tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213946462024-03-23T18:05:48.976+00:00Treca... and it continuesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.comBlogger456125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-4458366860098261322016-05-30T01:29:00.000+01:002016-05-30T01:29:53.819+01:00thank you<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fao4nFmiLkU/TbQ-06D9RpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tX4w1I9vs-I/s1600/tumblr_leka8uPeGM1qd8z5oo1_500.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fao4nFmiLkU/TbQ-06D9RpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tX4w1I9vs-I/s1600/tumblr_leka8uPeGM1qd8z5oo1_500.jpg" style="float: left; height: 317px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 500px;" /></a><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">...Há pessoas que entram na nossa vida, às vezes de maneira tão estranha, que nos intrigam. Mas cada uma delas é especial, e mesmo que o momento seja breve, com certeza elas nos deixarão alguma coisa...</span><br />
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left: how I appear to others<div>
right: how I really am<br /><br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-57599054954571504952012-09-17T18:25:00.001+01:002012-09-17T18:25:16.633+01:00Time.is 18:24<a href="http://time.is/#.UFdc5XF-xiw.blogger">Time.is 18:24</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-2733087982403109422012-06-21T23:06:00.001+01:002012-06-21T23:06:02.052+01:00solidão versus força interiorWillpower, which is inner strength, manifests as the ability to control unnecessary and harmful impulses.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kYNgOf3yWUs/T-OanK70LfI/AAAAAAAADmA/6QI4-fKCpEg/s1600/Trekita%2BChaves%2B021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="134" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kYNgOf3yWUs/T-OanK70LfI/AAAAAAAADmA/6QI4-fKCpEg/s200/Trekita%2BChaves%2B021.jpg" width="200" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-70777141603232234332012-01-31T03:21:00.003+00:002012-01-31T04:02:57.230+00:00Insónias a refletirO segredo está em amar sem apego... <br />Pena nao seguir à letra a dicotomia budista do querer sem querer... <br />Nunca vivi a meio gás, é a frontalidade do "sim ou sopas" que nos faz avançar e a<br />confiança na solidez da nossa personalidade... <br />I'm free and I know it, trow my hair on the wind and face the truth with open<br />eyes and open heart, after all I regret nothing but letting myself fade away <br />in the mists of Innis whithrinAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-15691367216435843042012-01-27T21:17:00.003+00:002012-01-29T21:20:03.396+00:00.... officially sad<iframe width="360" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QCQTr8ZYdhg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-50227852078416401172012-01-25T21:22:00.000+00:002012-01-29T21:23:10.347+00:00SILENCE MODE<a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300867_190700754344176_190508847696700_432836_1862877875_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300867_190700754344176_190508847696700_432836_1862877875_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-26972421436014399112011-11-03T00:57:00.000+00:002011-11-03T00:57:00.131+00:00QUANDO FOR GRANDE...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgu8RNUbr6s/TrGx0SgGqII/AAAAAAAABOc/7n-CeOBFGFQ/s1600/DSC_5330.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgu8RNUbr6s/TrGx0SgGqII/AAAAAAAABOc/7n-CeOBFGFQ/s200/DSC_5330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670508917713971330" border="0" /></a><br />... quero viver lentamente, luminosa, em paz, confiante em mim e na vida.<br /><br />Está a ser bom, crescer!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-28415710916646247722011-11-02T20:44:00.002+00:002011-11-02T20:55:16.654+00:00Definição de mim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anna21.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/hand.jpg?w=240&h=240"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://anna21.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/hand.jpg?w=240&h=240" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Otimista: pessoa que viaja a pé entre o nada e a felicidade, os seus pés não doem apesar da infinitez do caminho.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-77493715620626968472011-09-17T20:56:00.003+01:002011-09-17T21:05:57.489+01:00Há dias que sou feliz assim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amandadliima.blog.com/files/2011/05/depre.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 316px;" src="http://amandadliima.blog.com/files/2011/05/depre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>A vida é muito mais que preto/branco ou que um grande borrão cinza de nada.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-9745270132623204682011-09-16T11:58:00.002+01:002011-09-16T12:12:00.646+01:00"I've learned the world is bigger than me You're my daily dose of reality"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YUE7n3fst0/S2o5al1dsjI/AAAAAAAAA5w/4ODifxFwBao/s400/girar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YUE7n3fst0/S2o5al1dsjI/AAAAAAAAA5w/4ODifxFwBao/s400/girar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span jsid="text" class="commentBody"><br />O mundo não gira à nossa volta, nós giramos com ele.<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-19541782639535614462011-09-11T20:19:00.001+01:002011-09-11T20:22:03.601+01:00SONHAR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djdtgefbq4M/Tm0KBaDEirI/AAAAAAAABN0/5g9ytN8m-Q0/s1600/sonho.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djdtgefbq4M/Tm0KBaDEirI/AAAAAAAABN0/5g9ytN8m-Q0/s200/sonho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651184126708189874" border="0" />s</a>onhar ao vivo e a cores É QUE ERA ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-51886876881977367552011-09-07T20:25:00.004+01:002011-09-07T20:51:05.158+01:00IMPORTANTE PROBLEMA DE EXPRESSÃO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ6CkNl67qE/TmfK7AsJoRI/AAAAAAAABNs/lWwYz_uIwRo/s1600/T.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ6CkNl67qE/TmfK7AsJoRI/AAAAAAAABNs/lWwYz_uIwRo/s200/T.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649707372705849618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Ser importante para alguém é deixar que gostem de nós assim, com qualidades e defeitos, e se não derem importância a isso, nunca serão importantes para mim...</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-45088734271659338422011-09-06T09:45:00.001+01:002011-09-06T09:51:59.040+01:00Cruzamo-nos com gente que nunca chegamos a ver... Vemos gente com quem nunca nos chegaremos a cruzar.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/253/2539222.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 272px;" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/253/2539222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />"...and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you, all of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right.<br />I'm tripping inwards you got my head spinning..."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-50727646290469861782011-09-05T20:29:00.003+01:002011-09-05T20:44:06.729+01:00"Tá-se" mal mas.... há sempre um "mas".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Wi1bIvAIRo/TmUmOBOAPYI/AAAAAAAABNg/Kc-mz5zQ-8c/s1600/2ir4rdd_large.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Wi1bIvAIRo/TmUmOBOAPYI/AAAAAAAABNg/Kc-mz5zQ-8c/s200/2ir4rdd_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648963329893350786" border="0" /></a>
<br />Não é todos os dias que se leva com um balde de água fria, as decepções quando surgem são sempre inesperadas, quando se é verdadeiro espera-se o mesmo dos outros.
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<br />Enfim nestes momentos sobem à tona de água os meus "amigos" Djavan e Jorge Palma para afogar um ego ferido nada melhor que ouvir com atenção, retirar sabedoria e tomar decisões...
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<br />"Enquanto houver estrada p'ra andar
<br />A gente vai continuar....
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<br />Enquanto houver ventos e mar
<br />A gente não vai parar...
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<br />E como uma vez me disseram "O mundo não acaba hoje, por isso..."
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-32597516976771161752011-08-21T12:13:00.002+01:002011-09-07T13:51:07.702+01:00ON/OFF<img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 305px;" src="http://blog.severina.com.br/up/s/se/blog.severina.com.br/img/Mr_P_Table_Lamp_DR_P001_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><u>Onde ficará o interruptor?<br /></u></span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-37926822917974178692011-08-20T18:42:00.000+01:002011-08-20T18:43:54.670+01:00SENTADA NA<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YX6QL8ZnN6I/SxzgudwMcCI/AAAAAAAAJeI/qC72hlmQSzg/S1600-R/image002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YX6QL8ZnN6I/SxzgudwMcCI/AAAAAAAAJeI/qC72hlmQSzg/S1600-R/image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> E de onde será que sopra o vento?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-58313514416480512912011-08-19T20:57:00.003+01:002011-08-19T21:00:09.792+01:00RECOMEÇAR<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YJDQJ28fQE/Tk7AZzZRBJI/AAAAAAAABMU/3JX5zfY7LeM/s1600/por_do_sol.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YJDQJ28fQE/Tk7AZzZRBJI/AAAAAAAABMU/3JX5zfY7LeM/s200/por_do_sol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642658932667253906" /></a>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p class="fr0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; ">Recomeça....
<br />Se puderes
<br />Sem angústia
<br />E sem pressa.
<br />E os passos que deres,
<br />Nesse caminho duro
<br />Do futuro
<br />Dá-os em liberdade.
<br />Enquanto não alcances
<br />Não descanses.
<br />De nenhum fruto queiras só metade.
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<br />E, nunca saciado,
<br />Vai colhendo ilusões sucessivas no pomar.
<br />Sempre a sonhar e vendo
<br />O logro da aventura.
<br />És homem, não te esqueças!
<br />Só é tua a loucura
<br />Onde, com lucidez, te reconheças...</p><span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; "><a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/miguel_torga/" class="autor" style="font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); ">Miguel Torga</a></span><div>
<br /></div><ul class="iconbar" style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; word-spacing: normal; "><li class="icon-link2 add2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; float: left; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/add2.png); background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "></li></ul></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-81296228048561685322011-08-14T22:30:00.004+01:002011-09-07T13:52:42.693+01:00A VIDA DÁ VOLTAS E VOLTAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gTxbykmqqXM/TJgXyKbseGI/AAAAAAAAADw/SEG6Z0cwFCw/s1600/rochas-no-mar-c1e56.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gTxbykmqqXM/TJgXyKbseGI/AAAAAAAAADw/SEG6Z0cwFCw/s1600/rochas-no-mar-c1e56.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos... mas, se formos amigos de verdade, a amizade reaproximar-nos-á." Albert Einstein<div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-17676709991771634372011-07-31T00:36:00.002+01:002011-07-31T00:41:30.784+01:00do what you do, the way to find the perfect place<a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221817_161979040528385_157874747605481_378431_6287756_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221817_161979040528385_157874747605481_378431_6287756_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-54650356199752369132011-07-27T22:51:00.002+01:002015-07-23T00:20:00.285+01:00o monstro precisa de amigos<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Sensação estranha cá dentro... fisicamente os bocados estão no sítio certo </span><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sr1U_ezsSvg" width="425"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-66405855574394628812011-07-10T21:49:00.000+01:002011-07-10T21:51:01.374+01:00... No sé distinguir<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApakQIE99Nw/TGAVPXgRseI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fUYvyF6n8DI/s1600/soledad_y_tristeza_by_magdalena220.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApakQIE99Nw/TGAVPXgRseI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fUYvyF6n8DI/s1600/soledad_y_tristeza_by_magdalena220.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> entre besos y raíces<br /><br /> no sé distinguir lo complicado de lo simple...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-47674802645488210002011-07-08T21:49:00.002+01:002011-07-08T21:58:39.127+01:00Resolução do dia e das noites mal dormidas<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIL979tiT-Q/ThdvdH96pYI/AAAAAAAAA6o/I9dQtKkFois/s1600/sonhei_te.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIL979tiT-Q/ThdvdH96pYI/AAAAAAAAA6o/I9dQtKkFois/s400/sonhei_te.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627088805568357762" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >VOU DEIXAR-ME LEVAR </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>PELO</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >VENTO</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-8790402400008872112011-07-07T21:33:00.005+01:002011-07-07T21:53:11.529+01:00Esconder ou Expressar Sentimentos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5wtWBEjNYo/TFyGPcF_7-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NmE0_45UCWA/s1600/doubt61%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 403px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5wtWBEjNYo/TFyGPcF_7-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NmE0_45UCWA/s1600/doubt61%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ao despontar dos problemas identifico o mais complexo,<br /><br />encontro uma estratégia e torno-o possível...<br /><br />... confesso,<br /><br />desejo-o indeterminado,<br /><br />com infinitas soluções.<br /><br />Mas a vida dá-me a volta e torna-o impossível.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21394646.post-78597822730539694262011-07-07T00:03:00.007+01:002011-07-07T18:22:25.657+01:00Confusa difusa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQQGARr_DhV8wyjjduX_Eqfc55TC36MYEr1-h86-uK7Gq-_v_O1oA&t=1"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 292px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQQGARr_DhV8wyjjduX_Eqfc55TC36MYEr1-h86-uK7Gq-_v_O1oA&t=1" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Caminhar por uma rua vazia, ouvindo os meus próprios passos seguros, cheios de mim.<br /><br />Portadas fechadas, cortinas corridas, portas trancadas.<br /><br />Sem certezas se o caminho vai ao encontro de algo ou se apenas me leva daqui.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12934442490155563075noreply@blogger.com0