tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49893391182651729222024-02-06T19:44:44.994-08:00A Place Called HomeI walk on concrete I walk on sand but I can't find a safe place to stand...
So...this is my big exit...Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-56583588572226196102009-11-17T12:47:00.000-08:002009-11-17T12:49:39.144-08:00<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WI_9czYEY4s&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WI_9czYEY4s&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><em>Well maybe you should cry...</em></p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-16052138024817852922009-10-27T12:07:00.000-07:002009-10-27T12:15:45.741-07:00<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8CPLNyopyOg&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8CPLNyopyOg&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>The lovin is a mess</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>what happened to all of the feeling?</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I thought it was for real;</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>babies, rings and fools kneeling</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>And words of pledging trust</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>and lifetimes stretching forever</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>So what went wrong? </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>It was a lie, it crumbled apart</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart</em></span> </div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-73250757129701554962009-09-14T16:50:00.000-07:002009-09-14T17:26:01.660-07:00A propósito dos gestos (ou da sua ausência)...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Sintomático ou não... dei por mim a reler o Trabalho Amoroso de Max Pagés... e inevitavelmente vi-me confrontada com a importância dos gestos (ou para ser literal, com a necessidade dos gestos)...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em></em></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Lê-se então...</em></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><em><strong>"Cada gesto é necessário e leva a outros gestos</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><em><strong>desconhecidos, necessários também,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><em><strong>que levam a outros gestos e a outros ainda desconhecidos."</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Mas, será que podem os gestos ser reduzidos a um simples esquema de acção-reacção? </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>O que esperar quando um gesto não gera qualquer resposta? </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>O que fazer quando tudo se dá e nada se espera? </em></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>O tempo tal como a vida acontece todos os dias e às vezes tenho a </em></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>impressão que há pessoas que não se lembram disto... </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Tantas coisas simples são deixadas para depois e, porque não acontecem assim que deviam ter lugar, perdem o sentido...</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">E por vezes... acabamos mesmo por ter que recorrer a uma "self help"...</span></em><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </div></span><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyjU0v12Li379Aoumy9oXxL2fkxwbLDmqpRfVYwPHQYZHxMuSy9o24Is8xXcjxdc3PPVdidH0-GuU4rSWKLjytuZOUWyjZw55QcySC5lazEf4tW3b-cTKTylrMkA13OBUvwKTJtoxuEZA/s1600-h/Self_Help_II_by_jasinski.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381482471989825858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyjU0v12Li379Aoumy9oXxL2fkxwbLDmqpRfVYwPHQYZHxMuSy9o24Is8xXcjxdc3PPVdidH0-GuU4rSWKLjytuZOUWyjZw55QcySC5lazEf4tW3b-cTKTylrMkA13OBUvwKTJtoxuEZA/s400/Self_Help_II_by_jasinski.jpg" /></a>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-38205042571828982182009-09-14T16:46:00.000-07:002009-09-14T16:48:45.577-07:00I want to stay for a while...<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8x4k_i_bNEA&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8x4k_i_bNEA&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-67601203937238944892009-09-13T07:44:00.000-07:002009-09-13T07:48:00.379-07:00E regresso...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>... com Foge Foge Bandido...</em></span><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WT6pfdMiNk4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WT6pfdMiNk4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Não queiras saber<br />O que eu já pensei de ti<br />Na negação da tua ausência<br />Fui esgotando a minha lista<br />E o que eu ganhei<br />Tanto quanto eu sei<br />São noções para viver sem ti."</span></em></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-48291949597684103262009-07-07T17:23:00.000-07:002009-07-07T17:28:32.951-07:00Between the click of the light and the start of the dream<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJDsm1Y4kUk&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJDsm1Y4kUk&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">De regresso ao meu cantinho onde nada nem ninguém me faz sentir melhor ou pior... onde apenas eu faço a diferença...onde nada dói, nada se sente... onde tudo é nada... onde tudo é aquilo que se vê... e onde conto acima de tudo comigo mesma.</span></p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-29276340912273932902009-07-03T14:57:00.000-07:002009-07-03T15:05:37.213-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZn2Xt0z6JGIgwsUUi7Oad5GOekdTTnR6yJboy5DYubD8OzAxOemT520vwEs_Crr8On9j92nsBMzOrSIOYqFG0BXlLGisY1L3rvGDdieH2DZntwBFvOFCzkayHU1QyPSljZPRPIIBy_4w/s1600-h/aS7j8M3AOmb0vs28ow0C1mMEo1_400.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354357019888177074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZn2Xt0z6JGIgwsUUi7Oad5GOekdTTnR6yJboy5DYubD8OzAxOemT520vwEs_Crr8On9j92nsBMzOrSIOYqFG0BXlLGisY1L3rvGDdieH2DZntwBFvOFCzkayHU1QyPSljZPRPIIBy_4w/s400/aS7j8M3AOmb0vs28ow0C1mMEo1_400.jpg" /></a><em> Por vezes aquilo que parece à partida bastante improvável acaba por acontecer...não há como explicar, não há um porquê, um como ou um quando...há sim uma amálgama de bons momentos que me levam até ti e me fazem sorrir :)</em></div><div align="center"><em>Obrigado a ti :) </em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Desta vez vamos fazer as coisas como as pessoas crescidas e ser grandes grandes grandes lol "Bora lá ser felizes para sempre?")</span></em></div><div align="center"></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-73177723873420183352009-06-15T15:07:00.000-07:002009-06-15T15:11:20.502-07:00<div align="center"><em>Como não há tempo para mais... deixo-vos as músicas que têm feito parte da banda sonora dos meus diazinhos cheios...</em><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8fSW4dfCzQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8fSW4dfCzQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMJjF4LHOkY&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMJjF4LHOkY&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p><div align="center"><br /><br />E a velhinha hit the road jack ;)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8Tiz6INF7I&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8Tiz6INF7I&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-39425686064908003242009-06-06T15:38:00.000-07:002009-06-06T15:40:00.273-07:00<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtmY0tWNtDo&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtmY0tWNtDo&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-89752671426859549252009-05-31T14:46:00.000-07:002009-05-31T14:48:43.821-07:00<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DLbNriUd85s&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DLbNriUd85s&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Um miminho para mim...</span></em></p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-6310879060872716202009-05-31T14:31:00.000-07:002009-05-31T14:43:43.803-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuv-T5arILXcU2TasxEuEPyH-5GftEvB-mdpPqYkVw7UMAYNCiKDeXNy3QRA-HabyR-LZKjXwxNQtVH7s-b8VaJpMPHlC_MbvzgX_vEkknRwVdZVt-IIESr01Lx3ILMlnNOEU_OaklPo/s1600-h/c44YRDXyKk2sb7lmMi38rO50o1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuv-T5arILXcU2TasxEuEPyH-5GftEvB-mdpPqYkVw7UMAYNCiKDeXNy3QRA-HabyR-LZKjXwxNQtVH7s-b8VaJpMPHlC_MbvzgX_vEkknRwVdZVt-IIESr01Lx3ILMlnNOEU_OaklPo/s400/c44YRDXyKk2sb7lmMi38rO50o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342106994380746194" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Quase quase a fazer anos... </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">As perguntas são as do costume "O que é que queres receber?" ou "Queres ir comprar a tua prenda?" Poupem-me... </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Certo certo é que isto me lembra...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">... Que passado um ano pouco ou nada mudou... </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">A menina continua a ser a formiga do costume... vá-se lá saber porquê... os medos são os mesmos... os desejos também... a cabeça continua bem longe mas os pés...esses estão sempre bem assentes no chão...</span></em> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-15108567458268421502009-05-31T14:25:00.000-07:002009-05-31T14:28:12.225-07:00<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w-l6J9QfAHY&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w-l6J9QfAHY&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center">Hoje... é isto que se ouve por aqui...</p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-47284253545228559622009-05-19T06:46:00.000-07:002009-05-19T06:54:02.465-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMk2vCO3Tp-bXMPxc6IFhb-j6jMwzY0Xp7rrYlCyKORcPX8vZrgCVyR3YCT9p6lRlwJI-qOlGfBgKSI0RwoiiBea1GxDGW-gD4y9HFc9YW9xtJLCFvX2Z31n0yzTmZiDdIFyPB5vIAuzk/s1600-h/ryeZf2Jmam7k7if5HWrD0IwLo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337532884345661346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMk2vCO3Tp-bXMPxc6IFhb-j6jMwzY0Xp7rrYlCyKORcPX8vZrgCVyR3YCT9p6lRlwJI-qOlGfBgKSI0RwoiiBea1GxDGW-gD4y9HFc9YW9xtJLCFvX2Z31n0yzTmZiDdIFyPB5vIAuzk/s400/ryeZf2Jmam7k7if5HWrD0IwLo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><br /></div></em><br /><div align="center"><em>Há dias...</em></div><div><br /> </div><br /><div align="center"><em>... em que as saudades pesam demasiado... :(</em></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-15359083958799418342009-05-14T11:34:00.000-07:002009-05-14T11:53:24.026-07:00<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5OquDFTSn6U&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5OquDFTSn6U&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-11388733457814626552009-05-14T11:16:00.000-07:002009-05-14T11:23:08.880-07:00<p align="center"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJVhZKhZEiI&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJVhZKhZEiI&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-3906386997096343172009-05-14T11:10:00.000-07:002009-05-14T11:11:58.695-07:00Are you the favorite person of anybody?<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-t-5PLQgcSA&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-t-5PLQgcSA&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-38566664643607106402009-04-26T08:11:00.000-07:002009-04-26T08:15:48.584-07:00<p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Her morning elegance, Oren Lavie<br /></p></span></em><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Slow motion no seu melhor... :)<br /></span></em></p>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-20637864817776190232009-04-23T15:51:00.000-07:002009-04-23T16:02:11.765-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHcQvzOEqkJyNR92YwGFhIdfjG2Cq-YkCevJftPkMI2BX6DXw8wEiCEDp2C_PkziVs8QgWoWDHO8u33cU0mEGqzChFBVS9z1KWQJjnv4avGoTsjhmD6NLYBxQPASEmhuVhLdyiCK8yBUc/s1600-h/TPAhJJag2kjh0i7oCMX55I00o1_400.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328025284068674562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHcQvzOEqkJyNR92YwGFhIdfjG2Cq-YkCevJftPkMI2BX6DXw8wEiCEDp2C_PkziVs8QgWoWDHO8u33cU0mEGqzChFBVS9z1KWQJjnv4avGoTsjhmD6NLYBxQPASEmhuVhLdyiCK8yBUc/s400/TPAhJJag2kjh0i7oCMX55I00o1_400.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div> </div><div align="center"><em>Não podemos fazer nada ... a não ser esperar...</em></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-61677336682479144142009-04-23T15:43:00.000-07:002009-04-23T15:51:38.486-07:00Porque hoje...estou numa de lamechisse...<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oZImqp0evo&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oZImqp0evo&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><br /><br />The Lake house<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GNxdc-wlw4&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GNxdc-wlw4&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><br /><br />P.S. I Love YouLittle Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-52791804502893279652009-04-20T12:43:00.000-07:002009-04-20T12:56:33.725-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iAx7b9xsQvcZsi8QFQR67rUndZiu6sHljdbfuQPCpmp7X7IaQjspmW11HqK_jDUi_fZTQEcHOhgHoeL5M_xZxeh6kfN_vYRpGv9Bk5XwLq-Kz3f1DwuL2VDcLkpJGylpz7VYFfn1aLc/s1600-h/ryeZf2Jmam0bf7fmL9XIHolIo1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326864031184317090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iAx7b9xsQvcZsi8QFQR67rUndZiu6sHljdbfuQPCpmp7X7IaQjspmW11HqK_jDUi_fZTQEcHOhgHoeL5M_xZxeh6kfN_vYRpGv9Bk5XwLq-Kz3f1DwuL2VDcLkpJGylpz7VYFfn1aLc/s400/ryeZf2Jmam0bf7fmL9XIHolIo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a> Saudades de passar horas no meu mundinho na companhia de um bom livro...ou de um bom filme... ou, simplesmente, enroscada no sofá... :(<br />Preciso de tempo mas ... na realidade quando o tenho também não sei o que fazer com ele...<br /><br /></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-19977481166143456652009-04-15T17:51:00.001-07:002009-04-15T17:53:00.383-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDK4YIKEO9I/SeaBLDHmfkI/AAAAAAAAATw/Gzjw5SfrNPs/s1600-h/z7m36UPc7leegaqrhMxN75Kko1_400.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325085636227923522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDK4YIKEO9I/SeaBLDHmfkI/AAAAAAAAATw/Gzjw5SfrNPs/s400/z7m36UPc7leegaqrhMxN75Kko1_400.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...mas... eu não sou um desses casos raros...</div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-46868352684077875512009-04-15T17:44:00.000-07:002009-04-15T17:50:54.813-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ks1UfRyi_fBPaKNi5BAR2QRTgV-Dh8wOJSWN0nDSXpZEqXKIcff0Hu_veAAuDBvtW5FvojUxp-UhIqHS36Cqx6Zf9X6sBEylEmQjwMj-DTyL-lAm4-na3Q7crRUh56VEa4P6HbXL8XY/s1600-h/WlXMj6jUNlige0syFfS6Itz6o1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ks1UfRyi_fBPaKNi5BAR2QRTgV-Dh8wOJSWN0nDSXpZEqXKIcff0Hu_veAAuDBvtW5FvojUxp-UhIqHS36Cqx6Zf9X6sBEylEmQjwMj-DTyL-lAm4-na3Q7crRUh56VEa4P6HbXL8XY/s400/WlXMj6jUNlige0syFfS6Itz6o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325085253498796226" /></a>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-23123547869136858812009-04-14T04:05:00.000-07:002009-04-14T04:18:22.991-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRbEF_lQBs3lz0tMhDY8vGuDVwNVGPqNONzBPSFawL0dz5840B67VITJd2vfJb7_19R_UnDBYMMffCmgysURipQvr5KFHBgcEym_0hk7L9a7Xe2PNTiakEMWneCm7vBA8HknqDx3eipE/s1600-h/ryeZf2Jmakca7ubvaGuQti6uo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRbEF_lQBs3lz0tMhDY8vGuDVwNVGPqNONzBPSFawL0dz5840B67VITJd2vfJb7_19R_UnDBYMMffCmgysURipQvr5KFHBgcEym_0hk7L9a7Xe2PNTiakEMWneCm7vBA8HknqDx3eipE/s400/ryeZf2Jmakca7ubvaGuQti6uo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324504829099725538" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Passamos pelas coisas sem as ver, </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>gastos, como animais envelhecidos: </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>se alguém chama por nós não respondemos, </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>se alguém nos pede amor não estremecemos, </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>como frutos de sombra sem sabor</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>,vamos caindo ao chão, apodrecidos.</em></div><br /><div align="right"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Eugénio de Andrade</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Parece faltar tempo para as coisas simples, pequenas mas que dão sentido à vida...</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Andamos todos a correr... Para onde?Não sei...</span></em></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-91270878026910756392009-04-14T03:54:00.000-07:002009-04-14T04:00:08.512-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSs7zeS_7-I2lFZfSOESK0kpQvMn4mIK5NROb331qsIi-Kn93mcDgnjM9wl9fbY3iKpSogbtLxcLf_SNk2ZrCLiZbIw5BZghXmeXWdOvmL87e2TXq9yfChBKupMiC9KnUG1Jeg7Hv4gU0/s1600-h/ryeZf2JmajtqmwwtKtq47IHeo1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324500108726486130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSs7zeS_7-I2lFZfSOESK0kpQvMn4mIK5NROb331qsIi-Kn93mcDgnjM9wl9fbY3iKpSogbtLxcLf_SNk2ZrCLiZbIw5BZghXmeXWdOvmL87e2TXq9yfChBKupMiC9KnUG1Jeg7Hv4gU0/s400/ryeZf2JmajtqmwwtKtq47IHeo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Tu tens um medo:Acabar.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Não vês que acabas todo o dia.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Que morres no amor.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Na tristeza.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Na dúvida.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>No desejo. </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Que te renovas todo o dia. </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>No amor. </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Na tristeza.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Na dúvida.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>No desejo.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Que és sempre outro.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Que és sempre o mesmo.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Que morrerás por idades imensas.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Até não teres medo de morrer.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>E então serás eterno.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Cecília Meireles</em></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989339118265172922.post-29618056709013278242009-04-14T03:17:00.000-07:002009-04-14T03:27:04.852-07:00<p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mUZrJfh9EM&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mUZrJfh9EM&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Vejo que estás mais crescida</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Já dobras a frustração</em></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Bates com a porta ao mundo</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Quando ele te diz não</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Envolves o teu espaço</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Na tua membrana ausente</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Recuas atrás um passo</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Para depois dar dois em frente</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Amuar faz bem</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Amuar faz bem</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Ficas descalça em casa</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">A fazer a tua cura</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Salva por um bom amuo</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">De fazer má figura</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Amanhã o mundo inteiro</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Vai perguntar onde foste</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">E tu dizes apenas</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Que saíeste, viajaste</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Amuar faz bem</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Amuar faz bem</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Nada como um bom amuo</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Apenas um recuo quando nada sai bem</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">E depois voltar</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Como se nada fosse</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">E reencontrar o lugar</span></em></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Guardado por um bom amuo</span></em></div>Little Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00024624342925631420noreply@blogger.com2