tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66749642712921200852011-07-08T14:17:45.164+01:00espaço e tempo de imagens, letras, notas musicais, impressões, desabafos... espaço interior... lunar, luminoso... espaço para estar, para repousar, para anichar... entre quem quiser e fique se apetecer!de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-31092662408547964942009-09-22T10:53:00.003+01:002009-09-22T10:56:53.659+01:00E sonhando, lá ia ele subindo a montanha, para mais tarde se deleitar no Oásis que encontrara no vale daquela montanha tortuosa e simultaneamente suave... afinal, por debaixo dela, pulsava um coração cheio de amor e frenesim! Como poderia ela ser diferente?...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-3109266240854796494?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-56237499813022507472009-09-09T14:52:00.004+01:002009-09-09T15:01:51.490+01:00Hoje é um daqueles dias...with SOMETHING special :)<br /><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4k4d-lKPc9g&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4k4d-lKPc9g&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Porque HÁ pessoas especiais...SIM!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-5623749981302250747?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-45020678197398439992009-09-09T14:50:00.002+01:002009-09-09T14:52:41.274+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/SqezClNOwnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yNz-quUwqPA/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/SqezClNOwnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yNz-quUwqPA/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379465136846062194" /></a><br /><br />Eu não! <br />E precisamente um ano depois... e por "acaso", cá estou eu de novo a postar<br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-4502067819739843999?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-36952891969253303142008-09-09T14:24:00.003+01:002008-09-09T14:33:47.835+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/SMZ5qaUvZmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H4zJKCQPzD4/s1600-h/ReikiHandsOmm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244012585647302242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/SMZ5qaUvZmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H4zJKCQPzD4/s400/ReikiHandsOmm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />foto - "www.wisdomnwellness.com"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-3695289196925330314?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-53993061988198588002008-07-07T01:41:00.001+01:002008-07-07T01:41:57.699+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t0INnlGkjV0&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t0INnlGkjV0&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-5399306198819858800?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-32334468096421982132008-05-02T14:44:00.003+01:002008-05-02T14:53:55.404+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/SBsb99D-lxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nAp3ERDJC9w/s1600-h/lsd_jpg_rZd_104516.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195777346279216914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/SBsb99D-lxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nAp3ERDJC9w/s400/lsd_jpg_rZd_104516.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">By Katherine 'Skerrie!' Halyesta</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I wonder...</div><div align="justify">:)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-3233446809642198213?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-65842938938340194332008-04-17T14:28:00.003+01:002008-04-17T14:33:45.661+01:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueGuzmotwaI&hl=pt-br"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueGuzmotwaI&hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />"Nobody feels any pain<br />Tonight as I stand inside the rain<br />Ev'rybody knows<br />That Baby's got new clothes<br />But lately I see her ribbons and her bows<br />Have fallen from her curls.<br />She takes just like a woman, yes, she does<br />She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does<br />And she aches just like a woman<br />But she breaks just like a little girl.<br /><br />Queen Mary, she's my friend<br />Yes, I believe I'll go see her again<br />Nobody has to guess <br />That Baby can't be blessed<br />Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest<br />With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.<br />She takes just like a woman, yes, she does<br />She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does<br />And she aches just like a woman<br />But she breaks just like a little girl.<br /><br />It was raining from the first<br />And I was dying there of thirst<br />So I came in here<br />And your long-time curse hurts<br />But what's worse<br />Is this pain in here<br />I can't stay in here<br />Ain't it clear that--<br /><br />I just can't fit<br />Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit<br />When we meet again<br />Introduced as friends<br />Please don't let on that you knew me when<br />I was hungry and it was your world.<br />Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do<br />You make love just like a woman, yes, you do<br />Then you ache just like a woman<br />But you break just like a little girl."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-6584293893834019433?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-80666121057160983402008-04-02T21:05:00.004+01:002008-04-02T21:18:33.279+01:00<span style="font-size:0;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong>"I'll be your mirror" - The Velvet Underground and Nico</strong><br /><br />I'll be your mirror<br />Reflect what you are, in case you don't know<br />I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset<br />The light on your door to show that you're home<br /><br />When you think the night has seen your mind<br />That inside you're twisted and unkind<br />Let me stand to show that you are blind<br />Please put down your hands<br />'Cause I see you<br /><br />I find it hard to believe you don't know<br />The beauty you are<br />But if you don't let me be your eyes<br />A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid<br /><br />When you think the night has seen your mind<br />That inside you're twisted and unkind<br />Let me stand to show that you are blind<br />Please put down your hands<br />'Cause I see you<br /><br />I'll be your mirror<br />(reflect what you are)<br /><br /><br /><strong>"The Inner Light" - The Beatles</strong><br /><br />Without going out of my door<br />I can know all things of earth<br />Without looking out of my window<br />I could know the ways of heaven<br /><br />The farther one travels<br />The less one knows<br />The less one really knows<br /><br />Without going out of your door<br />You can know all things of earth<br />Without looking out of your window<br />You could know the ways of heaven<br /><br />The farther one travels<br />The less one knows<br />The less one really knows<br /><br />Arrive without travelling<br />See all without looking<br />Do all without doing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-8066612105716098340?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-66763262127480862252008-03-17T20:37:00.006Z2008-03-18T20:38:46.456Z<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OeAyN35EjQA&hl=pt-br"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OeAyN35EjQA&hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-6676326212748086225?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-59056412444722421222008-03-03T23:48:00.002Z2008-03-03T23:52:58.345Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8yOf4lAl3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FKlmF37dH2k/s1600-h/DSCN6346.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173666750356559730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8yOf4lAl3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FKlmF37dH2k/s400/DSCN6346.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Adoro o dedão grande exagerado!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-5905641244472242122?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-20457165810016846082008-03-03T23:29:00.002Z2008-03-03T23:46:03.443Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8yNeYlAl2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MlHmrGhssd4/s1600-h/DSCN6358.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173665625075128162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8yNeYlAl2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MlHmrGhssd4/s400/DSCN6358.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8yMt4lAl1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/EVO28dveug4/s1600-h/DSCN6356.JPG"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-2045716581001684608?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-858269861819290772008-02-29T13:52:00.001Z2008-02-29T13:56:32.224Z<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_DtiVOqeiI"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_DtiVOqeiI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Grande "Pimentinha"!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-85826986181929077?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-13390547128114419152008-02-28T11:50:00.002Z2008-02-28T11:55:04.857Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8agletLUVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VFXcKvtGKJ4/s1600-h/DSCN6112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171997787839746386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8agletLUVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VFXcKvtGKJ4/s400/DSCN6112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Triste é viver na solidão<br />Na dor cruel de uma paixão<br />Triste é saber que ninguém pode viver de ilusão<br />Que nunca vai ser, nunca vai dar<br />O sonhador tem que acordar<br /><br />Tua beleza é um avião<br />Demais pr'um pobre coração<br />Que pára pra te ver passar<br />Só pra me maltratar<br />Triste é viver na solidão<br /><div align="right">Elis &amp; Tom<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-1339054712811441915?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-50061472102052095332008-02-23T15:25:00.005Z2008-02-23T15:39:59.381Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8A97-tLUUI/AAAAAAAAADw/anTeFqg0J44/s1600-h/DSC02345.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170200472875389250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8A97-tLUUI/AAAAAAAAADw/anTeFqg0J44/s400/DSC02345.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R8A9cetLUTI/AAAAAAAAADo/8di_IuCLBvc/s1600-h/DSC02345.JPG"></a><br /><div>Quis agarrar a ti o mar </div><div>Quis agarrar a ti o Sol </div><div>Quis que o mar fosse maior </div><div>Quis que o mar tocasse o Sol </div><div>Quis que a luz entrasse em nós </div><div>inundasse o lado frio </div><div>Quis agarrar a tua mão </div><div>e descer o nosso rio </div><br /><div>Quero agarrar a ti o céu </div><div>Quero agarrar a ti o chão </div><div>Quero que a chuva molhe o campo </div><div>e que o campo seja teu </div><div>Para que eu cresça outra vez </div><div>quero agarrar em ti raiz </div><div>Quero agarrar a ti o corpo </div><div>E eu quero ser feliz... </div><br /><div>Quis agarrar a ti o barco </div><div>Quis agarrar a ti os remos </div><div>que usamos nas marés </div><div>quando as ondas são de ferro </div><div>Quero agarrar a ti a luta </div><div>Quero agarrar a ti a guerra </div><div>Quero agarrar a ti a praia </div><div>e o sabor de chegar a terra </div><br /><div>Porque o mar tocou no Sol </div><div>Inundou o lado frio </div><div>Porque o sol ficou em nós </div><div>e desceu o nosso rio </div><div>Por isso dá-me a tua mão </div><div>Não largues sem querer </div><div>Quero agarrar a ti o mar </div><div>eu quero é viver. </div><br /><div>Se tens medo da dor </div><div>vem ver o que é o amor </div><div>Se não sabes curar </div><div>vem ser o que é amar </div><br /><div>Quero ver-te amanhecer.<br /></div><div align="right">T.B.</div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-5006147210205209533?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-7334949001019277552008-02-22T13:57:00.008Z2008-02-22T14:06:02.214Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R77V8etLURI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kZ4i5eoABJ8/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169804657279324434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R77V8etLURI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kZ4i5eoABJ8/s400/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Muda de vida, se tu não vives satisfeito!</div><div>Muda de vida, estás sempre a tempo de mudar!</div><div>Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito!</div><div>Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar!</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-733494900101927755?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-1769294097512183832008-02-22T00:00:00.007Z2008-02-23T12:00:55.246Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R74TWOtLUQI/AAAAAAAAADI/iaRiQH_xeN0/s1600-h/Penas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169590694893539586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R74TWOtLUQI/AAAAAAAAADI/iaRiQH_xeN0/s320/Penas.jpg" border="0" /></a> Já é noite, o frio está em tudo o que se vê<br />Lá fora ninguém sabe que por dentro há vazio<br />Porque em todos há um espaço que por medo não se deu<br />Onde a ilusão se esquece do que o medo não previu<br />Já é noite o chão é mais terra pra nascer<br />A água vem escorrendo entre as mãos a percorrer<br />Todo o espaço entre a sombra entre o espaço que restou<br />Para refazer a vida no que o medo não matou<br /><br />Mas onde tudo morre tudo pode renascer<br />Em ti vejo o tempo que passou<br />Vejo o sangue que correu<br />Vejo a força que me deu quando tudo parou em ti<br />A tempestade que não há em ti<br />Arrastando para o teu lugar e é em ti que vou ficar<br /><br />Já é dia e a sombra está em tudo o que se vê<br />Lá fora ninguém sabe o que a luz pode fazer<br />Porque a noite foi tão fria que não soube acordar<br />A noite foi tão dura e difícil de sarar<br /><br />Mas eu descobri a casa onde posso adormecer<br />Eu já desvendei o mundo e o tempo de perder<br />Aqui tudo é mais forte e há mais cores no céu maior<br />Aqui tudo é tão novo e o que pode ser amor<br /><br />Já é dia e a luz está em tudo o que se vê<br />Cá dentro não se ouve o que lá fora faz chover<br />Na cidade que há em ti encontrei o meu lugar<br />E é em ti que vou ficar.<br /><div align="right">Tiago Bettencourt</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-176929409751218383?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-47772639921475658922008-02-20T19:49:00.001Z2008-02-21T16:31:38.020Z<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxRfEJvf8zA&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxRfEJvf8zA&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-4777263992147565892?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-51330744515204459842008-02-20T19:39:00.003Z2008-02-20T19:41:39.579Z<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aip3836VtZ0&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aip3836VtZ0&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-5133074451520445984?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-35393394822018984122008-02-20T14:22:00.002Z2008-02-20T14:29:51.803Z<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFVM5pVTwkM&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFVM5pVTwkM&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard<br />Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt<br />You say what did you do with him today?<br />And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray<br /><br />Cause you're my fella, my guy<br />Hand me your stella and fly<br />By the time I'm out the door<br />You're ten men down like Roger Moore<br /><br />I cheated myself<br />Like I knew I would<br />I told ya, I was trouble<br />You know that I'm no good<br /><br />Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy<br />He's in the place, but I can't get joy<br />Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my<br />buzzer goes<br /><br />Run out to meet you, chips and bitter<br />You say we'll marry 'cause you're not bitter<br />There'll be none of him no more<br />I cried for you on the kitchen floor<br /><br />I cheated myself<br />Like I knew I would<br />I told ya, I was trouble<br />You know that I'm no good<br /><br />Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain<br />We're like how we were again<br />I'm in the tub you on the seat<br />Lick your lips as I soak my feet<br /><br />Then you notice little carpet burn<br />My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn<br />You shrug and it's the worst<br />To truly stuck the knife in first<br /><br />I cheated myself like I knew I would<br />I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-3539339482201898412?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-33877866945905774712008-02-19T22:37:00.003Z2008-02-21T16:35:05.071Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R72oIOtLUNI/AAAAAAAAACw/cK50j2unmek/s1600-h/DSCN4857.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R72oIOtLUNI/AAAAAAAAACw/cK50j2unmek/s400/DSCN4857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169472806631198930" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-3387786694590577471?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-52481626070579907532008-02-19T22:33:00.002Z2008-02-19T22:37:11.807Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7tZwOtLUII/AAAAAAAAACE/F1AtHj8aph8/s1600-h/DSCN4862.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168823682453950594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7tZwOtLUII/AAAAAAAAACE/F1AtHj8aph8/s400/DSCN4862.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7tZg-tLUHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SX0SeYyjDzs/s1600-h/DSCN4857.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-5248162607057990753?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-81527372178963293792008-02-19T14:42:00.003Z2008-02-19T14:59:06.350Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7rrKOtLUGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sUZSXBfnmHQ/s1600-h/DSCN6126.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168702083339866210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7rrKOtLUGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sUZSXBfnmHQ/s400/DSCN6126.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-8152737217896329379?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-75636825753534401002008-02-19T14:34:00.002Z2008-02-19T14:40:45.892ZI'm so tired, of playing<br />Playing with this bow and arrow<br />Gonna give my heart away<br />Leave it to the other girls to play<br />For I've been a temptress too long<br /><br />Just...<br /><br />Give me a reason to love you<br />Give me a reason to be ee, a woman<br />I just wanna be a woman<br /><br />From this time, unchained<br />We're all looking at a different picture<br />Thru this new frame of mind<br />A thousand flowers could bloom<br />Move over, and give us some room<br /><br />So don't you stop, being a man<br />Just take a little look from our side when you can<br />Sow a little tenderness<br />No matter if you cry<br /><br />Give me a reason to love you<br />Give me a reason to be ee, a woman<br />It's all I wanna be is all woman<br /><br />For this is the beginning of forever and ever...<br /><br />It's time to move over!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-7563682575353440100?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-16425840387314112442008-02-17T18:53:00.005Z2008-02-17T18:58:48.262Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7iDASu4EKI/AAAAAAAAABk/TUuriyE_bwU/s1600-h/DSCN5902.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7iDASu4EKI/AAAAAAAAABk/TUuriyE_bwU/s400/DSCN5902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168024613459333282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7iDcyu4ELI/AAAAAAAAABs/lyl6Zz-03Rc/s1600-h/DSCN6211.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7iDcyu4ELI/AAAAAAAAABs/lyl6Zz-03Rc/s400/DSCN6211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168025103085605042" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-1642584038731411244?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-49808096176724383602008-02-17T17:24:00.002Z2008-02-17T17:28:54.385Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7huhyu4EII/AAAAAAAAABQ/g6PzBa_ams0/s1600-h/isto+%C3%A9+mesmo+ch%C3%A1+erva+de+ouro.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7huhyu4EII/AAAAAAAAABQ/g6PzBa_ams0/s400/isto+%C3%A9+mesmo+ch%C3%A1+erva+de+ouro.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168002099240767618" /></a><br /><br /><br />Será chá?<br />Será ouro?<br />Ouro não é certamente <br />E o chá não custa assim!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-4980809617672438360?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-87535441340189772732008-02-15T00:01:00.006Z2008-02-16T17:18:42.117Z<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8RhH4_Hdmos&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8RhH4_Hdmos&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star<br />In somebody else's sky, but why, why<br />Why can't it be, oh can't it be mine?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-8753544134018977273?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-10919135912197642922008-02-14T00:25:00.001Z2008-02-14T00:29:23.385Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7OKtiu4EHI/AAAAAAAAABI/lD7pTxFBKlA/s1600-h/doce+tenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166625712546254962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7OKtiu4EHI/AAAAAAAAABI/lD7pTxFBKlA/s400/doce+tenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-1091913591219764292?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-58596812324634489892008-02-14T00:19:00.003Z2008-02-15T00:38:41.112Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7OKByu4EGI/AAAAAAAAABA/i97O1Hd2HNU/s1600-h/desenferruja+o+teu+amor.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166624960926978146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7OKByu4EGI/AAAAAAAAABA/i97O1Hd2HNU/s400/desenferruja+o+teu+amor.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7OJeiu4EFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SnaPq6Om3nc/s1600-h/desenferruja+o+teu+amor.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-5859681232463448989?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-13273911766887703512008-02-14T00:09:00.004Z2008-02-14T00:18:31.525Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7OHJiu4EEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5zKAH2QlOsM/s1600-h/o+essencial+%C3%A9+invis%C3%ADvel+aos+olhos.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166621795536080962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3CO34VIzUU0/R7OHJiu4EEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5zKAH2QlOsM/s400/o+essencial+%C3%A9+invis%C3%ADvel+aos+olhos.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Só se vê bem com o coração<br />O essencial é invisível para os olhos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-1327391176688770351?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674964271292120085.post-61701543492360133372008-02-13T00:22:00.001Z2008-02-13T23:48:15.536Z"Tenho fases, como a lua<br />Fases de andar escondida,<br />fases de vir para a rua...<br />Perdição da minha vida!<br />Perdição da vida minha!<br />Tenho fases de ser tua,<br />tenho outras de ser sozinha<br /><br />Fases que vão e que vêm,<br />no secreto calendário<br />que um astrólogo arbitrário<br />inventou para meu uso.<br /><br />E roda a melancolia<br />seu interminável fuso!<br />Não me encontro com ninguém (tenho fases, como a lua...)<br />No dia de alguém ser meu<br />não é dia de eu ser sua...<br />E, quando chega esse dia,<br />o outro desapareceu..."<br /><br />Cecília Meireles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674964271292120085-6170154349236013337?l=luadversa00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>de luashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674565756949947716noreply@blogger.com2