tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90336507726687207952024-02-08T00:51:53.638+00:00Luscious lifeUm blogue... em jeito de terapia. Escrito por Ti e por Mim.Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-20316810435721425772010-04-26T10:46:00.000+01:002010-04-26T10:47:45.342+01:00Provérbio actualizado #9<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Antes só que <em>pseudo-acompanhada</em>.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-11222488567476078472010-02-10T23:02:00.002+00:002010-02-10T23:06:24.323+00:00Picar o ponto II *<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYR0opFrMWiJ5vDv-4M9xPSFmqA0hCBzAzffdwnlCGQWIWbzj8H700xmzcujP0oAuCqZXIfe3qjoTVrYTqt2FATZZ2FkGbrISXpmHLc3IXwxBhbV3AwbTXrTQgXGdQDa3-ENEE7xklyDx/s1600-h/drug.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436754946872072722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYR0opFrMWiJ5vDv-4M9xPSFmqA0hCBzAzffdwnlCGQWIWbzj8H700xmzcujP0oAuCqZXIfe3qjoTVrYTqt2FATZZ2FkGbrISXpmHLc3IXwxBhbV3AwbTXrTQgXGdQDa3-ENEE7xklyDx/s320/drug.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>* ou os 7 seguidores deste blogue mereciam melhor sorte</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-83289974433896432732009-12-04T10:01:00.001+00:002009-12-04T10:03:30.492+00:00My heart is beating like a jungle drum<span style="color:#ffffff;">. </span><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6FBFBJQ_Fjw&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6FBFBJQ_Fjw&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">. <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#000000;">(Jungle drum, Emiliana Torrini)</span><br /></span>. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />[Hey, it's because of you]Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-78096814686317611572009-11-18T22:36:00.002+00:002009-11-18T22:43:14.952+00:00Farta de lirismos<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Estou na merda.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-13361642485090147652009-11-18T22:35:00.000+00:002009-11-18T22:36:24.343+00:00Uma e outra vez<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />[ <a href="http://lifeluscious.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-dias.html">...</a> ]<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-33451847342210204482009-11-02T10:40:00.001+00:002009-11-02T10:41:41.578+00:00Are you?<object width="400" height="240"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6715502&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6715502&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="240"></embed></object><p>[assustador]</p>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-1239005645088466182009-10-28T09:49:00.002+00:002009-10-28T09:57:15.748+00:00Há um ano<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />estava <a href="http://lifeluscious.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-tinha-uma-bomba-nas-mos-vi.html">assim</a>...<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[a dor... ainda a mesma dor...]</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-53565643721907878652009-10-27T22:40:00.001+00:002009-10-27T22:42:19.208+00:00Farta<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />que a minha mãe ache que eu tenho uma qualquer doença incurável que se esconde em todas as análises e exames...<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">[irra]</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-23086710055428778572009-10-27T22:34:00.004+00:002009-10-27T22:43:25.023+00:00Amar (-te) #12<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_raqZAAvkR4BGexRvHQFXnl4WUyVpJ7EO_S99_EpY9Sl6aIlw4Sg0ta17Z-uh4NWnwcoXyuX6MeUJPfjtqesRcx8QHjvOoVl5F1t_EDTioe7TFfllilNMU0MWh_72Qp5bAmx9bf0RNl1/s1600-h/people.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397411952742136514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_raqZAAvkR4BGexRvHQFXnl4WUyVpJ7EO_S99_EpY9Sl6aIlw4Sg0ta17Z-uh4NWnwcoXyuX6MeUJPfjtqesRcx8QHjvOoVl5F1t_EDTioe7TFfllilNMU0MWh_72Qp5bAmx9bf0RNl1/s320/people.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">[so f*cking wrong]</span></div><br /><div></div>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-49312691699543649892009-10-22T13:45:00.002+01:002009-10-22T13:50:42.183+01:00Trinta e dois...<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />"Na viagem de regresso a casa, o meu pai confessa que quem lhe dera a ele ter pelo menos um bocadinho da resistência da minha mãe. "Ela tem uma força! Cada vez a amo mais", soltou. Acho que foi a frase mais bela que ouvi sair da boca do meu pai. Não que precisasse de verbalizar o amor que sente. Porque ele, o amor, é notório. Há 32 anos. E não há cancro que destrua isso."<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(</span><a href="http://mulhercomestivel.blogspot.com/2009/10/ser-filha-da-mae.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">daqui</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[32]</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-19780078406234691752009-10-21T22:02:00.002+01:002009-10-21T22:05:26.997+01:00Amar (-te) #11<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />é ter a certeza que há duas pessoas no mundo que não imaginam o que estão a perder.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-10630920121493698932009-10-16T15:19:00.000+01:002009-10-16T15:24:47.962+01:00Diálogos impossíveis #30(...)<br /><br /><em>- mas é isso q estás a fazer... E estás a ficar de tal forma desgastada que te pode toldar o discernimento...</em><br />- que se foda o discernimento. Discernimento a mais deu nesta merda!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- <em>...</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- ...</span><br /><em>- estás toda lixada e não sei o que posso fazer para te ajudar.</em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[estou em crer que a grande diferença entre nós é que eu nunca diria "lixada"...]</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-28422738879551227912009-10-15T11:02:00.002+01:002009-10-15T11:18:37.161+01:00In the future I will read at night<span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjxef8AfVQg&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjxef8AfVQg&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><em>(Neon Bible, Arcade Fire)</em></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">A vial of hope and a vial of pain,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">In the light they both looked the same.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Pourred them out on into the world,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">On every boy and every girl.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">It's in the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Not much chance for survival,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">If the Neon Bible is right.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Take the poison of your age,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Don’t lick your fingers when you turn the page,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">What I know is what you know is right,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">In the city it's the only light.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">It's the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Not much chance for survival,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">If the Neon Bible is right.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Oh God! well look at you now!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Oh! you lost it, but you don’t know how!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">In the light of a golden calf,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Oh God! I had to laugh!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Take the poison of your age,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Don’t lick your fingers when you turn the page,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It was wrong but you said it was right,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>In the future I will read at night.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">In the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Not much chance for survival,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">If the Neon Bible is true.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">[Hope and pain... in this light they look the same]</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-19269471940384490832009-09-18T14:58:00.000+01:002009-09-18T14:59:20.161+01:00E o diagnóstico<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />foi gripe.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />[mas já passou :)]Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-55836633913052212282009-09-08T22:28:00.001+01:002009-09-08T22:32:41.058+01:00Amar (-te) #10<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATG_tsQS9DEPBQ-GpbbZUzMriqcvLXpWUSHlMK79G6eROv4nTBkd9D_E2k5mfBEKHnTD85vWAN4weLqQPZwLXbvdxHerWDpRtmM4Sll-Gp03zPo9VqTNhcB_1mrErSozf73_GqBg7HywX/s1600-h/maze.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379211993212893842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATG_tsQS9DEPBQ-GpbbZUzMriqcvLXpWUSHlMK79G6eROv4nTBkd9D_E2k5mfBEKHnTD85vWAN4weLqQPZwLXbvdxHerWDpRtmM4Sll-Gp03zPo9VqTNhcB_1mrErSozf73_GqBg7HywX/s320/maze.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div>(<em>via</em> <a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/">PostSecret</a>)</div><br /><div></div>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-14502209438885293952009-09-07T09:53:00.002+01:002009-09-07T10:05:24.921+01:00Diálogos impossíveis #29<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"- You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- Why?</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, "Where the fuck were you?"</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- No... you thought I'd be here today?</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- I'm serious. I think I wrote it, in a way, to try to find you.</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- Okay, that's... I know that's not true, but that's sweet of you to say.</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- I think it is true."</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Before Sunset, 2004)</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />[ou a razão de ser deste blogue]Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-64399190747848731952009-08-04T11:04:00.008+01:002009-08-04T12:41:01.138+01:00De volta inteira<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">É no carro ao fim do dia, ou na cama quando a luz se apaga, que mo <em>dizes </em>assim, vezes sem conta para que eu te entenda... estas palavras que, incansavelmente, saem da tua boca fechada, meu amor, não as oiço eu... </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mas juro-te que tento, tento mesmo mas não consigo... não baixo a espada, não desço a montanha, não vivo hoje...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">E nós, em mim, continuamos a ser <em>de volta inteira</em>...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><object height="100" width="200"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQ8a7hHT0c8&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQ8a7hHT0c8&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">We don’t have to go the 360 degrees</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Now is time we go the 180</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">You don’t have to climb the highest mountain</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">For all your looking for is within you</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Open the eyes of your mind your ears and mouth</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">As I sing my song<br />Open the eyes of your mind your ears and mouth</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">As you hear my words ooo oh</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Parapa pa pa pa re</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Parapa pa pa pa re</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I’ll be waiting</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I’ll be… ooo oh</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>We still live in yesterday</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Many today they waste away</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">But nevertheless it’s never late</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Oooo see the times have changed</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I thought you knew</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">But these words will never ever wait for you</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">The waters have gone past the fighting</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">So drop the guns and your swords</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And let us live all as one</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">We only need love and understanding</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">So drop the guns and your swords</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And let us live all as one ooooo<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(...) </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[até quando?]</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-69571773756186573622009-07-24T10:28:00.002+01:002009-07-24T10:30:51.907+01:00Deixei<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />de fumar há duas semanas.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Penso nisso todos os dias.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Várias vezes.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />[ *hmpf* ]Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-67085925113716469612009-06-16T13:55:00.003+01:002009-06-16T14:05:54.190+01:00I am already trying<span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oK9TjlFLv-w&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oK9TjlFLv-w&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br />.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Please don’t be scared</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I won’t disappoint you</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>just look at my face</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I shouldn’t love you any way</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I wanna try it...</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I think I’m already trying</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I’m already trying</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><em>.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Because I believe it</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Yes I believe it</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>And I am trying…</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><em>.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Please keep fighting... </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Keep fighting</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Together we can build something beautiful</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Please keep fighting...</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Together we’ll build love</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><em>.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I can’t live without you</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Could I ever learn how to live with you</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Because I believe it</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Yes I believe it</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>And I.. I’m trying...</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><em>.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(...)</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I won’t give up on you</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>please keep fighting</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>together we’ll build love</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>don’t you give up now on me,</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I won’t give up on you...</span> </em><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>[Gosto de Lisboa, sabes? *]Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-13823836949804492772009-06-16T13:54:00.000+01:002009-06-16T13:55:01.096+01:00Um aninho de blogue<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br />no dia 12...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[ena!]</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-23672658865212136732009-06-15T14:00:00.003+01:002009-06-15T14:02:11.381+01:00Férias...<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYb5oRcSJ9skysooU02k0ane1o2yCk-coC2PPZbXsQs0sdDMvqc7gnpDuGXt9tUS039qtCwxwrY_KcKhgJNie8QtCazaoZOYJs4JCUl0SgJBJjcZ7LywdQUCFQVSGjwIhCuE3CmJpYCz9F/s1600-h/foto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347538666023505362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYb5oRcSJ9skysooU02k0ane1o2yCk-coC2PPZbXsQs0sdDMvqc7gnpDuGXt9tUS039qtCwxwrY_KcKhgJNie8QtCazaoZOYJs4JCUl0SgJBJjcZ7LywdQUCFQVSGjwIhCuE3CmJpYCz9F/s320/foto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">[tudo *]</span></div><br /><div></div>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-83298314763785678782009-06-08T21:45:00.003+01:002009-06-08T21:51:26.766+01:00Resumindo e baralhandoUma semana de férias. Uma semana sem trabalho e sem férias. Um congresso surreal. Uns dias à espera. O regresso. Pelo meio, muitas decisões, mudanças e planos.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Estou bem.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><em>I guess</em> :)Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-80915591868436361072009-05-12T15:14:00.002+01:002009-05-13T09:59:16.029+01:00Diálogos (im)possíveis #28<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><br /><div align="justify">- a questão é saber se estarias disposto a fazer <strong>tu</strong> aquilo que, à primeira vista, deveria ser eu a fazer…<br />- pois… mas tu também sabes que eu já vi esse filme todo…<br />- ….<br />- … todo… tal e qual!</div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">(...<em> </em><em><span style="font-size:100%;">tal e qual?!</span>...</em> )</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">[como uma faca em mim]</span></div>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-39418861811614407752009-05-12T10:15:00.003+01:002009-05-12T10:19:01.736+01:00Diálogos (im)possíveis #27<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />"<em>Picasso: Quer dizer que pega numa ideia bela e transforma-a no que ela vai ser na realidade?</em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em><br />Einstein: Precisamente. Criamos um sistema e verificamos se os factos encaixam nele.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><em>Picasso: Portanto, não está só a descrever o mundo como ele é?</em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em><br />Einstein: Não. Estamos a criar uma nova forma de ver o mundo.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><em>Picasso: Está-me a dizer que sonha o impossível e ele acontece?</em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em><br />Einstein: Exactamente."<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(<em>Picasso at the Lapin Agile</em>, Steve Martin)</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033650772668720795.post-15944877574039781822009-05-04T09:15:00.000+01:002009-05-12T10:32:54.186+01:00Diálogos (im)possíveis #26<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br />"- I feel like if someone were to touch me, I'd dissolve into molecules.<br />(...)<br /><em>- So, I want to try something.<br /></em>- What?<br /><em>- I want to see if you stay together or if you dissolve into molecules.</em><br />(...)<br />- How'm I doing?<br /><em>- Still here.<br /></em>- Good, I like being here."<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Before Sunset, 2004)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[que fim-de-semana....*]</span>Tihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388466630083547293noreply@blogger.com1