tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72008812024-03-19T10:18:45.213+00:00dissecting*memoriespeças soltas do meu puzzleRαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.comBlogger427125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-35908531803961656832017-03-26T06:36:00.001+01:002017-03-26T06:36:04.112+01:00dar e receber <p dir="ltr">sei que muitas vezes não te dou aquilo que me dás mas às vezes gostava tanto que me desses um pouquinho daquilo que te dou sem sequer saber </p>
Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-62879075874696366502017-01-15T01:20:00.001+00:002017-01-15T01:20:39.813+00:00lágrimas do coração <p dir="ltr">não é poético não é bonito não é lamechas são as lágrimas que impedimos os olhos de verter transformadas em manchas negras ou rasgos profundos de dor de medo de pavor de solidão de incontornável medo sim medo medo mil vezes medo da mudança da não mudança do fio de tempo da eternidade das palavras dos sorrisos carregados de mágoa de dor de espera(nça) de felicidade de tristeza ou de memórias de lembranças de boas de más de subidas de quedas de suspiros da falta de ar</p>
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Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-15298174730388639832017-01-11T12:43:00.001+00:002017-01-11T12:43:36.473+00:00silent screams<p dir="ltr">scream in silence so your echo doesn't hit you back hold your breath count to ten and start again </p>
Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-69843539483012714992016-12-21T05:23:00.000+00:002016-12-21T06:00:44.117+00:00olhar para trás<div align="justify">
Andei a viajar aqui pelo baú. Sorri. Tive saudades. Senti-me adulta. Senti-me a mesma de sempre. Senti-me tão diferente. Às vezes faz bem olhar para trás. Tenho vontade de voltar. De ter a mesma garra. A mesma paixão. Mas agora, mais adulta. Nunca voltaria atrás. Não mudaria nada, porque se o fizesse, não estaria onde hoje estou. Entre os dois. Where would I rather be? </div><div align="justify"><br></div><div align="justify">Sim, vou apagar e escrever de novo muitas vezes. Há muito que não escrevo. Transcrevo. Traduzo. </div>
Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-80041348457645518612016-05-03T04:09:00.001+01:002016-05-11T01:13:05.113+01:00Quero... <p dir="ltr">Tanto sempre quis nunca vai mudar a sede em mim de ti de saber de poder de sonhar de amar sem calar sem falar só olhar sem pingar ser feliz onde quem me diz o que é o que sou quem sou luz ou trevas ou névoa não sou mas sinto e sabe doce amargo luz trevas sem entardecer sem perceber quem pode viver de querer sem <u>anoitecer</u></p>
Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-17413919035679434252014-09-30T00:24:00.001+01:002014-09-30T00:24:48.280+01:00tu es o meu ser<p dir="ltr">o meu eu pequeno minusculo gigante coração só meu</p>
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Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-14209856865158939892014-09-19T01:27:00.001+01:002014-09-19T01:27:15.176+01:00longe perto<p dir="ltr">mais uma noite sem dormir contigo tudo é sonho contigo tudo é ilusão quero ver quero acordar contigo quero viver sem dizer o que faz de mim o que não sou o que sou o que nunca serei o que ao teu lado transformei o que para ti por ti alcancei quero estar ser partir obedecer quebrar as regras ser um só sem parecer parecer sempre a verdade a mentira a ilusão não sermos um dois três sempre de novo outra vez infinitos porquês talvez sem mais sem menos sem palavras sem olhares com vida com amor</p>
Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-12825208189772342182014-07-29T21:57:00.003+01:002014-07-29T21:59:19.514+01:0030.Olhar em frente, olhando para trás. Os anos. As pessoas. As vidas. Os momentos. As situações.<br />
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Mais um Natal passado... </div>
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Outra notinha é que actualizei aqui o blog para o novo visual, mais ao jeito das redes sociais... será que me habituo a isto e é desta que volto a blogar mais frequentemente?</div>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-30421853318990718782011-05-09T17:47:00.001+01:002011-05-09T18:14:44.778+01:00Dica ecológica do dia #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.digitalmarketing.pt/wp-content/uploads/email_slingshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="http://www.digitalmarketing.pt/wp-content/uploads/email_slingshot.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><b>Limpar o seu email</b></div><div align="justify">Apagar mensagens antigas, denunciar mensagens Spam, cancelar a subscrição de Newsletters que já não lê e reduzir o seu número de endereços de email ao estritamente necessário reduz o número de bits trocados diariamente. </div>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-46498919543145157752011-05-06T03:27:00.000+01:002011-05-06T03:27:41.573+01:00Dica ecológica do dia #1<div align="justify"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkkXhwdUIJhligycxn56mxTFxdzt-qq7mWPp-5m6AqkNaKilc4wCvz5XAP7It4PawdXPkE4ZC16wckLUGgtw8QzOUMRPVCDgRBoaxM_dAAK1fx5HkEZwqans4emQ3sYu5Sqewaw/s400/facebook.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkkXhwdUIJhligycxn56mxTFxdzt-qq7mWPp-5m6AqkNaKilc4wCvz5XAP7It4PawdXPkE4ZC16wckLUGgtw8QzOUMRPVCDgRBoaxM_dAAK1fx5HkEZwqans4emQ3sYu5Sqewaw/s200/facebook.png" width="200" /></a></div><div align="justify"><b>Impedir o Facebook de enviar notificações por email.</b></div><div align="justify">Se recebe todas as notificações no Facebook, porquê recebe-las em duplicado no seu email?</div><div align="justify">Vai poupar tempo e muitos bits.<br />
Vá a Conta - Definições de Conta - Notificações. Remova todos os vistos (inclusive dos grupos e aplicações). </div>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-41551169373553113702011-05-05T04:02:00.001+01:002011-05-05T04:03:28.151+01:00take me away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UHail-iyeBHgXqSqdnNO1Yilh-SSx_5ArWETJPV3zAe-g3T-lM9Q2G_q1EcE-KhVGKs-v5M7eGIZtCUcVu8bmi2phLRh-Z-u211ND4i7eGhGYdCnmCp6rW7HARZb4yuiNyCatw/s1600/streetshavenoname.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UHail-iyeBHgXqSqdnNO1Yilh-SSx_5ArWETJPV3zAe-g3T-lM9Q2G_q1EcE-KhVGKs-v5M7eGIZtCUcVu8bmi2phLRh-Z-u211ND4i7eGhGYdCnmCp6rW7HARZb4yuiNyCatw/s320/streetshavenoname.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>where the streets have no name and the heart is to blame the soul is to loose the body is to keep take me back take me with you to where the sun shines and the birds sing and the streets aren't grey no what colour are they i see them blue with you i see them green all aroundRαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-14918959833148136442011-04-29T19:20:00.003+01:002011-05-05T19:22:58.874+01:00Downshifting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkThgJ452NcCu2l4sSHj_1EKVLYhnJNPxetcfhZWCOUBwem5T3VvRyVHiLiSxmu82U_-w38jk77mMJjl-rjQEcGScJYJu1LPVNHPsuuDqHQBoOgFDg7NfmBwkzEO3nsxB-xkx7g/s1600/tumblr_lkeb7k5D441qjwn2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkThgJ452NcCu2l4sSHj_1EKVLYhnJNPxetcfhZWCOUBwem5T3VvRyVHiLiSxmu82U_-w38jk77mMJjl-rjQEcGScJYJu1LPVNHPsuuDqHQBoOgFDg7NfmBwkzEO3nsxB-xkx7g/s400/tumblr_lkeb7k5D441qjwn2a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Downshifting">Downshifting</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Uma forma ecológica e económica de viver, um guia para a paz e um escape para o stress.</div><br />
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Jacques Deval, <i>Afin de vivre bel et bien</i>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-90244382562179650182011-02-01T20:28:00.001+00:002011-02-01T20:36:11.677+00:00Un café et une cigarette<div align="justify">Routine</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTQppLoGP3mbRgVOeZxzz4nQqgUFyJZoOiZ1zA58eOswz0bY01PVWihom_OTtJlBdtw-ATKl2NKulvUtySEzpKqrTOisSul6d8_TRqOMadKv_L1NHRyKBZndo3FAy-hf6cNPuBQ/s1600/Coffee_Pleasure_by_angievercetti.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTQppLoGP3mbRgVOeZxzz4nQqgUFyJZoOiZ1zA58eOswz0bY01PVWihom_OTtJlBdtw-ATKl2NKulvUtySEzpKqrTOisSul6d8_TRqOMadKv_L1NHRyKBZndo3FAy-hf6cNPuBQ/s320/Coffee_Pleasure_by_angievercetti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568821635798121602" /></a>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-39881750344927445142010-12-16T06:35:00.002+00:002010-12-16T06:40:08.233+00:00hope<div align="justify">sometimes there is a tiny little light filling up your darkness and you don't even notice it you close your eyes cause you're too scared to see the light get's bigger and bigger and your eyes close more and more cause you don't want to see it one day you have to wake up one day you have to give that light a chance to lighten your darkness that day is when you decide to live again</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUdB8pzlHteG0FnSd9YRFkHx9OOyVtVizb7QyNTmcknd9v_4ciPgMW_XlNT7wP6nCUaNSWlYaEK7gXTq-3FquHAxqjdVZ_wLlFQ3fW-vBvmrX5vu_qyKy0FP2f1-XxezRIRFmuA/s1600/hope.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUdB8pzlHteG0FnSd9YRFkHx9OOyVtVizb7QyNTmcknd9v_4ciPgMW_XlNT7wP6nCUaNSWlYaEK7gXTq-3FquHAxqjdVZ_wLlFQ3fW-vBvmrX5vu_qyKy0FP2f1-XxezRIRFmuA/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551166135103942914" /></a>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-15432658268638361912010-12-08T03:55:00.000+00:002010-12-09T02:06:15.371+00:00382 teardrops under the rain ♥<div align="justify">I'm packing up my life again. Where is the ticket leading?</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0m9F2PzSaEZ5DPz6vZpb4ETJad55N7jj0OSrYRy4GkJnppUPziIWVXhHuC7DAilELaysRL1Ol4ypp_zzG5PchaL7NRakJ_zxw7XS6ITx1UrlfX9EEjVqgEY7hc9UxhnUo01K-A/s1600/packingup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0m9F2PzSaEZ5DPz6vZpb4ETJad55N7jj0OSrYRy4GkJnppUPziIWVXhHuC7DAilELaysRL1Ol4ypp_zzG5PchaL7NRakJ_zxw7XS6ITx1UrlfX9EEjVqgEY7hc9UxhnUo01K-A/s320/packingup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548496807530814818" /></a><br /><center>Foto de <a href="http://pinkmango77.deviantart.com/">pinkmango77</a>.</center>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-52460456881971706002010-12-01T05:07:00.002+00:002010-12-01T05:11:21.341+00:00contemplar<div align="justify">Enquanto as palavras não chegam trago as imagens. Vou contemplando os passos, planeando estratégias. A vida 'virou' um jogo.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPchMj8lzkcRQQH2TKaL5PJsg7akiV2sOBprebg2zAaLS34DjavvLK-5RkuR3cUraiIcCgUpcGJeTx2ht9wZ0fcfDgOxsX6q-CHM8LCPoBUDv2m8ttanC7J-whUJKmSpeDz0m8XQ/s1600/Depression.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.giftext-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPchMj8lzkcRQQH2TKaL5PJsg7akiV2sOBprebg2zAaLS34DjavvLK-5RkuR3cUraiIcCgUpcGJeTx2ht9wZ0fcfDgOxsX6q-CHM8LCPoBUDv2m8ttanC7J-whUJKmSpeDz0m8XQ/s320/Depression.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545576233000076290" /></a><br /><center>Foto de <a href="http://cuteness-lover.deviantart.com/art/Depression-102580794?q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+depression&qo=109">Cuteness-Lover</a>.</center>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-40779412661531743392010-11-27T15:26:00.004+00:002010-11-27T15:39:52.125+00:00Mais de um ano<div align="justify">sem bloggar. Facebook e muitas outras coisas pelo meio. Acho que é altura de regressar à escrita. Faz-me reflectir naquilo que é realmente importante. Quando escrevo, dedico tempo a exprimir em palavras os meus sentimentos. E esse tempo permite-me, também, pensar e analisar os sentimentos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPk39690f9PZ2jrUKvQOQ7oQas3Vtdq4g6W9hvFlxbx7axyrh0TLWq7oRLEpv9UlrOaMOO_6wVW2wiGFP8gF-18GpjrN0QJK0M-kAHYCLf6DixzHZum7W0fqqxYCLyrnPz-KEfdg/s1600/morningtea.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPk39690f9PZ2jrUKvQOQ7oQas3Vtdq4g6W9hvFlxbx7axyrh0TLWq7oRLEpv9UlrOaMOO_6wVW2wiGFP8gF-18GpjrN0QJK0M-kAHYCLf6DixzHZum7W0fqqxYCLyrnPz-KEfdg/s320/morningtea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544253521991723650" /></a><br /><center>Foto de <a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?qh=§ion=&q=new+start#/d1q9xgv">harajukugirl7</a></center></div>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-28376521696734618482009-07-20T02:50:00.001+01:002009-07-20T02:51:57.382+01:00Este verão vai ser como os outros<div align="justify">Deviam passar mais vezes em horário nobre.<br /><br /><center><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/6buEnuN6kG4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/6buEnuN6kG4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></center></div>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-72014771644394010572009-07-17T12:07:00.002+01:002009-07-17T12:10:56.180+01:00words cannot express<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DBL4gzO9mfVlCgQq2wOWMWTYfYGiWusje70TRbVfxCHkHMM-KfuLJ78TvxP1EdBVUso3s9LG05HG3NY3tLj9Kh-pInzTpuG7N3sjbTpY6HBDBarb4QMzh04ZcPa5_qQbynxsKA/s1600-h/words.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DBL4gzO9mfVlCgQq2wOWMWTYfYGiWusje70TRbVfxCHkHMM-KfuLJ78TvxP1EdBVUso3s9LG05HG3NY3tLj9Kh-pInzTpuG7N3sjbTpY6HBDBarb4QMzh04ZcPa5_qQbynxsKA/s400/words.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359384317023107634" /></a><br /><div align="center">Desenho de <a href="http://malvaalcea.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">malvaalcea</a>.</div>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-32506821048339708932009-07-09T13:33:00.004+01:002009-07-09T13:42:27.367+01:00<div align="justify"><i>Passei tantos anos a escrever, para nada, para ninguém. Hoje em dia teria tanto para escrever. Para ti. Para mim. Para os que nos rodeiam. Mas hoje não tenho o que antes tinha: tempo. Hoje tenho algo maior que o tempo: vida. A vida fez-me entender que os grandes romances, as grandes histórias de amor, nunca foram escritos. Viveram-se. Os livros massudos são apenas lendas, um diz-que-disse-que-aconteceu de quem tem tempo. Os murmúrios dos grandes romances ficam documentados pelas mãos inquietas dos contadores de histórias, seres sem vida a perpetuar o amor. Viva é a chama que não sossega a alma das vidas que se vivem para o amor. Pobres mãos azuladas pela tinta. Pobres palavras ambiciosas. O amor não se traduz. O sentimento não se escreve. Só a vida nos garante todas as emoções. A realidade supera qualquer história.<br /><br />Vive comigo a história que ninguém conseguirá escrever.</i></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFqwWgtjJpeztxzOtT66SN27cedW3ZyU76s4zPRkNdyTlkCrAsoKSreRM4OPNm629yuYHcNSaAJSIOG-BR7adLbCGeTSbjNdNjaMY3fFfRDaAKREF160c5cpDIVA1EXbuziOfvg/s1600-h/Amor_by_Luisinha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFqwWgtjJpeztxzOtT66SN27cedW3ZyU76s4zPRkNdyTlkCrAsoKSreRM4OPNm629yuYHcNSaAJSIOG-BR7adLbCGeTSbjNdNjaMY3fFfRDaAKREF160c5cpDIVA1EXbuziOfvg/s400/Amor_by_Luisinha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356439607792445154" /></a><br /><center>Foto de <a href="http://luisinha.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">Luisinha</a>.</center>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-81785378105043130272009-07-07T20:52:00.001+01:002009-07-09T13:44:23.623+01:00Entre a terra e o paraíso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSie-G7ep6wHpz2RNWyQeGD5PRbziZt70nPKL8xoWPFeeP8Gpr548FI15DF1BIIW_8MmUMPNlI4O8YFK6Ziy3n2VRESSbc1nltNsRjmltQq8e6L4QxAJfZHkzgW4PFKvjBrtYoVQ/s1600-h/HPIM7356_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSie-G7ep6wHpz2RNWyQeGD5PRbziZt70nPKL8xoWPFeeP8Gpr548FI15DF1BIIW_8MmUMPNlI4O8YFK6Ziy3n2VRESSbc1nltNsRjmltQq8e6L4QxAJfZHkzgW4PFKvjBrtYoVQ/s400/HPIM7356_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356440301751587010" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Aos dias (in)perfeitos que nos ficam para sempre.</div>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200881.post-21684555864619392492009-06-26T15:20:00.002+01:002009-07-08T13:40:30.158+01:00<div align="justify">As lendas têm o poder de viver para sempre.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVz2jHEA_1Z4nDVfjLBrHH2XHwZ5TPySo45U6W14FgnC3ml1TxYiebBwiTf21VV28uVSgEXcienY_tQkBI6X04bSJn9m7pp2o0PAz6Yo8m8Bbh7tKi5woSF9z3_lmukh5NTgc7kA/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_2_by_mlcamaro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVz2jHEA_1Z4nDVfjLBrHH2XHwZ5TPySo45U6W14FgnC3ml1TxYiebBwiTf21VV28uVSgEXcienY_tQkBI6X04bSJn9m7pp2o0PAz6Yo8m8Bbh7tKi5woSF9z3_lmukh5NTgc7kA/s400/Michael_Jackson_2_by_mlcamaro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356067920444643778" /></a><br /><center>Criação de <a href="http://mlcamaro.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">mlcamaro</a></center><br /><br /></div>Rαquεlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860399965720998161noreply@blogger.com0