tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88525864118395056852024-02-19T12:42:08.304+00:00NiscaNiscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-80039580054631707892012-05-17T14:30:00.001+01:002012-05-17T14:30:21.512+01:00Uma forma de ver a vidaAlguém muito especial descreveu a vida da seguinte forma:<br />
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<em>"Gosto de imaginar a vida como um comboio, numa infinita estepe da<br />mongólia. A cada instante, este comboio depara-se com bifurcações no<br />seu caminho. escolhe a direita ou a esquerda e segue a viagem. Cada um<br />de nós comanda o comboio da nossa vida, e a cada instante tomamos<br />decisões, sim, não, agora, depois, vou não vou, arrisco, não arrisco.<br />Uma vez tomada a decisão, o comboio entra nesses novos trilhos e<br />afasta-se do outro caminho. Está tomada, o movimento não pára, e... já<br />não voltamos atrás!</em><br />
<em>A vida conduz-se a olhar para a frente, não pelo retrovisor!"</em><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">E porque hoje é sexta-feira... apetece ir às compras...</div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-11134172959153409702011-11-24T15:25:00.000+00:002011-11-24T15:25:02.721+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMaWqpfuMR5JazRLI_6uVHb9E-B40XjPxFvqU0zfF4Lw5AtmDBLPXYxycCE6tsgTPcM9uxPGYVlFFqFvXDWTeiLIuGOYMPzMK069kOmbVG-4sVRWdSN1tf44kdPq3xYa0OwYgNE4G96gJ/s1600/Taya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMaWqpfuMR5JazRLI_6uVHb9E-B40XjPxFvqU0zfF4Lw5AtmDBLPXYxycCE6tsgTPcM9uxPGYVlFFqFvXDWTeiLIuGOYMPzMK069kOmbVG-4sVRWdSN1tf44kdPq3xYa0OwYgNE4G96gJ/s400/Taya.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Picture by Taya)</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Hoje está um dia lindo de Sol...</span></div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-26383297336746549742010-07-07T12:07:00.000+01:002010-07-07T12:07:05.083+01:00...eu gosto é do Verão...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEHcLIERkUfzGm1D0mX6XwiBXfwL3C5rAr8VDfJwfLU_2QTCL7Sw9ftr37XI6dUusPt7XtKBH_9IN7Mf3jvJtmH9vKY7UWVOW6ieWzGNueHvavEU0WoKhXo33q8UrWMAoTqWvxziv_CJh/s1600/Benjamim+Fernandes+Fontes+Neto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEHcLIERkUfzGm1D0mX6XwiBXfwL3C5rAr8VDfJwfLU_2QTCL7Sw9ftr37XI6dUusPt7XtKBH_9IN7Mf3jvJtmH9vKY7UWVOW6ieWzGNueHvavEU0WoKhXo33q8UrWMAoTqWvxziv_CJh/s400/Benjamim+Fernandes+Fontes+Neto.jpg" width="373" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>(Picture by Benjamim Fernandes Fontes Neto)</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"No Verão os dias ficam maiores.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No Verão as roupas ficam menores.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No Verão o calor bate recordes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">E os corpos libertam seus suores."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-9257886391762897462010-06-30T18:57:00.000+01:002010-06-30T18:57:11.580+01:00Férias...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmszO3xoWhb-tXjznRCtiRseOw8AJ83DVibCqrKrgOgGACfxxkCsTM8wgxEZioVCrJfKgfbG5ZhQOGG-_dnCRIADAjktMeMOZsNBFkxMwyoHmrOi7H6GRJYdHHsiuRjVDkMgkSfbQELWg/s1600/Nelson+Afonso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmszO3xoWhb-tXjznRCtiRseOw8AJ83DVibCqrKrgOgGACfxxkCsTM8wgxEZioVCrJfKgfbG5ZhQOGG-_dnCRIADAjktMeMOZsNBFkxMwyoHmrOi7H6GRJYdHHsiuRjVDkMgkSfbQELWg/s400/Nelson+Afonso.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>... Get Out...</b></span></div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-57070051722320016052010-05-14T11:35:00.000+01:002010-05-14T11:35:18.624+01:00Bad day...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2zYr8BG8YzimwyD0grNg0HoImWkDfR1EJZiFNLdnptex5HOuVnOM1zGRiHmDgjpKLrGscGyEYQ01KvZoMWqWPdS_D5VNp5T2v2m9Pq8AxgknvT6yYMnKpDNY3NaD6iMaQLjanKbuN_w2/s1600/Pedro+Sacadura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2zYr8BG8YzimwyD0grNg0HoImWkDfR1EJZiFNLdnptex5HOuVnOM1zGRiHmDgjpKLrGscGyEYQ01KvZoMWqWPdS_D5VNp5T2v2m9Pq8AxgknvT6yYMnKpDNY3NaD6iMaQLjanKbuN_w2/s400/Pedro+Sacadura.jpg" width="373" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>(Picture by Pedro Sacadura)</em></span></div><br />
Em determinados momentos da vida expomo-nos um pouco mais a um mundo que não conhecemos…<br />
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Conhecemos pessoas maravilhosas, que só com determinadas intenções, se aproximam de nós… Assim que não temos nada para oferecer, afastam-se discretamente e quando olhamos, é como quase nunca ali tivessem permanecido…<br />
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Encolhemo-nos dentro da nossa caixinha, como se ela conseguisse aspirar toda a nossa desilusão, toda a nossa dor…<br />
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Podia prometer a mim mesma que a partir de hoje não iria mais permitir que alguém me fizesse isso, mas seria um tipo de promessa em vão, o ser humano por natureza socializa e confia, para depois se desiludir… um ciclo interminável…Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-69811673371519104672010-05-12T23:49:00.000+01:002010-05-12T23:49:48.993+01:00Em...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibS4Z_cMmdx2n78Y8FREbDfayqCyfe5Y9GdVeDxYx3E-BsWhjN7l4S2N8vCkVb5_HC3V5vsbgZQDmAl3cxTi5i-RMUBPeWWOqp7UJUqcN1Htdoup-OL3jvvW3oKA1W4n57nFuiSSppZmru/s1600/Marcus+Steinmeyer+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibS4Z_cMmdx2n78Y8FREbDfayqCyfe5Y9GdVeDxYx3E-BsWhjN7l4S2N8vCkVb5_HC3V5vsbgZQDmAl3cxTi5i-RMUBPeWWOqp7UJUqcN1Htdoup-OL3jvvW3oKA1W4n57nFuiSSppZmru/s400/Marcus+Steinmeyer+1.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>... determinados momentos da nossa vida, muitas coisas deixam de fazer sentido, pensa-se demasiado em futilidades quando a vida, a nossa vida, passa por nós, à nossa frente, ao nosso lado, atrás de nós...<br />
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... pronto... não vou pensar em futilidades...Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-67109818018430122682010-05-11T22:40:00.000+01:002010-05-11T22:40:28.213+01:00I Miss...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVfolO7jUVSpNdKImdDOcR1t58-IW1jNUhFXai2EfkDN9aDKwfAUxarqLwbgY3QO3aHAGouaam0Rf7mI9pXUJYl2L3uTqt9Jw94I0bIWqcTsf4WXw-MvjMYhjkA_UrihdRZxdeRKV7O-z/s1600/Jose+Luis+Cunha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVfolO7jUVSpNdKImdDOcR1t58-IW1jNUhFXai2EfkDN9aDKwfAUxarqLwbgY3QO3aHAGouaam0Rf7mI9pXUJYl2L3uTqt9Jw94I0bIWqcTsf4WXw-MvjMYhjkA_UrihdRZxdeRKV7O-z/s640/Jose+Luis+Cunha.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="short_text" id="result_box"><span title="">... the time when everything was simple...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="short_text" id="result_box"><span title="">... </span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box"><span title="">when time did not exist ...</span></span></div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-53690581442579745092010-04-17T16:19:00.000+01:002010-04-17T16:19:53.719+01:00Chuva e mais chuva...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYiD52rwO7KSUlXHVQVFryzMeZ7HgHqJDNvPc32P5xsV-3RI6TT6yC9uxo6redcXb-f8poXbLruhi-pREWca-0coUEVaf94PeVcH38mGpnHCHCwVsj3RcR28guxq_ZgQIItiJjxI3Cidv/s1600/Pedro+Noel+da+Luz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYiD52rwO7KSUlXHVQVFryzMeZ7HgHqJDNvPc32P5xsV-3RI6TT6yC9uxo6redcXb-f8poXbLruhi-pREWca-0coUEVaf94PeVcH38mGpnHCHCwVsj3RcR28guxq_ZgQIItiJjxI3Cidv/s640/Pedro+Noel+da+Luz.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>(Picture by Pedro Noel da Luz)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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É verdade, o que foi que ele tirou do bolso do casaco e agitou???Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-80769205667951574902010-03-30T15:51:00.000+01:002010-03-30T15:51:01.613+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6hxPbUrT7Whh8qvRxpIzZTGx9H4M6M6q1guKVr75dFZiJOyQ9xpUdtV9js3Or_k8SqKSEwUwgLseA91a2P4tk4IHrSAsMp1yKf2Y7cfcLBFjEuxq8OtCsNG_U_5tyNvPrGyQW141qx9j/s1600/Taya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6hxPbUrT7Whh8qvRxpIzZTGx9H4M6M6q1guKVr75dFZiJOyQ9xpUdtV9js3Or_k8SqKSEwUwgLseA91a2P4tk4IHrSAsMp1yKf2Y7cfcLBFjEuxq8OtCsNG_U_5tyNvPrGyQW141qx9j/s400/Taya.jpg" width="373" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>(Picture by Taya)</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Estar no conforto do meu lar.<br />
Um Alfa Romeo.<br />
Morangos saborosos no meu quintal.<br />
Flores lindas no meu jardim.<br />
A minha família feliz.<br />
Dormir sempre de consciência tranquila.<br />
Gostar mais do meu trabalho.<br />
Namorar sempre.<br />
Um café fantástico.<br />
Noites de Verão com os amigos.<br />
Amizades sinceras.<br />
Margaritas…<br />
Um “Chesterfield” Vermelho.<br />
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<em><strong>Quero ser feliz com o que sou e com o que tenho…</strong></em>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-61351691401260969832010-03-29T15:13:00.005+01:002010-03-29T20:52:19.169+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpsm8Huqw9W5-Hl8v8X6_JE9j9egBVVypzpBHs7fbg5tHLGAKcZXEq6b7ABSZI3F5ZAHh6C7JCGqBBfPjB7PfJJxsqpBJK4g40GrkAEa5PS2zfJ3nsIDMgvyWEgJTXPz8JaQ8Hs2LxLcv/s1600/Jose+Luis+Cunha.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpsm8Huqw9W5-Hl8v8X6_JE9j9egBVVypzpBHs7fbg5tHLGAKcZXEq6b7ABSZI3F5ZAHh6C7JCGqBBfPjB7PfJJxsqpBJK4g40GrkAEa5PS2zfJ3nsIDMgvyWEgJTXPz8JaQ8Hs2LxLcv/s400/Jose+Luis+Cunha.jpg" width="370" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>(Picture by Jose Luis Cunha)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Estar em casa a ouvir a chuva e a trovoada, junto à lareira.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chegar a casa com uma série de sacos das compras.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">O silêncio.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">O mar.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Receber uma sms de alguém com quem não falo há muito tempo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sardinhas assadas na brasa.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As risadas com os amigos.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">O arroz de galinha que só a minha mãe sabe fazer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As minhas cadelas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sentir o cheiro de óleo queimado de uma mota de cross.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Música.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Um bom filme de comédia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dormir 8 horas seguidas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">O barulho da natureza.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">O Benfica.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Os meus livros.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As fotografias espontâneas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A praia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Andar de comboio.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Passear.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A minha família.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">O Natal.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Perfumes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Somos seres individuais, com características próprias, umas que nos são inatas e outras que vamos concebendo ao longo da nossa vida.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hoje apetecia-me ser igual a uma daquelas pessoas que consegue ser perfeita em tudo, que está sempre à altura de cada ocasião e situação.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Onde posso fazer um requerimento?!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-73588286243964980442010-03-23T22:32:00.001+00:002010-03-23T22:46:46.816+00:00<div style="text-align: left;">Saí do trabalho, rumo ao Centro Comercial para comprar este livro:</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mas além do livro, acabei por comprar também dois pares de sapatos...<br />
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Pois... mas que sabe bem comprar coisas novas, sabe!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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O que é que tu farias? <br />
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Este banco mágico todos o temos, é o tempo! A cornucópia dos segundos que se vão desfiando! <br />
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Cada manhã, ao acordar, somos creditados com 86.400 segundos de vida, e quando adormecemos à noite não há transferência dos que sobraram para o dia seguinte, o que não foi vivido durante o dia fica perdido, ontem acabou de passar. Cada manhã, essa magia recomeça, somos de novo creditados com 86.400 segundos de vida, e jogamos com essa regra incontornável: o banco pode fechar a nossa conta seja a que momento for, sem nenhum pré-aviso; a qualquer momento a vida pode parar. Então o que fazemos nós dos nossos 86.400 segundos quotidianos? Não serão os segundos de vida mais importantes do que os euros?" <br />
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Um pequeno excerto dum livro que terminei de ler à pouco... não resisti... e aqui partilho a mais linda definição de tempo!!!!Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-60236319188882588422010-03-22T22:16:00.000+00:002010-03-22T22:16:36.633+00:00Existem...<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>...pessoas na nossa vida que nos fazem sorrir, fazem sobressair o melhor de nós em nós... e outras que conseguem extrair o pior... de nós... </b></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><embed allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LnJ3buEGdzlmdyVGdsFmLpxWeuFGZ/Home_Michael%2520Buble.rbs&colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="180"></embed></div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-59001929767659900092010-03-01T22:37:00.002+00:002010-03-01T22:49:21.252+00:00Monday...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1T1nwp-IOybPTuG6fpm_tX9bg2wqMaeI-_PUAzw6uRAvL5SEKlKvrpoUIwBpzFJ9JehrPNhSmgA0axhKB3fGE8uqmVE6wPImUNHIrDLHT54H_O8Ih-O-Y96iGoTem44xNfDDwV1x3lga9/s1600-h/Marcus+Steinmeyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1T1nwp-IOybPTuG6fpm_tX9bg2wqMaeI-_PUAzw6uRAvL5SEKlKvrpoUIwBpzFJ9JehrPNhSmgA0axhKB3fGE8uqmVE6wPImUNHIrDLHT54H_O8Ih-O-Y96iGoTem44xNfDDwV1x3lga9/s640/Marcus+Steinmeyer.jpg" width="379" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Picture by Marcus Steinmeyer) </span></i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><embed allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvY2bz1WYp9SbvNmLud3b0JWZ3VWZyZmL3d3d/Jamie%2520Cullum%2520-%2520Singing%2520In%2520The%2520Rain.rbs&colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="180"></embed></div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-15544106576754909142010-02-26T00:08:00.000+00:002010-02-26T00:08:59.191+00:00Acordar e...<div style="text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">... ter um dia assim...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLZQGTMmW5HCDBluxyhiAZfKBkjlzVhL45IFxFkM0Pb-9wbWX6XFxVZ5BcJYnJnDGcbBYjjBTz66guLeehWrb7VeSVEY_HY0lHs4xI6gmCM3P-6h19lvy1c_hmAQFPFhKRWdGgfR3gvr7/s1600-h/picture+by+Nuno+Boavida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLZQGTMmW5HCDBluxyhiAZfKBkjlzVhL45IFxFkM0Pb-9wbWX6XFxVZ5BcJYnJnDGcbBYjjBTz66guLeehWrb7VeSVEY_HY0lHs4xI6gmCM3P-6h19lvy1c_hmAQFPFhKRWdGgfR3gvr7/s640/picture+by+Nuno+Boavida.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Picture by Nuno Boavida)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Sdo5yd15ybpRWYylnYhJWa05WY/Ray%2520Charles%2520-%2520Hit%2520The%2520Road%2520Jack.rbs&colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="180"></embed></div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-1321183352523825722010-02-25T23:26:00.001+00:002010-02-25T23:29:39.761+00:00<span style="font-size: small;">Começar de novo… pode-se dizer que é como tomar um longo e delicioso banho, limpa o corpo e a alma…</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">É assim que me sinto, com vontade de tomar um longo banho e começar de novo…</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9TQQ_uX0ANkJTiHRu7NAMTgj0V75r1GjbnAp1FsJzfBBwdIDmoqpK0n3SliPBNA-rBGvQXlKg7TRRzYBUIeeIMcRTW6hI1l8whXXzIggSEhbd0rLbuFXkY_ZDfD3BiiIW5DFWXF9Mxus/s1600-h/Picture123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9TQQ_uX0ANkJTiHRu7NAMTgj0V75r1GjbnAp1FsJzfBBwdIDmoqpK0n3SliPBNA-rBGvQXlKg7TRRzYBUIeeIMcRTW6hI1l8whXXzIggSEhbd0rLbuFXkY_ZDfD3BiiIW5DFWXF9Mxus/s400/Picture123.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Picture by Léo Azevedo)</span></div>Niscahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08242122833381881862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852586411839505685.post-28491590796456010612009-11-25T22:50:00.001+00:002010-02-25T22:43:15.543+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HAlbZzr0ntNeiYcAOGomaX-VfTNQblNx3PGkYRt-4YaF6Z3JZW5vmXKh30cxHILaSd8GmyFHG0yAFdeIQn_un6G5EpeFvMGwFyttWHjF3ru7ZWnFDnWT1adxoqhAM2WjhMnZmaerHfT2/s1600/Webshots+%2811%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HAlbZzr0ntNeiYcAOGomaX-VfTNQblNx3PGkYRt-4YaF6Z3JZW5vmXKh30cxHILaSd8GmyFHG0yAFdeIQn_un6G5EpeFvMGwFyttWHjF3ru7ZWnFDnWT1adxoqhAM2WjhMnZmaerHfT2/s400/Webshots+%2811%29.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Este podia ter sido um bom refúgio...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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