tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180882792012-01-27T13:19:06.440ZHoje é Domingo, 30 de outubro de 2005 e o meu blog nasceu! Há mais de um ano que eu queria fazê-lo mas só hoje consegui dar o primeiro passo. Hoje, um domingo cinzento, de chuva, friozinho suave e vento. Começo do outono, Folhas pelo chão. E o que eu invento? Qual o meu intento? É segredo de estado e ficará guardado aqui dentro!Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-80577680015283802882011-11-03T17:54:00.001Z2011-11-03T17:54:23.190Z2011-11-03T17:54:23.190Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3X7xKH2Tmes/TfAW8CaUpqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/9fK2Rk9mnrE/s1600/white-tiger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3X7xKH2Tmes/TfAW8CaUpqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/9fK2Rk9mnrE/s320/white-tiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616013956026246818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ele é um tigre. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-6523695777684632081?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YkTishf2UG1gXgK-5jtRR0X85Ow/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YkTishf2UG1gXgK-5jtRR0X85Ow/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YkTishf2UG1gXgK-5jtRR0X85Ow/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YkTishf2UG1gXgK-5jtRR0X85Ow/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/B6JvS7l5kSQ" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2011/06/tigre-branco.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-74969572894044289962011-03-25T00:44:00.002Z2011-03-25T00:46:42.048Z2011-03-25T00:46:42.048Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEY2WQSSGZU/TYvlu0euLWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8XoqbaPkREc/s1600/haquebanadonarsolidao.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587812355207474530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEY2WQSSGZU/TYvlu0euLWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8XoqbaPkREc/s320/haquebanadonarsolidao.jpg" /></a>e está mais do que na hora.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-7496957289404428996?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TK-jxY4X7Bpd1JjqRyUyw9hN6eI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TK-jxY4X7Bpd1JjqRyUyw9hN6eI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TK-jxY4X7Bpd1JjqRyUyw9hN6eI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TK-jxY4X7Bpd1JjqRyUyw9hN6eI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/CfZsvtlUKyk" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com0http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2011/03/liberdade-nao-tem-preco.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-74121365877510876492011-01-05T22:30:00.002Z2011-01-05T22:33:19.897Z2011-01-05T22:33:19.897Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TSTxiJXNRcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Z_hcY8uw7gQ/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558833409013138882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TSTxiJXNRcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Z_hcY8uw7gQ/s320/untitled.bmp" /></a> seria uma mulher corajosa e bem resolvida...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-7412136587751087649?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/duuAAx5w356nb4TDFHv4jY6lmbQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/duuAAx5w356nb4TDFHv4jY6lmbQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/duuAAx5w356nb4TDFHv4jY6lmbQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/duuAAx5w356nb4TDFHv4jY6lmbQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/NwXptcHUFF0" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-had-heart.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-2435741555651867172010-10-30T01:06:00.006+01:002010-10-30T01:27:43.316+01:002010-10-30T01:27:43.316+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TMtkzcoQR-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/1crbpp_mj0E/s1600/cccc.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533627402175924194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TMtkzcoQR-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/1crbpp_mj0E/s320/cccc.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Largar o Que Há Em Vão<br /><br />Tenho o teu abraço cheio<br />Com a solidão no meio<br />Que não me deixa abraçar<br />Tenho o teu olhar presente<br />E o desenhar do movimento do teu corpo a chegar<br />Tenho o teu riso sentado<br />O mistério do teu lado que preciso desprender<br />Tenho o corpo a correr<br />Tenho a noite a trespassar<br />Tenho medo de te ver<br />É perigoso este perfume<br />E a memória do teu nome<br />É do fogo que nos une<br />Tenho espaço indeciso<br />Dá-me mais porque preciso<br />Mais um sopro do que tens<br /><br />Deixa andar, Deixa ser<br />Quando queres entender o que não podes disfarçar<br />Escolhes não sentir mas não é teu para decidir<br /><br />Se faz bem ao coração<br />Largar o que há em vão<br />Faz bem ao coração<br /><br />Mesmo longe caiem rosas<br />Como pedras preciosas<br />Que confundem a razão<br />Um mistério do teu lado<br />Entre o certo e o errado<br />O bem e o mal em discussão<br />Volta o teu o abraço cheio, com o coração no meio<br />Volto eu a disparar<br />Não percebo o que queres<br />Diz-me tu o que preferes<br />Ir embora ou ficar<br />Este espaço intermédio<br />Entre a paz e o assédio não nos deixa evoluir<br />Não é dor nem fogo posto<br />É amar sem ser suposto<br />É difícil resistir<br /><br />Deixa andar, deixa ser<br />Quando queres entender o que não podes disfarçar<br />Escolhes não sentir mas não é teu para decidir<br /><br />Se faz bem ao coração<br />Largar o que há em vão<br />Faz bem ao coração<br /><br />Meu amor esta vontade<br />Meu amor se é verdade<br />Meu amor se queres saber<br />Abre espaço no que é teu<br />Vou-te dar o que é meu<br />Deixa andar<br />Deixa ser<br /><br />Faz bem ao coração<br />Largar o que há em vão<br />Faz bem ao coração<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Tiago Bettencourt</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-243574155565186717?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l6qEKwa6QsrFkWmvSx54uStN-0M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l6qEKwa6QsrFkWmvSx54uStN-0M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l6qEKwa6QsrFkWmvSx54uStN-0M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l6qEKwa6QsrFkWmvSx54uStN-0M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/gPXRz3PgCmk" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com3http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-for-you-baby-o.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-50092442954127902012010-10-27T01:07:00.000+01:002010-10-27T01:07:08.470+01:002010-10-27T01:07:08.470+01:00<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/g6STq2lC42A/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g6STq2lC42A?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_PT"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g6STq2lC42A?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-5009244295412790201?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WTrsNF3HKLQxfZjQq3T7qsN8T0I/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WTrsNF3HKLQxfZjQq3T7qsN8T0I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WTrsNF3HKLQxfZjQq3T7qsN8T0I/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WTrsNF3HKLQxfZjQq3T7qsN8T0I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/Bz6ZoN2Zdhs" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2010/10/pitty-equalize-buddy-poke.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-31292649747750268242010-09-30T15:23:00.003+01:002010-09-30T15:41:56.592+01:002010-09-30T15:41:56.592+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TKSdxFXTRaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/AjiaBta7jHM/s1600/photoerickreis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522712509642130850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TKSdxFXTRaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/AjiaBta7jHM/s320/photoerickreis.jpg" /></a> Uma vez alguém disse mais ou menos assim: Uma longa caminhada, por mais difícil que seja, começa sempre pelo primeiro passo. É chegada a hora de ser eu a dizê-lo. A minha longa caminhada (re)começou. É algo parecido com (re)aprender a andar.<br />Aqui estou eu, desarmada, descalça e livre. Diante de mim uma longa estrada que é a minha vida. Estou pronta para a viagem, que espero, seja longa e repleta de realizações.<br />E lá vou eu, devagar, cada passinho de uma vez, sem medos e sem correria, aproveitando cada segundo que nos é concedido com devoção. Coincidência ser outono. Ou não. (Aprendi isso com o Caetano, heheheheheheheheehehehehehe)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-3129264974775026824?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WR6mThG1-BSi38ooaac8qrjt-ZI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WR6mThG1-BSi38ooaac8qrjt-ZI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WR6mThG1-BSi38ooaac8qrjt-ZI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WR6mThG1-BSi38ooaac8qrjt-ZI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/84q70LyHAzU" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2010/09/com-licenca-vou-luta.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-34158450495091184862010-09-17T23:24:00.003+01:002010-09-17T23:34:47.397+01:002010-09-17T23:34:47.397+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TJPsqMPQQ5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FjPcXiVWY00/s1600/oscar%2520wilde%2520hapiness.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518014178042856338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TJPsqMPQQ5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FjPcXiVWY00/s320/oscar%2520wilde%2520hapiness.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Estou nova</div>Estou bem<br />Estou ÓTIMA!!!<br /><br /><em>"Oh happy day, oh happy day, la ra la la la..."</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-3415845049509118486?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BDYC5rI3W2bnDHp2Iw_qW8wMoA4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BDYC5rI3W2bnDHp2Iw_qW8wMoA4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BDYC5rI3W2bnDHp2Iw_qW8wMoA4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BDYC5rI3W2bnDHp2Iw_qW8wMoA4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/9QNcti2fxaI" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2010/09/outono.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-17729727146852952702010-07-26T02:12:00.003+01:002010-07-26T09:06:21.976+01:002010-07-26T09:06:21.976+01:00...Saudades!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TE1BdVGwKEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9-Bityp7AsU/s1600/890647-001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498122692226721858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/TE1BdVGwKEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9-Bityp7AsU/s320/890647-001.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br />Tens fios de mais<br />A prender-te as cordas<br />Mas podes vir amanhã<br />Acreditar no mesmo deus<br /><br />Tens riscos de mais<br />A estragar-me o quadro.<br />Se queres vir amanhã<br />Acreditar no mesmo deus<br /><br />Devolve-me os laços, meu amor!<br />Devolve-me os laços, meu amor!<br />Devolve-me os laços, meu amor!<br />Devolve-me os laços...</div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(Laços, por Tiago Bettencourt)</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-1772972714685295270?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2UcXeeyuKO3KjhkjYRKR8v_JjRc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2UcXeeyuKO3KjhkjYRKR8v_JjRc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2UcXeeyuKO3KjhkjYRKR8v_JjRc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2UcXeeyuKO3KjhkjYRKR8v_JjRc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/VOVwG9VAckk" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2010/07/para-ti-beija-flor.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-15615367725735044422010-03-30T14:22:00.001+01:002010-03-30T14:27:04.404+01:002010-03-30T14:27:04.404+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/S7H8DroWqhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CpkGZ831Zrg/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454417763904170514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/S7H8DroWqhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CpkGZ831Zrg/s320/12.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Permita que eu feche os meus olhos,<br />pois é muito longe e tão tarde!<br />Pensei que era apenas demora,<br />e cantando pus-me a esperar-te.<br /><br />Permite que agora emudeça:<br />que me conforme em ser sozinha.<br />Há uma doce luz no silencio,<br />e a dor é de origem divina.<br /><br />Permite que eu volte o meu rosto<br />para um céu maior que este mundo,<br />e aprenda a ser dócil no sonho<br />como as estrelas no seu rumo.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><em>Cecília Meireles</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-1561536772573504442?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AhLbbSpmiWIgOJfYVs_LTJ5fje8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AhLbbSpmiWIgOJfYVs_LTJ5fje8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AhLbbSpmiWIgOJfYVs_LTJ5fje8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AhLbbSpmiWIgOJfYVs_LTJ5fje8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/iWp8c_B1tlY" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com3http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2010/03/ta-na-hora-de-acordar-para-o-blogue.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-70582040630294303732009-11-09T12:10:00.002Z2009-11-09T12:19:18.782Z2009-11-09T12:19:18.782Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SvgH3r5d7hI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3Y-piir8qec/s1600-h/cafe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SvgH3r5d7hI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3Y-piir8qec/s320/cafe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402076406288870930" /></a><br /><br />Vou tomar um café quentinho.<br />Sabe bem num dia frio como este.<br />Já tinha saudades deste espaço<br />mas estava ocupada demais <br />perdida em meus pensamentos<br />Dia 31 o abominável completou 3 aninhos<br />Um bebezinho ainda. Uma fofura.<br />Bom diaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa<br />Quem me acompanha neste café?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-7058204063029430373?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhAsd02jLL5JXKltMjGQN36NP5s/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhAsd02jLL5JXKltMjGQN36NP5s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhAsd02jLL5JXKltMjGQN36NP5s/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XhAsd02jLL5JXKltMjGQN36NP5s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/wA2-T1GSusA" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com7http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-cafe-sff.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-41493695653356669522009-08-23T04:04:00.004+01:002009-08-23T05:07:45.303+01:002009-08-23T05:07:45.303+01:00<div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SpC_favcbNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CRxmWGauF48/s1600-h/ForumIdosos01.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373004901928168658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SpC_favcbNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CRxmWGauF48/s320/ForumIdosos01.jpg" /></a><br />É muito difícil pra mim esquecer assim algo tão grande e tão importante que me tenha acontecido. Viver um dia de cada vez é muito, muito complicado. E por mais inteligente que a pessoa seja, não é fácil.<br />Apetece-me gritar e pedir ajuda mas sei que ninguém pode me ajudar. Eu queria, de verdade, encontrar uma fórmula mágica, que me elucidasse as dúvidas e me ajudasse a entender e seguir em frente. Mas não consigo. Porque não existe fórmula mágica. Não existe ninguém que possa me ajudar. Não existe verdade. </div><div align="left">Não existiu verdade, sentimento. </div><div align="left">Não existiu nada.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-4149369565335666952?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s8MmMRZhCtaM5o6tcUTeDzzFg54/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s8MmMRZhCtaM5o6tcUTeDzzFg54/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s8MmMRZhCtaM5o6tcUTeDzzFg54/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s8MmMRZhCtaM5o6tcUTeDzzFg54/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/8IMPEeOEoFo" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com5http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-83139592263177951572009-08-21T00:55:00.002+01:002009-08-21T01:31:23.054+01:002009-08-21T01:31:23.054+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/fire-fly/albums/491271/Goodbye_my_love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 349px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/fire-fly/albums/491271/Goodbye_my_love.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Até um dia, até talvez<br />Até quem sabe<br />Até você sem fantasia<br />Sem mais saudade<br /><br />Agora a gente<br />Tão de repente<br />Nem mais se entende<br />Nem mais pretende<br /><br />Seguir fingindo<br />Seguir seguindo<br />Agora vou pra onde for<br />Sem mais você<br /><br />Sem me querer<br />Sem mesmo ser<br />Sem me entender<br />Vou me esquecer<br /><br />Vou me perder<br />Pela cidade<br />Até um dia, até talvez<br />Até quem sabe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-8313959226317795157?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tU8wx1W5uVCKEcKBoY6dmakVggE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tU8wx1W5uVCKEcKBoY6dmakVggE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tU8wx1W5uVCKEcKBoY6dmakVggE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tU8wx1W5uVCKEcKBoY6dmakVggE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/YUEJgJQcKu0" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/08/ate-um-dia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-13640424060616028222009-08-19T23:09:00.002+01:002009-08-19T23:30:38.806+01:002009-08-19T23:30:38.806+01:00Presente & futuro. O que é isso? Enterrar algo que já passou é difícil mas necessário. Para que algo de novo renasça e possa florescer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-1364042406061602822?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RpmE_2xpgNECTfATiWXcJRE-jX4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RpmE_2xpgNECTfATiWXcJRE-jX4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RpmE_2xpgNECTfATiWXcJRE-jX4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RpmE_2xpgNECTfATiWXcJRE-jX4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/htRQ8X1Q13M" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/08/passado.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-22229446571434486962009-08-08T04:16:00.002+01:002009-08-08T04:31:10.528+01:002009-08-08T04:31:10.528+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://schlange.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/adeus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 360px;" src="http://schlange.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/adeus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />“One day you will learn that...<br />After some time you learn the difference, the subtle difference between to give the hand and to chain a soul.<br />And you learn that TO LOVE don't mean to lean on, and that company not always it means safety.<br />And begins to learn that kisses are not contracts and presents are not promises.<br />And begins to accept your defeats ahead with the erect head and eyes, with an adult's grace and not with a child's sadness.<br />After a time you learn that the sun burns if you be exposed it for a long time. And learns that doesn't matter how much you care, some people simply don't care... and you accept that doesn't matter how good a person can be, he will hurt you once in a while and you need to forgive him, by that.<br />And what is the matter, is not what you have in life, but who you have in your life. You realize that you spend a long time to become the person that you want to be, and the time is too short. You realize that just because somebody doesn't loves you of the way that you want that he loves, it doesn't mean that somebody don't love you as much as you can, therefore there are people that love us, but they don't simply know as how to demonstrate or to live that.<br />You learns that is not always enough to be forgiven by someone, sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. You learns that doesn't matter in how many pieces your heart were broken, the world doesn't stop so that you repair it. Therefore, plant your garden and decorate your soul, instead of hoping that someone brings you flowers..."<br /><br />- WillianShakespeare<br /><br />Aqui e agora me despeço para sempre de ti.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-2222944657143448696?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_o4SysmaNNoqh6MR7m-ZOjlTfpk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_o4SysmaNNoqh6MR7m-ZOjlTfpk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_o4SysmaNNoqh6MR7m-ZOjlTfpk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_o4SysmaNNoqh6MR7m-ZOjlTfpk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/ZAbE1Klj_RQ" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/08/atrocidade.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-85910922650394195622009-07-27T15:35:00.001+01:002009-07-27T15:35:39.946+01:002009-07-27T15:35:39.946+01:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/hZaf6VPGh54' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hZaf6VPGh54'/></object></p><p>Nando Reis e Os Infernais - Você pediu e eu já vou daqui</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-8591092265039419562?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tr1ALfLwP8XzZt59Zp2OwI6bDz8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tr1ALfLwP8XzZt59Zp2OwI6bDz8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tr1ALfLwP8XzZt59Zp2OwI6bDz8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tr1ALfLwP8XzZt59Zp2OwI6bDz8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/hB3qSlNHAgs" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/07/ficou-liiiindooo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-75133938426450125312009-07-15T09:58:00.007+01:002009-07-15T10:25:31.000+01:002009-07-15T10:25:31.000+01:00<div align="center">Futuros Amantes</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Sl2fY0kIVYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5nmGEbVk52Q/s1600-h/526186_40701758.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358614380416619906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Sl2fY0kIVYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5nmGEbVk52Q/s320/526186_40701758.jpg" /></a> <blockquote><span style="font-family:arial;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:arial;"><blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family:arial;"><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Não se afobe, não</span></p><p align="left"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Que nada é pra já</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O amor não tem pressa</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Ele pode esperar em silêncio</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Num fundo de armário</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Na posta-restante </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Milênios, milênios</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">No ar </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">E quem sabe, então</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O Rio será</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Alguma cidade submersa</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Os escafandristas virão</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Explorar sua casa</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Seu quarto, suas coisas</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Sua alma, desvãos </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Sábios em vão</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Tentarão decifrar </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O eco de antigas palavras</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Fragmentos de cartas, poemas</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Mentiras, retratos</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Vestígios de estranha civilização </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Não se afobe, não </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Que nada é pra já </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Amores serão sempre amáveis</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Futuros amantes, quiçá </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Se amarão sem saber </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Com o amor que eu um dia</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Deixei pra você</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Chico Buarque</span></p></blockquote></blockquote></span></blockquote></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-7513393842645012531?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/toCowXHpZWnOwXqRoF6ERXfp25g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/toCowXHpZWnOwXqRoF6ERXfp25g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/toCowXHpZWnOwXqRoF6ERXfp25g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/toCowXHpZWnOwXqRoF6ERXfp25g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/glulk8KJWMs" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/07/minha-estranha-saudade-de-ti.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-72046743827823522532009-06-19T00:56:00.002+01:002009-06-19T01:05:08.067+01:002009-06-19T01:05:08.067+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SjrVxWaZvDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Dot6aXKmi3w/s1600-h/eu+%26+Nando.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348822551262510130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SjrVxWaZvDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Dot6aXKmi3w/s320/eu+%26+Nando.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Estou Dri !</strong></span></div><div align="center">Pronto, postei. Não resisti.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-7204674382782352253?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/swBWz4vbRcrpd90hCVp5_SRadU8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/swBWz4vbRcrpd90hCVp5_SRadU8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/swBWz4vbRcrpd90hCVp5_SRadU8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/swBWz4vbRcrpd90hCVp5_SRadU8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/C7dC1sqd5Rk" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com5http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/06/dres.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-60639052915000513032009-04-16T05:16:00.002+01:002009-04-16T05:23:56.118+01:002009-04-16T05:23:56.118+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SeC4-ln9NkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8dQwbgCXtmc/s1600-h/1158067_chocolate_swirl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323458144943027778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SeC4-ln9NkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8dQwbgCXtmc/s320/1158067_chocolate_swirl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />i will drown in chocolate!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-168430889499570243?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8rq2pc7VtjhCpyIt4xv3QvA0Yn4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8rq2pc7VtjhCpyIt4xv3QvA0Yn4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8rq2pc7VtjhCpyIt4xv3QvA0Yn4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8rq2pc7VtjhCpyIt4xv3QvA0Yn4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/bwlik4W51DA" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-56545590691578181652009-04-05T00:04:00.003+01:002009-04-05T00:12:35.413+01:002009-04-05T00:12:35.413+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SdfoWBnmJ2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yn_RdiOQT6Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320976949850810210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SdfoWBnmJ2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yn_RdiOQT6Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a>Falha vazio<br />espaço oco<br />degradação<br />não tens mais por onde cair<br />impossível descer mais<br />Chegaste ao fundo<br />ao fim<br />Selaste-o<br />Agora é tarde<br />engasgue-se<br />E sufoque<br />...<br />até estourar<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-5654559069157818165?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kb4c37REwTMBSjGAM9p6v7Axizs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kb4c37REwTMBSjGAM9p6v7Axizs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kb4c37REwTMBSjGAM9p6v7Axizs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kb4c37REwTMBSjGAM9p6v7Axizs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/MIJhI6YqM8w" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/04/vazio.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-87196996528279622922009-04-04T23:15:00.000+01:002009-04-04T23:16:01.083+01:002009-04-04T23:16:01.083+01:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">porto sentido...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SdfcIMijA5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/U5rSbq2YMj8/s1600-h/30032009351.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SdfcIMijA5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/U5rSbq2YMj8/s320/30032009351.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-8719699652827962292?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xTu_Wc5LNxY3kD7Dh80jhVgt9-Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xTu_Wc5LNxY3kD7Dh80jhVgt9-Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xTu_Wc5LNxY3kD7Dh80jhVgt9-Y/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xTu_Wc5LNxY3kD7Dh80jhVgt9-Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/xiYUzrOsxEc" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/04/porto.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-73761441418993369402009-03-11T17:27:00.001Z2009-03-11T17:27:27.836Z2009-03-11T17:27:27.836Z<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/nfFZ5dcGaJw' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nfFZ5dcGaJw'/></object></p><p>Um dos melhores comerciais de cerveja do mundo integralmente filmado no Porto. <br />O meu mundo. Um mundo que só eu acreditei.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-7376144141899336940?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x_ITSH_TEHi6zCyzvlx50KdJwnE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x_ITSH_TEHi6zCyzvlx50KdJwnE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x_ITSH_TEHi6zCyzvlx50KdJwnE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x_ITSH_TEHi6zCyzvlx50KdJwnE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/Y946lGmBveM" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com5http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/03/meus-melhores-momentos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18088279.post-65860139707185313212009-03-04T23:21:00.004Z2009-03-04T23:53:38.438Z2009-03-04T23:53:38.438Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Sa8SpD_FBqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/WCFpa44bc1Q/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309482982346917538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Sa8SpD_FBqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/WCFpa44bc1Q/s320/01.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">"Fico triste quando alguém me ofende, mas, com certeza, </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">eu ficaria mais triste se fosse eu o ofensor... </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Magoar alguém é terrível!"</span> <div><a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Chico_Xavier/"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Chico Xavier</span></a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Nunca pensei que a mágoa pudesse doer tanto, ferir tanto, destruir tanto. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Mas continuo preferindo ser eu a ofendida do que ter que magoar alguém. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18088279-6586013970718531321?l=andreiaesteves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_3H7ePnS8Xn7TPesRypiQ3PNgcs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_3H7ePnS8Xn7TPesRypiQ3PNgcs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_3H7ePnS8Xn7TPesRypiQ3PNgcs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_3H7ePnS8Xn7TPesRypiQ3PNgcs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OAbominvelBlogueDasNeves/~4/-CGcxlmMg8Q" height="1" width="1"/>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2http://andreiaesteves.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-doi-saudadecomo-doi-magoa.html