tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58584012372992097672024-02-07T19:02:35.165-08:00Paper ShoesCaminho descalça sobre papeis de formas enrugadas espalhados pelo chão, e só as minhas pegadas calcadas em detalhes invisíveis denunciam a minha passagem.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-24071815395077071492008-11-27T11:40:00.000-08:002008-11-27T12:00:44.990-08:00Face your pockets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgi1rPnzNLN4HagOdn-JMbLDxI4-3XzfRAcLbjObFxuk0mHPm5p4NTnDL56q1uGzSF3kHbo74iWaSH_je3A4tU6TPnhw3Pk_So8CQxU_JR0iYztcQSk1wzbM2D5Ol5s3VKxq9kqoLa7oo/s1600-h/pocket.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgi1rPnzNLN4HagOdn-JMbLDxI4-3XzfRAcLbjObFxuk0mHPm5p4NTnDL56q1uGzSF3kHbo74iWaSH_je3A4tU6TPnhw3Pk_So8CQxU_JR0iYztcQSk1wzbM2D5Ol5s3VKxq9kqoLa7oo/s400/pocket.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273429733369505890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />O objectivo é despejar tudo dos bolsos, e colocar no scanner juntamente com a cara do dono.<br /><br />Talvez os nossos pertences digam muito mais sobre nós do que aquilo que pensamos.<br /><br />A ideia surgiu <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://blog.uncovering.org/archives/2008/11/face_your_pockets_os_pertences_de_bolso_e_seus_don.html">daqui</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-75081706846374389212008-11-22T16:47:00.000-08:002008-11-22T16:49:36.980-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHt72jJ_1t0&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHt72jJ_1t0&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">' Is that alright? '</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-52881318929275710632008-11-16T12:23:00.000-08:002008-11-16T12:28:17.299-08:00Já comeste fruta hoje?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxyOwJt-Zc5sidxKsT52ZjdRORNxrRkQWHt1fsrAFTBs46mCweNSpWixPvV16ENhjcwhyphenhyphen5d-AHqHpyJ7noVK6_vtSDchlTyckM_5jO3fzv9DgC1ANMMOSdngpK6AIdH-rTpI1NoaV_EI/s1600-h/CIMG8344.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxyOwJt-Zc5sidxKsT52ZjdRORNxrRkQWHt1fsrAFTBs46mCweNSpWixPvV16ENhjcwhyphenhyphen5d-AHqHpyJ7noVK6_vtSDchlTyckM_5jO3fzv9DgC1ANMMOSdngpK6AIdH-rTpI1NoaV_EI/s400/CIMG8344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269354150454874834" border="0" /></a><br />Eu sei que não se deve brincar com a comida, mas não resisti .Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-24366736479908092582008-10-15T08:22:00.000-07:002008-10-15T12:12:15.162-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHxpMahkZLJHIsH8EdEs0GuZuGhnO0jimwVGL3xp_PKbTIu08FBuliLRZdR-XYyRpNP2MkuTA_aEamX91vECG6ffxy0Q4-xBlZE1T4vr4znCQu7jGkB6dwGyoteO71T1gh2OuQfC2Gno/s1600-h/g.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHxpMahkZLJHIsH8EdEs0GuZuGhnO0jimwVGL3xp_PKbTIu08FBuliLRZdR-XYyRpNP2MkuTA_aEamX91vECG6ffxy0Q4-xBlZE1T4vr4znCQu7jGkB6dwGyoteO71T1gh2OuQfC2Gno/s400/g.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257402573648025810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Espera o momento oportuno para voltar à realidade. Recorre aos caminhos da liberdade, não deixes que te atrapalhem no teu sonho de voar. Se o mundo te derruba, volta a levantar-te, se a sorte não te acompanha, lembra-te que há sempre um novo dia.</span><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-13768693518236882802008-10-15T08:17:00.000-07:002008-10-15T08:21:58.637-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>"Ao fim e ao cabo, o que é a moda? Do ponto de vista artístico, é uma forma de fealdade tão insuportável que nos vemos obrigados a mudá-la de seis em seis meses."</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Oscar Wilde</span></span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-63700726734857393182008-08-06T06:13:00.001-07:002008-08-06T06:17:33.123-07:00As coisas mais importantes são as mais dificeis de expressar.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQ_lb-UON7jmfEEoMZs56fdidCmOS1R1CV3AkachqMyC_-hY3t4y72cLEZzi1go9qJa9MCYl7iNu1udFjeH1v9N-ycd8iw8yE_Pl0ESF93QP6v1LEcLwCTafAE_w0UzOhy7uiZjqSAlI/s1600-h/eu+e+ele.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQ_lb-UON7jmfEEoMZs56fdidCmOS1R1CV3AkachqMyC_-hY3t4y72cLEZzi1go9qJa9MCYl7iNu1udFjeH1v9N-ycd8iw8yE_Pl0ESF93QP6v1LEcLwCTafAE_w0UzOhy7uiZjqSAlI/s400/eu+e+ele.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231392532246091410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" >Eu poderia utilizar este espaço para dizer o quanto me és importante, o quanto te </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" >amo</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" > e o quanto me fazes feliz.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" >Mas prefiro dizer-te tudo isso ao ouvido, num momento perfeito, só nosso!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-22776359642669351812008-08-06T06:11:00.001-07:002008-08-06T06:24:15.410-07:00David Fonseca - Haunted Home<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yifiyVyda4c&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yifiyVyda4c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >" You shiver when the wind blows</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >Through doors that lost their keys</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >There's too little to rescue, too little to hang on to</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >I thought that maybe we could try to</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >Clear and rebuild this </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >haunted home</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >I'll be glad to help you just tell me what to do "<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-40839831905723139672008-07-23T04:32:00.000-07:002008-08-06T06:22:09.985-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WAjXGzd3k5hf6WrghdcV7T7-uwA_SPB8DEczu7-SyYaKmXTozjA8spw2ihG_As-YmzXS-NgqC8uOmcGi1C-N9GzALp7BA82cjlFlmpedlqVLr2O5r-yOumneQRpw9ZjwdJIPrukLnZo/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%83%C2%ADtulo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226173128241941426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WAjXGzd3k5hf6WrghdcV7T7-uwA_SPB8DEczu7-SyYaKmXTozjA8spw2ihG_As-YmzXS-NgqC8uOmcGi1C-N9GzALp7BA82cjlFlmpedlqVLr2O5r-yOumneQRpw9ZjwdJIPrukLnZo/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Há uma teoria que diz que se um dia alguém descobrir exactamente qual é o propósito do Universo e por que ele está aqui, ele desaparecerá instantaneamente e será substituído por algo ainda mais bizarro e inexplicável.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Há uma outra teoria que diz que isso já aconteceu."<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Autor Desconhecido</span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-79631883459979132272008-03-25T14:03:00.000-07:002008-03-27T06:29:25.400-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"><strong>"Quando queres realmente alguma coisa, todo o universo conspira para que realizes o teu desejo."</strong></span><br /></span></span><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;">Paulo Coelho</span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-43883892040954774122008-03-18T16:54:00.000-07:002008-03-18T17:07:04.637-07:00Timon & Pumba - Stand by me<p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p><strong>"Just as long as you stand... Stand by me"</strong></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-83854462762315051872008-03-17T13:45:00.000-07:002008-03-17T13:55:41.361-07:00Wake up, the sun came to see you !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAuI_HqFToQLtI7dQJDk9BzgNxn8ATEYunotomBQZ9DESYLYfl9UFhMF9pTl971ynAVZ4AVI-ADbIoc8HIeHlfvaawjVGEQWOfIUWE7X68I3uUsLpq2JPB70rRikX2v-Bgrodn6ckYkEI/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAuI_HqFToQLtI7dQJDk9BzgNxn8ATEYunotomBQZ9DESYLYfl9UFhMF9pTl971ynAVZ4AVI-ADbIoc8HIeHlfvaawjVGEQWOfIUWE7X68I3uUsLpq2JPB70rRikX2v-Bgrodn6ckYkEI/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178816366805887330" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-89570642422472937862008-03-13T11:46:00.001-07:002008-03-13T11:46:43.853-07:00Remember Lloret!<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAKAs9Lh31Y&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAKAs9Lh31Y&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-47374224632649161862008-02-27T12:09:00.000-08:002008-02-27T12:19:19.768-08:00Súplica<div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">"Agora que o silêncio é um mar sem ondas,<br />E que nele posso navegar sem rumo,<br />Não respondas<br />Às urgentes perguntas<br />Que te fiz.<br />Deixa-me ser feliz<br />Assim,<br />Já tão longe de ti como de mim.<br />Perde-se a vida a desejá-la tanto.<br />Só soubemos sofrer, enquanto<br />O nosso amor<br />Durou.<br />Mas o tempo passou,<br />Há calmaria...<br />Não perturbes a paz que me foi dada.<br />Ouvir de novo a tua voz seria<br />Matar a sede com água salgada."<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"></div></span><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Miguel Torga</span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-34207408946858358152008-02-21T16:43:00.000-08:002008-02-20T17:29:32.144-08:00Onde está o Wally?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tzs3aSfBINe70lCxsIQH8CtMzpqEs2Xst5-5bLiOqpdjoPFWySCAbY5He8ixQsXYFyWADtODR02fursIS2hmA23oLOyPq9lVdx-8XVZU7qy4h9MbgZsqPqjcLgbpkfL51fq4PTBem-k/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tzs3aSfBINe70lCxsIQH8CtMzpqEs2Xst5-5bLiOqpdjoPFWySCAbY5He8ixQsXYFyWADtODR02fursIS2hmA23oLOyPq9lVdx-8XVZU7qy4h9MbgZsqPqjcLgbpkfL51fq4PTBem-k/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169231518339201266" /></a><br />Ok, o objectivo é responder ás seguintes perguntas, e estarão habilitados a ganhar uma viagem até á China para assistir de perto aos Jogos Olímpicos 2008 em Pequim.<br />É fácil! Basta observar a foto e responder:<br /><br />1. Qual o aluno que demonstra sinal de cansaço (sono)? <br /><br />2. Quais são os irmãos gémeos? <br /><br />3. Quantas mulheres estão no grupo?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-84659126561300457032008-02-20T16:47:00.000-08:002008-02-19T17:16:39.553-08:00Incubus - Paper Shoes<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjXVU3P16eQ&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjXVU3P16eQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong>"... as paper shoes in bad weathers "</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-51354153341977539772008-02-19T18:59:00.000-08:002008-02-18T19:19:28.655-08:00De que me serve ter asas, se não as posso usar?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbJpAStQrMskAwnUeuH26e-M2sVPA-IOPHE31sZ8eQ00ctNvbtlBYbHkqB0xDTMshNYvluVoKlx80yvMpJ8Ii6UgER3vfUviBSWF_9UUhDtEU2QpVwtp8huyS1q6HzQc1WM7JUKDhHv0/s1600-h/voar3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168523256757254338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbJpAStQrMskAwnUeuH26e-M2sVPA-IOPHE31sZ8eQ00ctNvbtlBYbHkqB0xDTMshNYvluVoKlx80yvMpJ8Ii6UgER3vfUviBSWF_9UUhDtEU2QpVwtp8huyS1q6HzQc1WM7JUKDhHv0/s320/voar3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858401237299209767.post-17923329925057149282008-02-19T05:26:00.000-08:002008-02-19T05:29:42.957-08:00Reverência ao destino<span style="font-family:georgia;">"Falar é completamente fácil quando se têm palavras em mente que expressem sua opinião.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes o que realmente queremos dizer (...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Eterno é tudo aquilo que dura uma fracção de segundo, mas com tamanha intensidade, que se eterniza, e nenhuma força jamais o resgata."</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>Carlos Drummond de Andrande</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0