tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146306492024-03-23T17:57:27.791+00:00Há vento no marOnde se fala ouve grita suspira sente.
Onde somos seres humanos.
Onde queremos viver.
Onde queremos ser felizes.
À VIDA .Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-10423276503805004192010-05-07T16:45:00.002+01:002010-05-07T16:49:01.283+01:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DidlrIk6QrhBc8oCNsQRbptaHsnwbmfjNtS2IZllT2AinfAITEbyxACpIcFoWJ3WC672N7yWZAz_qEFgCY2FaQMJV-4CVEkGquiXCZKDg3JnrvM-ZZZie43zp3k2JUnoo2N6XA/s1600/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468555059954221714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DidlrIk6QrhBc8oCNsQRbptaHsnwbmfjNtS2IZllT2AinfAITEbyxACpIcFoWJ3WC672N7yWZAz_qEFgCY2FaQMJV-4CVEkGquiXCZKDg3JnrvM-ZZZie43zp3k2JUnoo2N6XA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />sinto a tua <strong>ausência </strong><br />sinto que estás <strong>dentro</strong> de mim<br />mas que me <strong>escapas</strong> entre os dedos<br />tenho <strong>saudades<br />só </strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-79636150162075412702010-05-06T20:58:00.002+01:002010-05-06T21:06:16.861+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Volto aqui, onde vos conheci, e de onde quero partir novamente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto falta deste blog, deste tempo de partilha</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Volto, com vontade de seguir</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">em procura de mim</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-43877033462490948272007-12-31T16:26:00.000+00:002007-12-31T16:51:58.670+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MnXBqM3VSTQG8sOdfBPVa2Rfe2eDEDFfyX3pjrg83a42yhU46ODmWSe62Y4ucxQgEhWBx8daFcI7WKqwJandRUUZNi-xEYtj25Nnvsm1FgjPDfI_lIvbi4ADn_gmKkRd700M4A/s1600-h/momento.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150178406371365746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MnXBqM3VSTQG8sOdfBPVa2Rfe2eDEDFfyX3pjrg83a42yhU46ODmWSe62Y4ucxQgEhWBx8daFcI7WKqwJandRUUZNi-xEYtj25Nnvsm1FgjPDfI_lIvbi4ADn_gmKkRd700M4A/s400/momento.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGHIa1vocragVGR9DNl1HD3ovedqaP9wQ9F5p0DOpq0KMkAdpP072371o58uJI5v45f85zBLO1UVct6DEVj4ZiebMAKYYGMryg49lqoh7CWeteOS35eZR_8gj9WMU4io30bS9dWg/s1600-h/images.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hoje foi mais um daqueles momentos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">É o ultimo dia do ano e mais uma vez fui tomar café ao sitio do costume. Já me calhou vezes sem conta, mas hoje, talvez por ser o ultimo dia do ano, achei no minimo inspirador calhar-me o meu preferido. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Será que me quer dizer alguma coisa?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Hoje dizia:</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">' Qualquer dia mudo-me para a beira Mar'</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mas como eu não acredito nestas coisas, acho que se queremos algo somos nós que temos que fazer para tal acontecer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Acho que apenas foi uma coincidência agradável, que só me fez pensar no desejo a pedir para o próximo ano, mudar para perto do mar?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Talvez, apenas terei que fazer por isso.</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-17133454339702372832007-12-11T12:11:00.000+00:002007-12-11T12:23:10.904+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYHVgkxjNrVtfOcYtTyJkEqibeOEJcgN9VZ74oRVxa77q-S8BigbZu_afohqyzSnR7rUkppIk33vjbSQ6vrY6XOtvInHAmGH7m3ctXUpe1yeRdfz1t4GeHdSA8eYRx6lzJKlKbg/s1600-h/004_a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142688033800044210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYHVgkxjNrVtfOcYtTyJkEqibeOEJcgN9VZ74oRVxa77q-S8BigbZu_afohqyzSnR7rUkppIk33vjbSQ6vrY6XOtvInHAmGH7m3ctXUpe1yeRdfz1t4GeHdSA8eYRx6lzJKlKbg/s400/004_a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfgRHTZfwbKgJ5Bg0gSf9dvvaLqxsndTaQhhjHxON9hf_jniSUhzX3ID1wsKGfPSkk97qFX2CQMQyDnCnL3XzWmpuk98_8WgZIHLqW60eaSZmdLKxeoXbahLVUve9URMCBstvYg/s1600-h/006_a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142687496929132194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfgRHTZfwbKgJ5Bg0gSf9dvvaLqxsndTaQhhjHxON9hf_jniSUhzX3ID1wsKGfPSkk97qFX2CQMQyDnCnL3XzWmpuk98_8WgZIHLqW60eaSZmdLKxeoXbahLVUve9URMCBstvYg/s400/006_a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqA0XqvXbHdnAfVUjpNrW86UlSgidCY6wwkCj04_HHiYDtV1C1x68lwvLBEdm6WAB8zf0vs6gndaoL0t4N-ncXfOv-Alb2jC92C_VWvbHc46tevsp7sK6CpJZLW8FlOYr73Gd5g/s1600-h/008_a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142687020187762322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqA0XqvXbHdnAfVUjpNrW86UlSgidCY6wwkCj04_HHiYDtV1C1x68lwvLBEdm6WAB8zf0vs6gndaoL0t4N-ncXfOv-Alb2jC92C_VWvbHc46tevsp7sK6CpJZLW8FlOYr73Gd5g/s400/008_a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-28773795557674378942007-11-20T15:18:00.000+00:002007-11-20T15:25:35.139+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUUHmTA9IwE6wewI-yZWrsesJ-h2IycIznrYlfLNsarTwbl6iLBj_rGnlVL9yHkF0uv0tatLjbC6gU-mqmSM9LB8YxXZVs1_1grx5bi6U-qn8z5PADsHYBVxm95C-NF5smHdK8g/s1600-h/pr6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134944016902884354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUUHmTA9IwE6wewI-yZWrsesJ-h2IycIznrYlfLNsarTwbl6iLBj_rGnlVL9yHkF0uv0tatLjbC6gU-mqmSM9LB8YxXZVs1_1grx5bi6U-qn8z5PADsHYBVxm95C-NF5smHdK8g/s400/pr6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-14362918253814729622007-10-22T13:32:00.000+01:002007-11-15T20:53:18.389+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrcqjhLTkSS9g0IsQl6gXsOkhUN5G-vJawnEqpG1ZfWDfXrxrB5gGmYXNAqVYAjYhBTnURZaF92c_qGYPX5VY0UWaViXoD-9-P77j0D6G82srmhpz25g2iTheNZ7JwiJEMGy2TA/s1600-h/gaiola2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">''A água do Mar</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">lembrou à boca os lábios</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">de um beijo esquecido.''</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-50687403328990155802007-10-21T06:21:00.000+01:002007-10-21T06:27:59.573+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Há coisas que qualquer dia tenho que me curar delas, não consigo perceber porquê mas dão me uma vontade enorme de sorrir. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">Mas há uma que eternamente dá um sabor especial à minha vida, que é poder molhar os pés em água salgada, à beira de lisboa às 5 da manhã. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">ty.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-62371187398628507692007-10-19T01:26:00.000+01:002007-10-19T01:40:35.660+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwH_ioaMF3ehq7slWIrz2JH-Wd5tbdcRb85yvsiIxFYYeZUWjMlDCxFdl_69FjJ4NcrVXQoSysrUzVEX3gwCOKrEGW8KD68Shii8_YrbQlo3nwDDWXDF8jveS4Fq4PlprRDiVEsg/s1600-h/im2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122840364702140066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwH_ioaMF3ehq7slWIrz2JH-Wd5tbdcRb85yvsiIxFYYeZUWjMlDCxFdl_69FjJ4NcrVXQoSysrUzVEX3gwCOKrEGW8KD68Shii8_YrbQlo3nwDDWXDF8jveS4Fq4PlprRDiVEsg/s400/im2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Este é um dos meus lugares, e hoje simplesmente apeteceu-me desligar...e foi o que fiz. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Passei a tarde por aí, a ler e a deixar-me ir.</span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Quando dei por mim estava-me a rir sozinha com o meu livro, há muito tempo que isto não acontecia, dei por mim a olhar em volta a ver se por ali andva alguém, não que isso tivesse alguma importância.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Li algumas frases que achei curiosas.</span><span style="font-family:arial;">Esta foi uma delas :</span></span></p><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">...''Era uma vez um rapaz que amava uma rapariga, e o riso dela era uma pergunta que ele queria passar a vida inteira a responder''...</span></p><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"></span></p><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Fiquei a pensar nela, há formas tão simples de dizer as coisas...</span></p><div align="justify"><br /></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-69672265375858239462007-10-17T17:27:00.000+01:002007-10-17T17:30:18.070+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;">E não é?</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehAxoBulWONu0ll-8fOouZF3MCAWnFbxpxjj8hPq9L_A4ilECOwdDWkVb-X7dPCfqM1sK1zXoK3TU4ucvoPUQ_KAvbu0w-NaFxr4l8wv8scbK3X6f7LJTQRPvlMpegH5GnEnBjg/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122343449870894722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehAxoBulWONu0ll-8fOouZF3MCAWnFbxpxjj8hPq9L_A4ilECOwdDWkVb-X7dPCfqM1sK1zXoK3TU4ucvoPUQ_KAvbu0w-NaFxr4l8wv8scbK3X6f7LJTQRPvlMpegH5GnEnBjg/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-85163962530500980272007-10-14T22:59:00.000+01:002007-10-15T23:16:17.849+01:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAgTPn8VjZQ9XUtrlP-mertzneqzwzbMvvpRdjbXuUKTg35_4DY_AelHESJ-CVl26tn6Zb8NrvCFMak8Y9eO7Dnf3Dt2oEBznqmN6attscEkvbCibagGcQ1MIKGnrOe0_-O6dIQ/s1600-h/77.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121315844585588338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAgTPn8VjZQ9XUtrlP-mertzneqzwzbMvvpRdjbXuUKTg35_4DY_AelHESJ-CVl26tn6Zb8NrvCFMak8Y9eO7Dnf3Dt2oEBznqmN6attscEkvbCibagGcQ1MIKGnrOe0_-O6dIQ/s400/77.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"> <a href="http://www.ensemblecesttout-lefilm.com/site.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">ensemble, cést tout</span></a></span> <p><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">Porque é que às vezes o simples sabe tão bem, será que é por ser tão real?</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-83298688717047831602007-10-14T01:30:00.000+01:002007-10-15T22:18:40.904+01:00<p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSNZFkRza68" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Ás vezes, há sons que têm a capacidade de me transportar para lugares de onde gostava nunca ter saido.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Este é um deles.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Levou-me para um lugar por onde já não andava há muito tempo.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">Obrigada.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-40084572465750649492007-10-09T22:48:00.000+01:002007-10-15T22:20:01.367+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119462288831088658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2twq7FeOXDAQjgDAg9RN06ZDXTHerPY7CUgMdNXvzED2fgbYsHRD6LWc_G63Me3qZlEt4Gg93xk33fL1u2V92TvyKTF_anNa1h4ZKFAri3V9HxyBKmZaGpHDs4mZ1xg6XRg4dg/s400/momento.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">Hoje voltou-me a fazer promessas, desta vez foi '' Um dia ainda te hei-de fazer a mulher mais feliz do mundo''. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">Será que não percebe que são tudo promessas e que nunca as vai cumprir. Até uma volta de balão, já me prometeu...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">Todos os dias espero ansiosa pela promessa do dia, por aquele papel amarelo que envolve aquele doce que vai curar o amargo do inicio do meu dia. </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">Todos os dias olho para ele, e rio-me com as promessas que me faz, às vezes repetem-se, mas eu gosto na mesma, são de uma simplicidade que me faz olhar para o dia que aí vem com um sorriso.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">Será que o rapaz do café aqui da esquina sequer sonha que assim que entro já estou curiosa em saber o que ele me vai prometer?</span></div><p align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">Haja promessas que me façam sorrir, são bem vindas,sempre!</span></p><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-26174030780570878082007-10-01T15:00:00.000+01:002007-10-15T22:21:40.268+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigi1rlXGXFzxpMxM1vdX3fHW6hiarnMmxLHx0-Zi1QXg7vSpgik-6BWj8-r29-xJN13DQk3iE1UulzWlBw_IvyU9xr08bfj63LBFHz_6xOW4g3ExpSKCiPObAcuSAl9YktQCbr9Q/s1600-h/no_reservations_03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116371712112176994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigi1rlXGXFzxpMxM1vdX3fHW6hiarnMmxLHx0-Zi1QXg7vSpgik-6BWj8-r29-xJN13DQk3iE1UulzWlBw_IvyU9xr08bfj63LBFHz_6xOW4g3ExpSKCiPObAcuSAl9YktQCbr9Q/s400/no_reservations_03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#999999;">Plus.<br />Nos últimos tempos tenho ganho pessoas, lugares, vontades, desejos, insónias, mas mais do que tudo tenho descoberto que o mais importante, são as pessoas que se vão atravessando ao longo do tempo.<br />Às vezes pergunto-me o porque de elas aparecerem, há algumas que nem me questiono qual o sentido que elas têm em mim, dada a riqueza que me passam, não preciso muito, às vezes basta a pergunta certa no minuto certo e faz com ela passe para um escalão a que eu chamo Amizade.<br />Ou então são pessoas que nunca passam para esse lado, o da Amizade, mas são um plus tão grande devido à riqueza de conteúdo que me trazem para o dia a dia, o que elas me passam é tão rico que quase fico dependente das suas palavras, dos sons, dos sorrisos ou simplesmente do olhar.<br />Com o passar do tempo sinto que só me fazem sentido aqueles que são isso mesmo, um plus.<br />Outras passam, mas não ficam, têm um qualquer valor num momento que só mais tarde quando algures por aí volto a olhar para trás, percebo o seu significado.<br /><br />Sinto falta de conversas com conteúdo, dizia eu no outro dia.<br />Dei por mim a pensar nisso, e nas pessoas que tenho à minha volta e que poderia desfrutar mais delas, e pensei no que se perde com a intimidade que se ganha com cada pessoa, às vezes perdem-se assuntos.<br />Foi um pensamento que me passou pela cabeça, e comecei a pensar nas pessoas que acho que são um plus para a minha vida, e no que andava a perder, a desperdiçar, isto tudo porque de repente parei e senti falta das tais conversas com conteúdo.</span></span><br /></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">''... Aaaah... é uma burrice voçê não se permitir ser feliz ou ousar '' Marilia Gabriela, Unica, Expresso do passado fim de semana. </span></p><div align="justify"><br /></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#999999;">Aqui está uma Mulher que tem sempre muito conteudo em tudo o que diz !</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </p></span><div><br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-74845458317397231222007-09-17T12:49:00.000+01:002007-10-15T22:25:03.919+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Há dias dificeis.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Daqeles em que parece que a vida é amarga</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Não sei para onde vou</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Será que algum dia saberei</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Tenho saudades tuas</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Daquelas que por mais que tente</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">É impossivel seguir em frente</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Tenho saudades das tuas palavras</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">De me dizeres que tudo vai correr bem</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Que basta acreditar</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Porque foste embora tão cedo?</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Não foi justo</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Choro, porque sinto falta do teu calor</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Onde estás?</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Dentro de mim, porque será que não basta</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWTb5NLGkkpF5oa_edq85yErBUr_acnl5fgB-IO87lRiQqr3fBVJhI-W0DbEJ9x4IFkGbFB-2TYT8QBnez5P5Ev0DYvbZJBxzGdxWFwSwVsIXhauzQtiS_V0Xqk63d1Xh61qMM0Q/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111141740890479586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWTb5NLGkkpF5oa_edq85yErBUr_acnl5fgB-IO87lRiQqr3fBVJhI-W0DbEJ9x4IFkGbFB-2TYT8QBnez5P5Ev0DYvbZJBxzGdxWFwSwVsIXhauzQtiS_V0Xqk63d1Xh61qMM0Q/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p><br /> </p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Saudades, é o que sinto.</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-21804276367821674592007-09-11T17:24:00.000+01:002007-10-15T22:26:02.133+01:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmxg_WJQ8YV8yB5kL3fZiLuCTMJw0WFiJgInXbXuIwd_XXT0PkTQxzXBdGeX7k4_tt-dWo_KmmPoDOkePwlVSsOPyahzp_skhrJxEEVRbR0GJiJP563NZJkkmsxHatekbGYiphw/s1600-h/DSC_0542.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108985767568962882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmxg_WJQ8YV8yB5kL3fZiLuCTMJw0WFiJgInXbXuIwd_XXT0PkTQxzXBdGeX7k4_tt-dWo_KmmPoDOkePwlVSsOPyahzp_skhrJxEEVRbR0GJiJP563NZJkkmsxHatekbGYiphw/s400/DSC_0542.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#999999;">' you only live once '</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">never forget</span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-39459610169235497912007-09-06T09:45:00.000+01:002007-10-15T22:26:40.152+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hoje faço silêncio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uYrmYXsujI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-29899416097252055402007-09-04T19:47:00.000+01:002007-10-15T22:27:37.064+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Puesta de sol en Santa<br /></span><br /></div><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN07BHmBalH5TZOenUOXeMrYQuw8lWR880UOVuNk5Mmn1i5h4hp2TYUmtliYqxT4-g_QP9WV4P7O6ugFR9tM5662NT9fqqKB__XnK4KoN-4-836rMJdgIhBDZ4hXWflphDz5fkbw/s1600-h/DSC_1035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106422900453897522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN07BHmBalH5TZOenUOXeMrYQuw8lWR880UOVuNk5Mmn1i5h4hp2TYUmtliYqxT4-g_QP9WV4P7O6ugFR9tM5662NT9fqqKB__XnK4KoN-4-836rMJdgIhBDZ4hXWflphDz5fkbw/s400/DSC_1035.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Há momentos que são captados </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">e que nos dão um prazer enorme, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">este foi um deles, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">porquê?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Estar na água não é só apanhar ondas, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">é também para mim, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">poder estar cá fora a capta-los.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-16351480866678921232007-07-23T03:52:00.000+01:002007-10-15T22:28:30.799+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">verão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5TJ-yz3V1dWoJl9fBk-gcVlJwBTobsO767AZvRovLSOFUKQRYNB5DoCd-78gTLaq7QdNSaKb9WKtP33epqZOUhzKTvHCSAQg0YAsgAB_Y7mCzjcv1yl4R0Ryv4jU-_bH1ISaIw/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090219943774669986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5TJ-yz3V1dWoJl9fBk-gcVlJwBTobsO767AZvRovLSOFUKQRYNB5DoCd-78gTLaq7QdNSaKb9WKtP33epqZOUhzKTvHCSAQg0YAsgAB_Y7mCzjcv1yl4R0Ryv4jU-_bH1ISaIw/s400/borboletas.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"> sinto-me assim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">chegaste sem avisar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">como o verão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">como as horas que não passavam</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">as palavras não terminavam</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">os olhos brilhavam</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">os lábios mostravam </span><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">um sorriso tímido </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">que teimou em não desaparecer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">a água</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">essa estava convidativa a todos os sentidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">sem saber</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">sem esperar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">sem querer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">chegaste</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">bem vindo sejas </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">enquanto por cá estiveres</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-84010555461043349142007-07-16T02:02:00.000+01:002007-10-17T16:16:43.757+01:00<p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span> </p><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/URunMI2CoB8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;">Chegou o verão...<br /></p></span><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-74820273143589018402007-07-01T01:30:00.000+01:002007-10-17T16:20:30.814+01:00<div align="center"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><span style="color:#000000;"></span><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ando por aí<br />às vezes custa-me compreender o ser humano, faz escolhas de olhos fechados<br />decide, escolhe, escolhe, decide e continua sem perceber o que escolheu e sem saber o que decidiu. </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Porquê? </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">é isto que é viver, sentir, voar, respirar<br />é isto que é viver de uma forma plena, confundir-se nas escolhas<br />é por isto que acordamos todos os dias e nos levantamos com toda a vontade de viver o novo dia,<br />não .<br />não pode ser apenas isto, então tudo o que vivemos seria vivido em vão, seria viver num dia cinzento<br />seria viver sem Mar e sem vento<br />sem tudo aquilo que nos faz vibrar nestes dias de vida,<br />quero de volta o brilho, o vento que me faz parar e escutar<br />quero de novo o azul que me fez sonhar<br />o calor que me fez suspirar<br />o branco que me deu vontade de tocar<br />apenas quero ter de volta o que me faz arrepiar<br />porque sei que há vento no </span><span style="font-family:arial;">mar.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9obIQu2u5F6L6Z5F5phcuQjZp6u8PyvCnCO_WHEej6CUiwO6TwLdtKNvB48pvElmU36WrjPLISa-LegSfvXonCo7KN-KlUNKYlfmrLC7sFyOMCauo7AFYzCa0CPkYeHItNCcWtw/s1600-h/onda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082025760764122850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9obIQu2u5F6L6Z5F5phcuQjZp6u8PyvCnCO_WHEej6CUiwO6TwLdtKNvB48pvElmU36WrjPLISa-LegSfvXonCo7KN-KlUNKYlfmrLC7sFyOMCauo7AFYzCa0CPkYeHItNCcWtw/s400/onda.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;">foto de paulo nozolino<br /></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-9389318919989135942007-07-01T00:29:00.002+01:002007-10-17T16:21:16.301+01:00<p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbAZiVRG6h0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-14883998445891267182007-06-22T01:25:00.000+01:002007-10-17T16:22:14.905+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wb4RauhteFA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-79407883702508844962007-06-16T21:58:00.000+01:002007-10-17T16:22:58.541+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076770812137067234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRMNh6DAD7uYfGR78HzH_Igd0zDgUjbAMUMljIjGzAL1zlXlhoc-a5rPJSkTTW641P6HOyo0k0a2ASgESSjQdleojRd-DvwnBvEOHnHCoEqh6vGQ-Iuo3CWCg7UilXoi0kr6M7Q/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Closed for holidays</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><em>Going South</em></span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-24589523743231715672007-06-16T12:48:00.000+01:002007-10-17T16:25:22.438+01:00<div align="center"><br /><br /> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLz4c-fWwtWjKTQZDrOS1UbAPYhBGrvun6b2CHy0eyvGbj9cDst4ikxEF-MkZ19iWlwj8xyXMVADYoj3A4UXZkPZu3u8k2KLNgTQ8M3QuDH7ZQPbS9bgujjVmvJgxH2WE1kmzZ-g/s1600-h/DSC_0125_a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076628300827218642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLz4c-fWwtWjKTQZDrOS1UbAPYhBGrvun6b2CHy0eyvGbj9cDst4ikxEF-MkZ19iWlwj8xyXMVADYoj3A4UXZkPZu3u8k2KLNgTQ8M3QuDH7ZQPbS9bgujjVmvJgxH2WE1kmzZ-g/s400/DSC_0125_a.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630649.post-79950931087504698772007-06-12T23:09:00.000+01:002007-10-17T16:23:39.930+01:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lPNGrrmAeRgBLbOLtyIlShvmDEmFLCyoYq0hlOURxwbALnBucfkDcDQrwOaPO26upSWbQ4HRKKE0U7yOO3PzyOH7KhVN1s6rmWVY7E2wgmtZe0wKyNgfErZ2lPI9pAHxn9xv-w/s1600-h/DSC_0076_a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075303913301758626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lPNGrrmAeRgBLbOLtyIlShvmDEmFLCyoYq0hlOURxwbALnBucfkDcDQrwOaPO26upSWbQ4HRKKE0U7yOO3PzyOH7KhVN1s6rmWVY7E2wgmtZe0wKyNgfErZ2lPI9pAHxn9xv-w/s400/DSC_0076_a.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;">hoje é o teu dia</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0