tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187090982024-03-07T21:35:05.912+00:00PalavrejandoM.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.comBlogger536125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-47618272688482497982011-01-02T20:55:00.006+00:002011-01-02T21:00:01.947+00:00Agora ESTOU em...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Agora estou em...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"><strong><a href="http://loquio.blogspot.com/">http://loquio.blogspot.com/</a></strong></span></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-10613262235727719982010-10-20T15:26:00.002+01:002010-10-20T15:33:19.001+01:00Acho que....<strong><em><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVjr2Vo5M4Mch1VrV1bc2KK-_8znISk2b0rdhZOw8JntPKemG-RrZSIgu_eYxRNYA5lwJDpgLvJFNM_27ltwkw9N1SdnZ0RKCX4-FgfqqHzuV2M_1Nc2DrCe4ugsyKWE4Dh2zOw/s1600/away.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 72px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530136234006509506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVjr2Vo5M4Mch1VrV1bc2KK-_8znISk2b0rdhZOw8JntPKemG-RrZSIgu_eYxRNYA5lwJDpgLvJFNM_27ltwkw9N1SdnZ0RKCX4-FgfqqHzuV2M_1Nc2DrCe4ugsyKWE4Dh2zOw/s400/away.gif" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">... Acho que este espaço já deu o que tinha a dar.... </span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Este fim já estava anunciado.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Há muito. </span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">A energia que prometi não existe mais. </span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Poderá ser que regresse </span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">num novo espaço, </span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">que não terá </span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">o mesmo título</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">e para o qual procurarei</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">um estilo diferente.</span></strong></em></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-80185365431190654992010-08-27T15:50:00.002+01:002010-08-27T16:02:25.614+01:00Daqui para a frente ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvbG4Mp3-hBPe6uWU4rPaj1L1pAAnpEiILlbowBp4IBpZc7futaWEfJWk_O5Utt3A4dRw-uVQtIUSkMQbQWOdk80l-B5lf0rAWASsSJTRT4fSQcxpKof9XVpyW7xzSJgW5aOJsw/s1600/deathstar_galaxy_2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 466px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510105117407269506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvbG4Mp3-hBPe6uWU4rPaj1L1pAAnpEiILlbowBp4IBpZc7futaWEfJWk_O5Utt3A4dRw-uVQtIUSkMQbQWOdk80l-B5lf0rAWASsSJTRT4fSQcxpKof9XVpyW7xzSJgW5aOJsw/s400/deathstar_galaxy_2.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Daqui para a frente, uma nova energia neste recanto!</span></strong></div><br /><blockquote><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">From now on a new energy around here</span></strong></p></blockquote>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-31522390615207052912010-07-05T16:01:00.002+01:002010-07-05T16:06:53.849+01:00Não sei...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5e12zY6EjqKSOvTpST3UWFDSLpg2V3WNahD8WfV_A6-QCcIy9e5UVFnakFE6IWsfZAyon_DMWnVGJ7BUQEhO-8BHHVX6JlQCqAyH7p7Zv-7TVeWV_2fAg_M1u9EVpOc5EZ-dzEg/s1600/heat.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490438619000312386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5e12zY6EjqKSOvTpST3UWFDSLpg2V3WNahD8WfV_A6-QCcIy9e5UVFnakFE6IWsfZAyon_DMWnVGJ7BUQEhO-8BHHVX6JlQCqAyH7p7Zv-7TVeWV_2fAg_M1u9EVpOc5EZ-dzEg/s400/heat.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Não sei o que será... </span></strong></div><br /><blockquote><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Vai sendo o que é... </span></strong></p></blockquote><blockquote><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Será o que for...</span></strong></p></blockquote><blockquote><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~</span></strong></p><blockquote><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Don't know what'll be...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">It is like it is...</span></strong></p><blockquote><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">It'll be what'll be ...</span></strong></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-61949374214472405812010-06-02T16:25:00.002+01:002010-06-02T16:36:00.873+01:00Bocados de Tempo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaKQ2D9mIN-MIwkYEeLa4Qy2d-7PSNIc_HM8xmUxRhwSGSjhaRAPgLRL-N8hh4JXY26m2wV_Yy5BYzn31Zukw_uHGwSmrlOz-wZTPeHneZThS3W8-My4W7hqbn2GoHyFiNvzqKA/s1600/Memories.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaKQ2D9mIN-MIwkYEeLa4Qy2d-7PSNIc_HM8xmUxRhwSGSjhaRAPgLRL-N8hh4JXY26m2wV_Yy5BYzn31Zukw_uHGwSmrlOz-wZTPeHneZThS3W8-My4W7hqbn2GoHyFiNvzqKA/s400/Memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478199446342457522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Recordações são bocados de Tempo </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">cortados do Passado</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">que o Presente quer salvar </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">da gula do Esquecimento do Futuro</span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">~~~~~~~~</span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Memories are bits of Time</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">cut out of the Past</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">the Present wants to rescue</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">from the Forgetfulness greed of the Future </span><br /></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-53353392219279483332010-06-01T17:18:00.002+01:002010-06-01T17:36:15.805+01:00Dia Mundial da Criança<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6w-LZln6GSZv36Upd_MMlOgVvNGUP3ZrwVMEBNbpEgX1c5ZAcnaTprFdGgMuYlQg9bUrCEiboPWpCcQQoPY2LwFj54BvfGPKjlhOVp4tFrDcvivArGCwdNhFRm1A5kBu9P1M5mA/s1600/child%2520labor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 519px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 413px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477841750351080962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6w-LZln6GSZv36Upd_MMlOgVvNGUP3ZrwVMEBNbpEgX1c5ZAcnaTprFdGgMuYlQg9bUrCEiboPWpCcQQoPY2LwFj54BvfGPKjlhOVp4tFrDcvivArGCwdNhFRm1A5kBu9P1M5mA/s400/child%2520labor.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Neste Dia Mundial da Criança </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">não queria que houvesse </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">APENAS UM</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">destes dias por ano! </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Queria que </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">TODOS os ANOS </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">tivessem</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">os dias TODOS - DIA MUNDIAL DA CRIANÇA !</span></strong> <blockquote></blockquote><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ </span></strong></div><blockquote><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">On this Child's Day<br />I don't want<br />ONLY ONE DAY<br />like this<br />to exist every year!<br />I wish<br />EVERY YEAR<br />could contain<br />ALL the DAYS<br />being<br />the CHILD'S DAY!</span></strong></p></blockquote>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-90353036484696685322010-05-30T17:14:00.003+01:002010-05-30T17:25:41.687+01:00Pois claro ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMCzXWcL4oX8lOl8PbtbvdhC4p6RQfStc-J3fbRppZq6hyphenhyphenesgkebViR6YjBFiWroPls9LHn110qCpzhm2F8ebmrr0-71IFadKwvEfnlXFpaIlqDprA32coTzHYlM0uQE75grfTw/s1600/66675079f54653487d288d290d1a26a9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 508px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 424px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477099619424758258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMCzXWcL4oX8lOl8PbtbvdhC4p6RQfStc-J3fbRppZq6hyphenhyphenesgkebViR6YjBFiWroPls9LHn110qCpzhm2F8ebmrr0-71IFadKwvEfnlXFpaIlqDprA32coTzHYlM0uQE75grfTw/s400/66675079f54653487d288d290d1a26a9.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Não há nada a fazer... é mesmo assim.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Mas .... sendo mesmo assim, não acredito que assim possa ser.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Decepcionei-me... </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>E... ponto final...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~~~ </span></div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">There's nothing that can be done ... it's exactly like that.<br />But... even being so, I don't believe it turned to be that way.<br />It deceived me....<br />And ... That's that...</span></strong></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-26763821389106193462010-05-17T23:52:00.004+01:002010-05-18T16:18:48.812+01:00Porque não me ouço?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8k2mEjVoBCOZpOm3nYag-kpI-DAssbT1uCl0WwPgFegP8oN27_KNQKBQzi2MWiC5psOTOPQ3gUUrNgLLT3QSnr79PTMxmz6ub30jIZm97DeBBjeiUipEQW4HDqo3TMxhxGkS7g/s1600/infinite_eight.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 417px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472377206483756482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8k2mEjVoBCOZpOm3nYag-kpI-DAssbT1uCl0WwPgFegP8oN27_KNQKBQzi2MWiC5psOTOPQ3gUUrNgLLT3QSnr79PTMxmz6ub30jIZm97DeBBjeiUipEQW4HDqo3TMxhxGkS7g/s400/infinite_eight.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Grito de mim para mim mas não me ouço!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~~~~</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><strong></strong></blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">I shout from myself into myself but I can't hear my voice!</span></strong></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-21266177241938402612010-05-09T18:24:00.002+01:002010-05-09T18:34:04.880+01:00Presença na ausência<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSboPO5ZwHovRbvVzRPDrkzIuU-MwywZcoaFH6oJ3Vn_tB1nmtMyzz1sIIYdhUWHrXDYfaatfGllAy8YjLVVOb7iRekkuPRShYGf4Jq4XefIRBWShTLO761wRGxQcUeF5lldOAQ/s1600/agavia_1280.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469324851791004130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSboPO5ZwHovRbvVzRPDrkzIuU-MwywZcoaFH6oJ3Vn_tB1nmtMyzz1sIIYdhUWHrXDYfaatfGllAy8YjLVVOb7iRekkuPRShYGf4Jq4XefIRBWShTLO761wRGxQcUeF5lldOAQ/s400/agavia_1280.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Estar presente não é ser aparição constante desprovida de conteúdo. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">A ausência é real quando a presença deixa de ser sentida.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Não sou ausente quando me sentem.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></strong></blockquote>~~~~~~~~~</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></blockquote>Being present isn't the permanent being there without being.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Absence is real when being present is no longer sensed.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">I am not absent when I can make myself be sensed.</span></strong></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-7512802477438096292010-05-04T23:15:00.003+01:002010-05-04T23:31:53.160+01:00Memórias...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagM1aUldBYlOQbby7fHKAXsjGlcavWj7p6XGjevGdEeKWvLUD1KPCoEWP7OGmDdakwrYkmLEbMxx87gO4IP5up_36xem-f80xvZdxSaorAi2-1foTanX1NY0mA4wA3MuMzFJDcg/s1600/25004-L.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467544669077030578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagM1aUldBYlOQbby7fHKAXsjGlcavWj7p6XGjevGdEeKWvLUD1KPCoEWP7OGmDdakwrYkmLEbMxx87gO4IP5up_36xem-f80xvZdxSaorAi2-1foTanX1NY0mA4wA3MuMzFJDcg/s400/25004-L.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Não vivendo de Passados, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">gosto </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">das Memórias de Momentos </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">sempre Presentes </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">que</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">o Passado nunca apaga.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~~~ </span><br /><blockquote><br /><p><span style="color:#66ffff;">Not being fed with Past Moments<br /></span></p><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></blockquote><p><span style="color:#66ffff;">I love </span></p><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></blockquote><p><span style="color:#66ffff;">those Memories of Moments always Present<br /></span></p><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></blockquote><p><span style="color:#66ffff;">which </span></p><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></blockquote><p><span style="color:#66ffff;">the Past will never be able to erase</span></p></blockquote></div></strong>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-88422155820110044952010-04-27T16:38:00.002+01:002010-04-27T16:48:49.142+01:00Saberes e Sabores<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMd1IbwhjDY8Bbz7BpwBG5x9ifDDt1U02C3YmORPC8WZZ924M2FOEPGuhQu8dS1HMR2AcRPvEKR7QHSBnieKnuzdsft6N2-ll8ihDnfoh7pOuASzCwBa5pTGM-w1Sf7pesIj_Zbw/s1600/018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464844628381639954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMd1IbwhjDY8Bbz7BpwBG5x9ifDDt1U02C3YmORPC8WZZ924M2FOEPGuhQu8dS1HMR2AcRPvEKR7QHSBnieKnuzdsft6N2-ll8ihDnfoh7pOuASzCwBa5pTGM-w1Sf7pesIj_Zbw/s400/018.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>O Sabor de Saber Amar é o Sabor de se Sentir Amado</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>The Taste of Knowing how to Love is the Taste of Feeeling you're Loved</strong> </span></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-33815406028571889682010-04-26T20:38:00.004+01:002010-04-26T20:56:27.623+01:00Um olhar...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_wWpXWG-_zAFDjP28psT5ZCfiTt3KdjI4faVG0tTOS8CsyuK4QRKianzVnwMbrEhBxN1xTkjnXYYtHcmrEzQ5LJjstxUYnUa-Ef2nqlHiS3rCVJ9mtvYnhDnYLSpO6sq_4QBRQ/s1600/693495_open_your_eyes.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464536790839637810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_wWpXWG-_zAFDjP28psT5ZCfiTt3KdjI4faVG0tTOS8CsyuK4QRKianzVnwMbrEhBxN1xTkjnXYYtHcmrEzQ5LJjstxUYnUa-Ef2nqlHiS3rCVJ9mtvYnhDnYLSpO6sq_4QBRQ/s400/693495_open_your_eyes.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Um Olhar deixa ler a Alma.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Há aqueles Olhos que falam,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong> que tocam bem no fundo e deixam ver que há um lugar lá bem dentro,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong> que nos pertence e acarinha... </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>É BOM Olhar a Sentir assim.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>É BOM Sentir a Olhar assim...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~ </span></strong><br /><blockquote><p><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>There are Eyes which allow you to read the Soul.<br />There are those Eyes which can speak , </strong></span><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>which touch us deep in our heart making us understand </strong></span><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>there's a place deep inside we own and where we feel cozy...</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>It's GOOD to have Eyes making us feel so.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>It's GOOD to have Feelings having Eyes like those.</strong></span></p><br /><p></p></blockquote></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-61241919999486554992010-04-24T20:33:00.004+01:002010-04-24T20:39:56.879+01:00Palavras e afectos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYejD58sihAU4L6mCSbl9E4t6-IxmmtK47VEyCUpLGqVxpLYD_Geb8Ncj7JevEJSOmcqMk5JdLk2C9NLTvm2YUO9xxZPfmEOWJyX_9s2RjnBbgngbfRb6j4nVxwa7r5kMdaQsMA/s1600/AA2317.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 461px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463790813820969794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYejD58sihAU4L6mCSbl9E4t6-IxmmtK47VEyCUpLGqVxpLYD_Geb8Ncj7JevEJSOmcqMk5JdLk2C9NLTvm2YUO9xxZPfmEOWJyX_9s2RjnBbgngbfRb6j4nVxwa7r5kMdaQsMA/s400/AA2317.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Palavras... leva-as o vento...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote>E como é com os afectos?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote>~~~~~~~</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote>Words .... go with the wind...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote>And how is it with affection?? </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-82504417529245726092010-04-23T18:06:00.003+01:002010-04-23T18:17:33.094+01:00Interrogação de fim de semana...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQ1VpJZWbKvarsGxXJVwA04BwoOS9DB1rR2mUot4r7YeDFtcUPURTFcXFeVqiLNdUfAYEwVMBzU9XLri4kqn2_lR8ABgczlgltW5ouICZeEVizBSGUoPzrcWSxkDvSvbNvsOkXQ/s1600/r131631_437215.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 466px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 449px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463383192163606914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQ1VpJZWbKvarsGxXJVwA04BwoOS9DB1rR2mUot4r7YeDFtcUPURTFcXFeVqiLNdUfAYEwVMBzU9XLri4kqn2_lR8ABgczlgltW5ouICZeEVizBSGUoPzrcWSxkDvSvbNvsOkXQ/s400/r131631_437215.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Eu não penso... logo... não existo... </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Se não existo... porque teimo eu querer ser quem sou?? </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Afinal não sou... porque não penso..</strong></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Então como é isto?</strong></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~</span></strong><br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>I don't think... therefore ... I am not..</strong></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>If I am not ... why do I keep on wishing to be who Iam ??</strong></span><br /><blockquote><br /><p><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>If I am not ... because I don't think....</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>How come it 's so?</strong></span></p><p><br /> </p></blockquote></div><div align="center"></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-20071892937438432982010-04-21T20:43:00.003+01:002010-04-21T20:50:24.739+01:00Sorte ou Dom? ... Lucky or just gifted???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJmTfyOX9IKVfJqg65jEE0wDBFgKrcLHVSj12ewdCJnJyo_OXS07ct4LDLhkwLNI8I02fd36zCjuqpguIelfuS18f8q0JuRrm333m8XKZiiW_W4KE1GMpB3W8Nq1z3_Nr65kFADA/s1600/steps-to-christ-lens.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462680386088884562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJmTfyOX9IKVfJqg65jEE0wDBFgKrcLHVSj12ewdCJnJyo_OXS07ct4LDLhkwLNI8I02fd36zCjuqpguIelfuS18f8q0JuRrm333m8XKZiiW_W4KE1GMpB3W8Nq1z3_Nr65kFADA/s400/steps-to-christ-lens.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Uso o CORAÇÃO para OUVIR as VOZES que os ouvidos não captam... e sinto-me feliz por ter esse dom.<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~~~ </span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">I use the HEART to HEAR the VOICES the ears can't hear... and I'm happy to have been gifted this way...</span></strong></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-83822692757772391002010-04-18T18:00:00.007+01:002010-04-18T18:25:33.877+01:00Instante ... visto por outros que não eu mas sentido assim.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 486px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 410px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461529769144208050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqA4gQcQsTdiQ6DrlSRupBZaH17SwiQjOpP4jE7eoVi3gAxJ_cUAP08-sHhzXtqZBdUb7vzmGLcjiWK3kP0iydkGKOWZFrF6VvJHHcHktVWLFYA9Po2DhuM5mzJpyXOb902PP_Cw/s400/imag0030.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;">Instante<br /></span></strong><br /><blockquote></blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Esta coluna<br />de sílabas mais firmes,<br />esta chama<br />no vértice das dunas<br />fulgurando<br />apenas um momento,<br />este equilíbrio<br />tão perto da beleza,<br />este poema<br />anterior<br />ao vento.<br /></span></strong><br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><em>© 1968, <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Carlos de Oliveira</span></strong><br />From: Trabalho Poético<br />Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 2003<br />ISBN: 972-37-0801-9</em><br /></span></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~~~~ </span><br /></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">An Instant</span><br /><br />This column<br />of firmer syllables,<br />this flame<br />on the summit of the dunes<br />flaring<br />for just a moment,<br />this balance<br />so close to beauty,<br />this poem<br />just before<br />the wind.<br /></strong><br /></span><em><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">© Translation: 2004, Alexis Levitin<br />From: Guernica and Other Poems<br />Publisher: Guernica Editions, Toronto, 2004<br />ISBN: 1-55071-158-X </span><br /></span></em></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-85683564825987162382010-04-15T08:45:00.006+01:002010-04-15T09:07:18.465+01:00O que se é... ** What one is...<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMvxWpDOwsy6pXp7G3Ip-Wriy2Ar02vv-S-DIuxBw0oXXvhwRSnQ2c_1dhS4UhuADrSCfiquJReZKAKIq3Aad_yFkNVNhgB89EZ3WCw4S98vJJ9gdq2_WUhFPnwaNFWzxLQNDnXg/s1600/Soul_Existence.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460271406121252370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMvxWpDOwsy6pXp7G3Ip-Wriy2Ar02vv-S-DIuxBw0oXXvhwRSnQ2c_1dhS4UhuADrSCfiquJReZKAKIq3Aad_yFkNVNhgB89EZ3WCw4S98vJJ9gdq2_WUhFPnwaNFWzxLQNDnXg/s400/Soul_Existence.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">O que se é projecta-se no que se, por vezes, não mostra mas que se faz sentir.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></strong></blockquote><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">What you are like has a projection on what you sometimes don't show but allow the others to sense.</span></strong></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-19586826182688196142010-04-10T20:50:00.007+01:002010-04-15T08:44:50.166+01:00Hoje como sempre ** Today as ever ....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgKk-TslpN6U2aE5ewpBN2O9BXrsKOcu42Q-TbVbw9F0p5Fj6UTm1_gYANwOv9SC7TieABeD4ntPwYKEVxkKx0S0TEME_vv31BKFVbU6nwy93ufpn-KS3TkUz_PZlzMpU447Djg/s1600/194360.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458599993379380866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgKk-TslpN6U2aE5ewpBN2O9BXrsKOcu42Q-TbVbw9F0p5Fj6UTm1_gYANwOv9SC7TieABeD4ntPwYKEVxkKx0S0TEME_vv31BKFVbU6nwy93ufpn-KS3TkUz_PZlzMpU447Djg/s400/194360.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Hoje é um dia carregado de lembranças... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></blockquote>do que poderia ser mas já não é ... </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></blockquote><div align="center">mas que não deixa de ser....<br /></span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br />Em Fátima...</span></strong> <div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">cumprindo o ritual que sempre foi, estive em Paz comigo mesma..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">. na lembtrança de quem foi e sempre será...<br /><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~~~<br /></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Today is loaded with memories ... <blockquote></blockquote>of what could have been and isn't anymore ... <blockquote></blockquote>but that won't ever stop being...<br /></div></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><div align="center">In Fátima ... </div><div align="center">keeping a ritual as ever, I was in Peace with myself ... </div><div align="center">in memory of whom </div><div align="center">is no longer there and will always be... </span></strong></div></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-78762404231667673472010-04-09T23:02:00.002+01:002010-04-09T23:17:34.362+01:00Hoje pensei em... ** Today I trhought of<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhgzbKW8CBQ5R1X9uz-o8qJK1TZflj9l3bG9JvWPq7DtDpTmfGWp80CuBkBW1hylka-Nft2I8bMdQvs95MndyDt0GCpG4fdaa8eW9KPfVEdasRUbE4mCCAaKoI81t4hzrMhjLZLA/s1600/9b6540b8ba13b2daab667f2487038ac6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458265238991238754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhgzbKW8CBQ5R1X9uz-o8qJK1TZflj9l3bG9JvWPq7DtDpTmfGWp80CuBkBW1hylka-Nft2I8bMdQvs95MndyDt0GCpG4fdaa8eW9KPfVEdasRUbE4mCCAaKoI81t4hzrMhjLZLA/s400/9b6540b8ba13b2daab667f2487038ac6.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Hoje pensei em Richard Bach e no tíltulo de uma das suas obras ... </span></strong></div><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></blockquote><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">"Não há Longe nem Distância"</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote>Há vezes em que mesmo no virtual é bom saber por perto quem se pensa ou se sabe que está tão longe. </strong><br /><blockquote><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~</span></strong></p><br /><p><strong>Today I thought of Richard Bach and the title of one of his works. </strong></p><br /><p></span><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>"T</strong><strong>here's No Such Place As Far Away"</strong></span> </p><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Sometimes it's good to know that even virtually those we know very far away happen to be within easy reach</span> </strong></blockquote></blockquote></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-91409616727033212762010-04-08T18:14:00.003+01:002010-04-08T18:29:48.227+01:00R E- descobrindo... ** R E - descovering...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF25U3JMmdGzVEZ58OcZuIUY6Ld9AfzRAnEqkIo72Bxobm2wSck3OwDHs5mUIYHNsPP4Kp4QhyphenhyphenR5ZrK7jrj-E_nhZXWvMxUlsfNCDTT5lF28_Y9eY45_AyVSAE05rAM0if-HZHyA/s1600/Princess_Island_Discovery.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 506px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457819586537000770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF25U3JMmdGzVEZ58OcZuIUY6Ld9AfzRAnEqkIo72Bxobm2wSck3OwDHs5mUIYHNsPP4Kp4QhyphenhyphenR5ZrK7jrj-E_nhZXWvMxUlsfNCDTT5lF28_Y9eY45_AyVSAE05rAM0if-HZHyA/s400/Princess_Island_Discovery.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">RE - descobri </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></blockquote>que ... </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></blockquote>é capaz de</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br /><blockquote><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></strong></blockquote>AINDA haver DESCOBERTAS a DESCOBRIR</span></strong></div><br /><blockquote><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~</strong></span></p></blockquote><br /><blockquote><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">I've RE - discovered </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">that .... </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">DISCOVERIES are STILL likely to be DISCOVERED!</span></strong></p></blockquote>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-44989916901917939952010-04-07T18:11:00.003+01:002010-04-07T18:37:47.868+01:00Acredito ... I do believe...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Nd93hyBnU6AcX4k7Vr7z2ebInoNuYXhviHJXxO3Qqom_frwft8VfUVSWkezVLoxQBkgb-WCeSCGlRzI-w4mFNPFldiwvlsT3Pz4zGN0hsh2h2cOC7_jXvrsvydCjsvqMdGBxug/s1600/idealism.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457450421317570674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Nd93hyBnU6AcX4k7Vr7z2ebInoNuYXhviHJXxO3Qqom_frwft8VfUVSWkezVLoxQBkgb-WCeSCGlRzI-w4mFNPFldiwvlsT3Pz4zGN0hsh2h2cOC7_jXvrsvydCjsvqMdGBxug/s400/idealism.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Acredito que tudo é para além do que parece ser.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Para bem ou para mal. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Mais para bem quero crer. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>O que existe em realidade cruel mata aquilo em que ingenuamente (ou não) eu quero para além das aparências. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Ser idealista neste mundo de acções ilusórias é facilitar a alienação dessa realidade cruelmente assassina. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Não me importa se assim é. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>I believe that everything goes beyond what it looks.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>For better or for worse. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>I want to believe it's for better.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>What exists in a cruel reality kills what I naively (or not) want beyond all the appearences.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Be an idealist in this world of illusions is turning the alienation of that cruel and murderer reality easier.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>I don't care if it is so.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-759797804872788552010-04-06T10:59:00.006+01:002010-04-06T13:53:30.135+01:00Recomeçando.... Restarting...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7wE2ri1-WyB3GuxFE_SOg3EjEsmsqX6mbTDv01_1qcLPhF4xxn0vLoZAMltXm9_oI2CkLIANCfCai7rP3Mx_dMIZNl0CPzLpGDfQ6gHMAZ9-CEO7QKjr3xw88CYQ_FsmRZO8oQ/s1600/Be.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456965979235015458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7wE2ri1-WyB3GuxFE_SOg3EjEsmsqX6mbTDv01_1qcLPhF4xxn0vLoZAMltXm9_oI2CkLIANCfCai7rP3Mx_dMIZNl0CPzLpGDfQ6gHMAZ9-CEO7QKjr3xw88CYQ_FsmRZO8oQ/s400/Be.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Ser o que sou às vezes não me diz o que devo ser.<br /><br />Mas será que ser terá de ser o que devo ser?<br /></span><br /></strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Be what I am doesn't tell me to be what I should be.<br /><br />But... is it so that what you are must be what you should be?</span></strong></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-395306583812025862009-12-24T10:23:00.006+00:002009-12-24T10:41:33.111+00:00Hoje é ... ~ Today is<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>VÉSPERA de NATAL...</strong></span> <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">-------</span> <blockquote><p><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>CHRISTMAS EVE!</p><blockquote></blockquote></strong></span><p><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">~~~~~~~</span></strong></p><p><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>WEIHNACHTEN!</p><blockquote></blockquote></strong></span><p><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong> </p></blockquote></div><param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R43en7x6mfU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" name="movie"></param><param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"></param><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"></param><div align="center"><embed height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R43en7x6mfU&hl=" fs="1&" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed> <blockquote></blockquote></div><br /><p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LpPdl0StUVs&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LpPdl0StUVs&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-83323632938879122232009-11-08T21:10:00.000+00:002009-11-08T21:11:19.584+00:00Autumn dream<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPh8NxVuPaoPG1nlAx3XAv054MVO0RJSHoXVwCcdZCqPsiDxNpTOc7WECv8uF6M2Cn0mtIaGZ89KjikS3q-aRi5cZNuWgMczwSUzlak2jBU1xMEePyWpoDkM3hyphenhyphenFe07IM3AI0tg/s1600-h/abcd.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401843284387506946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPh8NxVuPaoPG1nlAx3XAv054MVO0RJSHoXVwCcdZCqPsiDxNpTOc7WECv8uF6M2Cn0mtIaGZ89KjikS3q-aRi5cZNuWgMczwSUzlak2jBU1xMEePyWpoDkM3hyphenhyphenFe07IM3AI0tg/s400/abcd.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18709098.post-13329387682311358182009-09-20T17:55:00.003+01:002009-09-20T18:06:40.524+01:00Caminhos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhTbtP5rD3Ec0ONWUOjkzoAdegeeFkLwowptDz3hfKHvAciJxzYsvLJi4BQAKv8p0ITnxKKIeWIlkiSa9a2s2JzdILIL0f5Wu_y588pyHYBJZPziudwc3gveSu8CGm8X0uXr1Zdw/s1600-h/path.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 509px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383595943895661122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhTbtP5rD3Ec0ONWUOjkzoAdegeeFkLwowptDz3hfKHvAciJxzYsvLJi4BQAKv8p0ITnxKKIeWIlkiSa9a2s2JzdILIL0f5Wu_y588pyHYBJZPziudwc3gveSu8CGm8X0uXr1Zdw/s400/path.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Lembrei-me hoje de "caminhos"... </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote>E ...ao pensar na minha vida profissional... vi-os assim. <blockquote></blockquote>~~~~~~~~~~ <blockquote><p>I got to think about "paths" today.</p><p>And ...thinking of my professional life... I saw them so...</p></blockquote></div>M.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.com0