:26.014+00:00lostphotoslosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.comBlogger652125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-21490643299725672142012-01-13T14:50:00.001+00:002012-01-13T15:33:33.762+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92eu8u90_GjDUELGYI9benOAvb8bwxRSp-6-XdryXdtMdGiOSKZg6cr6RmH3y7NJRB4r6VHmemYs5k5GO_YcSUNyF_cmDbD5OmuKO3NBXnDUXkSQpHMsfwmwyMPA5cc5kV7uz/s1600/passarinhos.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209px" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92eu8u90_GjDUELGYI9benOAvb8bwxRSp-6-XdryXdtMdGiOSKZg6cr6RmH3y7NJRB4r6VHmemYs5k5GO_YcSUNyF_cmDbD5OmuKO3NBXnDUXkSQpHMsfwmwyMPA5cc5kV7uz/s320/passarinhos.bmp" width="320px" /></a></div><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">There are no 'mistakes' as everything works toward my highest good.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: xx-small;">Sheryl Ellis</span>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-7865347846650159482012-01-12T16:18:00.002+00:002012-01-12T16:20:27.754+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><strong>I am completely responsible for what I have created in my life. </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><strong>What I have created, I can un-create. </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><strong>What I like, I can produce more of.</strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Sheryl Ellis</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Zangados com os outros, com situações, connosco, com a vida. Sentimo-nos injustiçados, magoados, angustiados, traídos, culpados, tristes, envergonhados, doentes, sozinhos, com medo(s)…</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Ruminamos ressentimentos, alimentando um corpo de dor, que nos domina e controla. Viciamo-nos na negatividade.</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>O meu caminho passou por tudo isto, numa estrada tortuosa, repleta de buracos, curvas, contra-curvas, cruzamentos nebulosos, becos sem saída, numa viagem que julguei vazia de sentido.</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje sei, que estes tempos foram uma parte do meu caminho que necessitava percorrer, para aprender, para me consciencializar, para me curar, para evoluir. </strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje agradeço a quem me pôs perante situações onde me senti traída, magoada, “gozada”… Agradeço, porque me proporcionaram ver com clareza os “cruzamentos da minha estrada” e ter convicção na hora de decidir o meu rumo.</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje, sei para onde quero ir. </strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje, sei por onde vou.</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje, sei que sou o caminhante e o caminho.</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje, sei que TUDO na minha vida é fruto da(s) minha(s) escolha(s).</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Hoje, escolho ser feliz.</span></strong></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje, amo as pessoas maravilhosas que tenho como amigos, como família, como paixão.</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje, amo a mim.</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje, amo a vida.</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Obrigada por tudo.</strong></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>Just let yourself be happy...</em></strong></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-66555563072983744652011-04-06T23:38:00.002+01:002011-04-06T23:38:19.631+01:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-NWxRW8wM4s?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"></iframe>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-90956669514490498682011-03-22T01:06:00.000+00:002011-03-22T01:06:02.379+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzj14kYxsd71MGvV5wH5vLaMuZzRqHN9dsvxxFSCmiyC-34TqUto5HzPoHuOgJuGY2WeyNx3WjreDffibPxoSupDXo_v4s4L2bka8W6sZwGGy4ey4sPns3OcT6qjy-p0qw-Q6_/s1600/maos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzj14kYxsd71MGvV5wH5vLaMuZzRqHN9dsvxxFSCmiyC-34TqUto5HzPoHuOgJuGY2WeyNx3WjreDffibPxoSupDXo_v4s4L2bka8W6sZwGGy4ey4sPns3OcT6qjy-p0qw-Q6_/s320/maos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-87742039869534038132011-03-10T13:39:00.002+00:002011-03-10T13:39:20.117+00:00Made for you<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kXhBnQfzhAg?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-55836648142220312992011-03-04T18:58:00.000+00:002011-03-04T18:58:29.832+00:00Let it be by me<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pNqtMTHxr1o?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-51886676452490499892011-03-04T11:51:00.000+00:002011-03-04T11:51:11.719+00:00My Sun<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FvNQbSg7MP8?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<strong><em> One day...</em></strong>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-37960750574578034842011-03-03T10:33:00.000+00:002011-03-03T10:33:49.770+00:00Mermaid Song<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/By0DzyyJlxI?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"></iframe><br />
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<div align="right"><strong><em>Esta é para ouvir junto ao mar...</em></strong></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-28086236041265189642011-03-02T12:02:00.000+00:002011-03-02T12:02:22.661+00:00The Singles<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r47mPiC7BWo?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<strong><em>Esta música é uma "viagem"... </em></strong>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-21132145555015270472011-03-01T00:59:00.000+00:002011-03-01T00:59:43.890+00:00RGB<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oXdwPM3B0U0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br />
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(porque este blog já merecia um pouco de cor..e minha vida tambem. <br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Obrigado The Gift. Sempre eles...)</span>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-18787458936605872962011-02-24T23:30:00.000+00:002011-02-24T23:30:37.679+00:00<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxN09pMydhyphenhyphenGJSj1DL2gTdmWrtsYzPbl1nOvEExdigijCDhV6_JB9dqoDOTzLV50Qtl8Br7EfPxFCS03W7CwRsgr_2RSDTv8N9896Fs40jt4YFZaEbA2xKKg1qe9a_djSNY-S6/s1600/imagesCANUH6C2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxN09pMydhyphenhyphenGJSj1DL2gTdmWrtsYzPbl1nOvEExdigijCDhV6_JB9dqoDOTzLV50Qtl8Br7EfPxFCS03W7CwRsgr_2RSDTv8N9896Fs40jt4YFZaEbA2xKKg1qe9a_djSNY-S6/s1600/imagesCANUH6C2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<strong>Não me impeça de ver o que anseio</strong><br />
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<strong>Que a morte de tudo em que acredito</strong><br />
<strong>Não me tape os ouvidos e a boca</strong><br />
<strong>Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito</strong><br />
<strong>Mas a outra metade é silêncio.</strong><br />
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<strong>Que a música que ouço ao longe</strong><br />
<strong>Seja linda ainda que tristeza</strong><br />
<strong>Que a mulher que eu amo seja pra sempre amada</strong><br />
<strong>Mesmo que distante</strong><br />
<strong>Porque metade de mim é partida</strong><br />
<strong>Mas a outra metade é saudade.</strong><br />
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<strong>Que as palavras que eu falo</strong><br />
<strong>Não sejam ouvidas como prece e nem repetidas com fervor</strong><br />
<strong>Apenas respeitadas</strong><br />
<strong>Como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimentos</strong><br />
<strong>Porque metade de mim é o que ouço</strong><br />
<strong>Mas a outra metade é o que calo.</strong><br />
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<strong>Que essa minha vontade de ir embora</strong><br />
<strong>Se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço</strong><br />
<strong>Que essa tensão que me corrói por dentro</strong><br />
<strong>Seja um dia recompensada</strong><br />
<strong>Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso mas a outra metade é um vulcão.</strong><br />
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<strong>Que o medo da solidão se afaste, e que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.</strong><br />
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<strong>Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto um doce sorriso</strong><br />
<strong>Que eu me lembro ter dado na infância</strong><br />
<strong>Por que metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui</strong><br />
<strong>A outra metade eu não sei.</strong><br />
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<strong>Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria</strong><br />
<strong>Pra me fazer aquietar o espírito</strong><br />
<strong>E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais</strong><br />
<strong>Porque metade de mim é abrigo</strong><br />
<strong>Mas a outra metade é cansaço.</strong><br />
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<strong>Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta</strong><br />
<strong>Mesmo que ela não saiba</strong><br />
<strong>E que ninguém a tente complicar</strong><br />
<strong>Porque é preciso simplicidade pra fazê-la florescer</strong><br />
<strong>Porque metade de mim é platéia</strong><br />
<strong>E a outra metade é canção.</strong><br />
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<strong>E que a minha loucura seja perdoada</strong><br />
<strong>Porque metade de mim é amor</strong><br />
<strong>E a outra metade também.</strong><br />
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(Metade - Oswaldo Montenegro)<br />
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1. Referir quem ofereceu o selo: <br />
As amigas Dantis e AD "deram-me um chá" em forma de selo <em>Este blogue aquece-me o coração</em>!. Obrigado!!! <span style="font-size: x-small;">(embora tambem prefira café! Delta - passe a publicidade)</span><br />
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2. Qual o teu chá preferido:<br />
Gosto de vários, mas o que costumo mais beber é o de Cidreira.<br />
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3. Quantas colheres de açúcar costumas pôr:<br />
Nenhuma! O açucar tira o sabor do chá!<br />
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Passar o selo a 6 blogs: <br />
Bem, esta parte é mais dificil, a maior parte dos blogs a quem ia passar já foram contemplados. Por isso deixo em aberto.losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-7489363377665739162011-01-24T12:34:00.000+00:002011-01-24T12:34:46.434+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoX6VhCSLjYY2hFwbO72y7MRbhQpOMhcIruHerDrBekXb2E8HAmxYPopEhGemqCeykf1EDjItBKDQ87T_z3E6o6OwjEuiFiau70KFa4yRd5za2KLXJ-klqI9x_f8yh6u2VBj1_/s1600/IMG_2778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoX6VhCSLjYY2hFwbO72y7MRbhQpOMhcIruHerDrBekXb2E8HAmxYPopEhGemqCeykf1EDjItBKDQ87T_z3E6o6OwjEuiFiau70KFa4yRd5za2KLXJ-klqI9x_f8yh6u2VBj1_/s320/IMG_2778.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Os meus 2 meninos mais lindos do mundo!</strong></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-24967396604747173032011-01-20T11:06:00.001+00:002011-01-20T11:21:35.849+00:00<strong>Por vezes temos de "descontruir" situações, momentos, sentimentos... voltar a construí-los, pedaço por pedaço, e segundo a nossa lógica... Tinha decidido que iria fazer um post sobre o assunto e hoje deparei-me com um verdadeiro manual de "desconstrução". Nada acontece por acaso.</strong><br />
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"As I think about happiness, and talk to people about their own happiness challenges, certain issues come up over and over. Some arise within a person -- “How do I make myself do something I don’t want to do?” and some arise in a relationship -- “Why won’t you do this task, even if only to make me happy?”<br />
In seeing these questions, it’s tempting to say that some of these questions are “wrong.” For example, the question “Can you make me happy?” But rather than describe how people <em>ought </em>to frame these questions, I’ve tried to characterize them to reflect my sense of how people <em>do </em>frame them.<br />
<ul><li>How do I balance what makes me happy <em>now </em>with what will make me happy in the <em>long term</em>?</li>
<li>Should I make myself do something I don’t want to do? And how do I make myself do something that I want to do (but for some reason, am not doing)?</li>
<li>How can I insulate myself from your constant negativity?</li>
<li>How do I balance what makes <em>me </em>happy against what makes <em>you </em>happy?</li>
<li>How can I be happier if you won’t make any changes?</li>
<li>Is it possible for me to be happy if I grew up in an unhappy family?</li>
<li>After the terrible thing I’ve suffered, can I find my way back to a happy life?</li>
<li>Can I make up for lost time?</li>
<li>Why won’t you do this task, even if only to make me happy? --do I have to do everything myself?</li>
<li>Can I make you happy? Can you make me happy?</li>
<li>Do I expect too much? Too little?</li>
<li>How do I make time for all the things that are important to me?</li>
<li>If I try to be positive and enthusiastic, does that make me insincere?</li>
<li>Do I deserve this?</li>
<li>Why won’t you give me what I need to be happy? </li>
<li>When should I accept myself, and when should I expect more from myself? </li>
<li>What if I not only want you to do something, but I want you to want to do it? And to do it without me asking you to do it?</li>
<li>Why don't you appreciate my honesty?</li>
<li>Why is it sometimes so hard to do things that I know will make me happy? And to resist doing things I know will bring unhappiness? </li>
<li>When should I give up on you?</li>
<li>What if you don’t accept me? What if I don’t accept you? </li>
<li>How do I make time for myself when I feel overwhelmed by your needs?</li>
<li>Why am I drawn to you, when I know you’re a hurtful person?</li>
<li>How is it possible that I simultaneously love and hate you?</li>
<li>How can I claim my rightful share of attention?</li>
<li>What’s the most effective way to show you my love?</li>
<li>How do I take responsibility and make amends for the terrible mistake I made that hurt you?</li>
<li>How can I forgive you?</li>
<li>When should I show you tenderness and sympathy, and when should I get tough?</li>
<li>How can I be happy with this terrible thing hanging over my head?</li>
<li>How can I escape the unhappiness of the life I now live?"</li>
</ul><strong>Não são perguntas de resposta fácil. Mas talvez ajudem a construir um "projecto de felicidade".</strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">(fonte: </span><a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.happiness-project.com/</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></strong>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-57614247647726084252011-01-18T11:35:00.000+00:002011-01-18T11:35:32.324+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi28CKP2vkpQ1z7dm4XkdUm3w5-ZmExMvyzGrDJc0zI5W3ZldQEAWwKWtKz15-19opEPTVMC2SQSpzZX45Vs3BtXGKpJIyCni9sOhLlxhnDJl8Hx_fkFkdUQb6DSnqVZeLNPis2/s1600/security+check.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi28CKP2vkpQ1z7dm4XkdUm3w5-ZmExMvyzGrDJc0zI5W3ZldQEAWwKWtKz15-19opEPTVMC2SQSpzZX45Vs3BtXGKpJIyCni9sOhLlxhnDJl8Hx_fkFkdUQb6DSnqVZeLNPis2/s320/security+check.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Excuse me???</strong></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-23059443534406816992011-01-12T16:49:00.001+00:002011-01-12T17:56:18.311+00:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_Fku1lbXrxr1g2lQfFeiJKANbNVGJuOTUSCRkzoXnzJQdwb-2SJJHOLHhYrnzJnsA-jtlYMFljIwNS0o3amtqpGqHtDwJ8dX-vJlw3MingahCB6idwpdMncVCECC55NObXpC/s1600/IMG_2739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_Fku1lbXrxr1g2lQfFeiJKANbNVGJuOTUSCRkzoXnzJQdwb-2SJJHOLHhYrnzJnsA-jtlYMFljIwNS0o3amtqpGqHtDwJ8dX-vJlw3MingahCB6idwpdMncVCECC55NObXpC/s320/IMG_2739.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zE3D8tMF6GQEf1u0YxWpw0FgMrvnf6LdIvOKNZaxu-11En_PKZ0AMR9yF0tJI5Zte1eopB1KEkRXiz12ViJygswXZKdIo8sfJCTd6v-VDz9mYFhWyPG73-XupABKLk-EgtPd/s1600/IMG_2742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zE3D8tMF6GQEf1u0YxWpw0FgMrvnf6LdIvOKNZaxu-11En_PKZ0AMR9yF0tJI5Zte1eopB1KEkRXiz12ViJygswXZKdIo8sfJCTd6v-VDz9mYFhWyPG73-XupABKLk-EgtPd/s320/IMG_2742.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Nunca tive tendência para fazer colecções.... até hoje!! Sempre adorei estes patinhos <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(nunca consegui perceber porquê, mas deve ter alguma explicação refundida no inconsciente)</span>, e a partir de agora, vou iniciar coleção <span style="font-size: x-small;">(já tenho alguns).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">(se me quiserem oferecer prendinhas, já sabem.</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> (a Ale-Hop tem imensossssssss!)</span><span style="font-size: small;">)</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7868340.post-73006604436962725592011-01-06T17:03:00.001+00:002011-01-06T17:04:59.982+00:00<em>Por muito que eu tente compreender...</em><br />
<em><em>Por muito que eu tente ter</em> <em>bom senso...</em><br />
</em><em>Por muito que eu tente estar sem isto me corroer...</em><br />
<em>Por muito que eu tente não "morrer" por dentro....</em><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><em>...sinto-me prestes a dar o "grito do Ipiranga".</em></div>losthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291800079487020679noreply@blogger.com1