tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345729132011-04-22T03:06:47.868+01:00.. gosto do acaso.. acredito em coincidências.. mas.. às vezes não..4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-42785546799288851342007-06-03T12:01:00.000+01:002007-06-03T12:23:11.436+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmIMJvTUnb0/RmKjJsqRZyI/AAAAAAAAABE/uYklGhk1WVk/s1600-h/flores.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071795517375211298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="114" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmIMJvTUnb0/RmKjJsqRZyI/AAAAAAAAABE/uYklGhk1WVk/s200/flores.jpg" width="186" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>" A vida é uma peça de teatro</strong></span> <div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"><strong>que não permite ensaios..</strong></span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Por isso.. cante.. chore.. dance..</strong></span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"><strong>ria.. e viva intensamente!..</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"><strong>.. antes que a cortina se feche</strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"><strong>e a peça termine.. sem aplausos."</strong></span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"><em> Charlie Chaplin</em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">Foto de Miguel Afonso</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-4278554679928885134?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1172420255583659842007-02-25T15:56:00.000Z2007-02-25T17:22:09.828Z<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035522096507969986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="165" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NmIMJvTUnb0/ReHEqtz84cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LwDWurtfw9U/s200/lagrima.jpg" width="142" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>Tenta ouvir o silêncio...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>Ver a luz na escuridão profunda...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>Cheirar o aroma da mais pura água...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>Sentir a textura do vento...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>Saborear a doçura do sal...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>Quando o conseguires...</strong></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>Irás te descobrir...</strong></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong> Foto " Lágrimas" </strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><a class="link_green" href="http://www.olhares.com/utilizadores/detalhes.php?id=313"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><em><strong>Luis Costa - Lucaz</strong></em></span></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-117242025558365984?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1170019745031885822007-01-28T21:22:00.000Z2007-01-28T21:29:05.043Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/227315/querer.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/200/306366/querer.jpg" width="166" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Há palavras que nos beijam</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Como se tivessem boca.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Palavras de amor, de esperança,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">De imenso amor, de esperança louca. </span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><em> Alexandre O'Neill</em></span><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;">(Imagem retirada dum blog</span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;">)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"> autor desconhecido</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-117001974503188582?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1169105263652567582007-01-18T07:21:00.000Z2007-01-28T21:31:22.070Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/585541/sorriso.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/200/793630/sorriso.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>".. quero estar contigo... </strong></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>num momento chamado sempre.."</strong></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;">(imagem retirada dum blog)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;">autor desconhecido</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116910526365256758?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1169074793255593772007-01-17T22:57:00.000Z2007-01-28T21:32:59.560Z<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/364704/maosdadas.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/320/780688/maosdadas.jpg" width="216" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><strong> (imagem retirada dum blog)</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><strong> autor desconhecido<br /></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116907479325559377?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1168726205765857002007-01-13T21:59:00.000Z2007-01-13T22:12:51.713Z<p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/517735/2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="312" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/320/664213/2.jpg" width="214" border="0" /></a></span></strong></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/899973/3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="299" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/320/817676/3.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a> <p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/517735/2.jpg"></a></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/517735/2.jpg"></a></span></strong></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/320/472837/1.jpg" width="278" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>sem palavras<br /></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116872620576585700?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1168036320267066312007-01-05T22:23:00.000Z2007-01-13T22:13:45.133Z<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">A minha filha passa o tempo a dizer: "Porque não escreves no teu blog o que p<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/888579/3.jpg"></a>ensas e sentes e andas a copiar poesias??"... pois é, filhota, mas ainda não é desta vez que vou começar a escrever as minhas coisitas.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Hoje, na pastelaria enquanto esperava o café, peguei num jornal.. As Beiras.. folheei-o.. li alguns titulos.. parei nas "Notas do Dia"... li e reli umas das notas... era tão.. tão.. tão.... que me custou a acreditar... Bom, o melhor é copiá-la... </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"><strong>" Cerca de 500 pessoas participaram domingo à noite, em Nantes, numa manisfestação para dizer "não a 2007" e ao tempo que passa. Organizafa pela Fona-com-Fona ( Frente de Oposição ao Novo Ano), a marcha teve como objectivo permanecer em 2006 e dizer não à mudança de calendário". O escritor português Rui Zink, um dos fundadores do movimento " Os Felizes da Fé", diz que manifestações como aquela surgiram em Portugal há 22 anos e lamentou que a França só "agora tenha aderido", concluindo que "se os franceses tivessem aderido mais cedo talvez se conseguisse ter parado no tempo". Ele há cada um!..." </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">.. entendem porque li e reli?... há gente capaz de tudo... tão intelectuais... não são? </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116803632026706631?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1167689303364206482007-01-01T22:05:00.000Z2007-01-17T23:16:58.236Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/996248/borboleta.gif"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>Eu sempre <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/1600/742897/borboleta.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="93" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2687/3811/200/39115/borboleta.gif" width="86" border="0" /></a></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>estendi as mãos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>para as borboletas... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>Abria os braços</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>para o passado saudoso... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>para o futuro sonhado... </strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">mas nunca tocaram em mim</span>...</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>Hoje, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>fiquei imóvel</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>e uma pousou no meu pé.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><em>Fabio Roch</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116768930336420648?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1161555099058710462006-10-22T23:06:00.000+01:002006-10-22T23:26:30.270+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos... <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/velas.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/velas.2.jpg" width="105" border="0" /></a><br />Após o pôr-do-sol</strong></span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/velas.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>terei você junto a mim... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><br />Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos...<br />Eu os abrirei e terei meu sonho realizado...<br />Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/velas.jpg"></a><br />E quando eu os abrir, você estará ao meu lado...<br /><br />Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos...<br />Poderei tocar-te, sentir teu fôlego, teu ar...<br />Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos...<br /><br />E ao abri-los terei sua imagem a minha frente...<br /><br />quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos...<br />Poderei ter você em meus braços,<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/velas.3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/200/velas.jpg" width="98" border="0" /></a>Quem sabe se eu abrir os olhos...<br />Poderei ter você em meus braços, </div><div align="center">ter você em um abraço,<br />ter você junto a mim... </div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/velas.1.jpg"></a><br />Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos...<br /><br />Poderei sentir teu perfume,<br />me embriagar em seu néctar,<br />me acochegar em seu peito,<br />me envolver em seus afagos,<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>me despir de mim e ser só você... </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><br />Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos...</strong></span><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">(autor desconhecido)</span><br /></em></span></strong></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116155509905871046?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1161037088866989752006-10-16T23:17:00.000+01:002006-10-16T23:33:23.676+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/mulHer.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/mulHer.0.jpg" width="212" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>.. hoje não copio nenhum poema..</strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>... porque hoje tenho um poema </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>dentro de mim! </strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>.. e não quero pensar</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">em amanhã...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>hoje estou assim......!!!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">....</span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>e gosto de estar assim.......</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet 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style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">foto de</span> </em></span></span><a class="link_green" href="http://www.olhares.com/utilizadores/detalhes.php?id=4077"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><em>Alessandro Cassemiro</em></span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116103708886698975?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1160856530577507242006-10-14T21:06:00.000+01:002006-10-15T00:08:36.163+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/tualuz.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/tualuz.0.jpg" width="241" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;">É assim que te quero, amor,</span></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">assim, amor, é que eu gosto de ti,</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">tal como te vestes</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">e como arranjas</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">os cabelos e como</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">a tua boca sorri,</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">ágil como a água da fonte </span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">sobre as pedras puras</span></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>é assim que te quero....</strong></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Pablo Neruda</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><em>(foto de Alvimar Rodrigues)</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116085653057750724?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1160603835447695782006-10-11T22:11:00.000+01:002006-10-14T20:14:01.800+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/calmaria.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/calmaria.jpg" width="244" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>.. se eu<span style="color:#000099;"> te pudesse</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">dizer..</span> </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>..... <span style="color:#6633ff;">o que nun</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">ca te di</span><span style="color:#663366;">rei..</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">....... tu terias</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">que ente</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">nder..</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">......... aquilo que</span> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">nem </span><span style="color:#9999ff;">eu sei....</span></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><em>Fernando Pessoa</em></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><em>Fotografia de Joana Lorça</em></span> </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">(blogfullmoon.blogs.sapo.pt)</span></div><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116060383544769578?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1160514605576382202006-10-10T22:07:00.000+01:002006-10-10T22:38:14.180+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/borborlagradecendo.gif"></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/lua.0.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/lua.0.gif" width="105" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/sonho.0.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"o mundo está nas mãos daqueles que têm coragem de sonhar</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e de correr o risco de viver seus sonhos".</span></strong><br /></span><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><em>Voltaire</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116051460557638220?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1160067667552940132006-10-05T17:56:00.000+01:002006-10-05T18:22:27.590+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/mulher%202.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/mulher%202.1.jpg" width="278" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><span style="color:#660000;">Amo as manhãs</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">que se a</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">nunciam lentas</span></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">e se desenrol</span><span style="color:#cc9933;">am entre os</span> <span style="color:#ffcc33;">meus lençóis</span></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><span style="color:#ff9966;">suspensa a vida</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">num estendal</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">de roupa</span></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">esquec</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">ido o dia</span> <span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">num</span> </span><span style="color:#990000;">raio de sol...</span></span></strong></p><p align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;">LibLua</span></em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-116006766755294013?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1159998626046979262006-10-04T22:39:00.000+01:002006-10-05T23:27:08.766+01:00<div align="left"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/Estrelas.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/Estrelas.1.jpg" width="273" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Se as coisas são inatingíveis... </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>ora!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Não é motivo para não querê-las...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Que tristes os caminhos </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>se não fora</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>A mágica presença das estrelas!</strong></span> </span><br /></div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><em></em></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><em>Mário Quintana</em></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-115999862604697926?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1159732681015509082006-10-01T20:50:00.000+01:002006-10-01T21:13:11.870+01:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Ando solta, livre,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>inconsequente talvez... </em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Vivendo um dia após o outro,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>conseguindo me despreocupar, </em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>me desligar do que não posso resolver, </em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>aceitando o que não posso mudar</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">e andou me incomodando...</span> </span></em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Ando assim... </em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Meio sombra,</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/mcorrida.1.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/mcorrida.1.jpg" width="198" border="0" /></em></span></a>sentada num canto de mim, me olhando. </em></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Ando mudando... </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Uma longa fase de transição, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>todo dia uma outra mulher, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>um tanto antiga, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em>um pouco nova... </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em> Ando abstrata... </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><em> Ando feliz...</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><em>Débora Bottcher</em></span></strong> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-115973268101550908?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1159304363447328582006-09-26T21:52:00.000+01:002006-09-26T22:41:34.146+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><div align="center">Pode ser mais um capricho<br />pode ser uma paixão<br />pode ser coisa de bicho<br />pode não. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/como%20a%20arvore.jpg"></a><br /><br />Pode ser já por destino<br />pelos astros, pelos signos<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/presentetkm.png"></a>por uma marca, uma estrela </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>talvez já estivesse escrito </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>na palma da minha mão. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>Talvez não... </strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>Talvez até nem fique</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>nem signifique nada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>nem me arranhe o coração</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>pode ser só uma cisma </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/lua.gif"></a>pode estar só de passagem </strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>Ou não.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><em>Bruna Lombardi</em></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-115930436344732858?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1159080712012784192006-09-24T07:46:00.000+01:002006-09-26T00:50:55.050+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/outono1.5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/outono1.5.jpg" width="279" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/outono1.4.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/outono1.3.jpg"></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#660000;">... não</span> <span style="color:#990000;">sei se</span><span style="color:#993300;"> gosto</span><span style="color:#990000;"> </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">do Ou</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">tono...</span></span><br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">gosto das cores do Outono.. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/outono1.2.jpg"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">gosto das manhãs fesquinhas</span></strong> </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">gosto do cheiro da terra molhada pelas primeiras chuvas..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">gosto que pela tardinha me apeteça um chá quente..</span></strong><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">não gosto que anoiteça tão cedo..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">não gosto dos dias cinzentos..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">não gosto da nostalgia que sinto.......</span></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">( esta postagem</span><span style="color:#990000;"> tem o título</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">dum livro de</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">Irene Lisboa</span><span style="color:#cc9933;">.... )</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-115908071201278419?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1158526012236452472006-09-17T21:40:00.000+01:002006-09-24T14:55:41.076+01:00<em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">.. num "entra e sai de blogs" encontrei esta poesia.. li... senti cada palavra... e apeteceu-me copiá-</span></em><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">la aqui... </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><strong>"</strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>POESIA QUE PASSA EM RODAPÉ </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong><br />Prometo ser desobediente</a><br />E contestar todas as regras</a><br />Que não entenda, que não apreenda</a><br />Que não me expliquem</a><br />E que interfiram com a minha liberdade.</a> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong><br />Prometo ser inconformada</a><br />Se ser conforme fôr assumir formas</a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/bonequinha2.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="57" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/320/bonequinha2.png" width="247" border="0" /></a><br />Que não a minha</a><br />E conformada fôr aceitar</a><br />A imposição e aborrecimento duma rotina.</a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/bonequinha3.2.jpg"></a><br />Prometo ser mal-educada</a> </strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/bonequinha3.1.jpg"><strong></strong></a><br /><strong>E mandar à merda quem me disser:</a><br />Sê conformada, tem paciência</a><br />A vida é isto, a vida é assim.</a> </strong><br /></strong><strong><br />Prometo ser inconveniente</a><br />Se a conveniência não me servir</a><br />E conveniência for conivência</a><br />Aceitação, anulação e conformismo.</a><br />Ninguém nasce de trela e mordaça</a><br /><br />Portanto, eu</a><br /><br />Prometo ser eu!</a><br />Desobediente, inconveniente</a><br />Inconformada, mal-educada</a><br />E mandar à merda vida e regras</a><br />Quando e se me apetecer.</strong></a> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Escrito por: </strong><br /><em><strong>Encandescente</strong></em></span></span><br /><br /><br /></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-115852601223645247?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34572913.post-1158509896713073582006-09-17T17:16:00.000+01:002006-09-17T18:19:42.103+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/romanesque.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="93" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/200/romanesque.jpg" width="135" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Nao digas nada!<br /><br />Nem mesmo a verdade<br />Ha tanta suavidade em nada se dizer<br />E tudo se entender<br />Tudo metade<br />De sentir e de ver...<br /><br />Nao digas nada<br />Deixa esquecer..<br /><br />Talvez que amanhã<br />Em outra paisagem<br />Digas que foi vã<br />Toda essa viagem<br />Até onde quis<br />Ser quem me agrada...<br /><br />Mas ali fui feliz<br /><br />Nao digas nada!<br /><br /></strong></span><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Fernando Pessoa</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34572913-115850989671307358?l=coincidencias-ou-nao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>4ever... or neverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16287455284818724900noreply@blogger.com1