tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250047822010-01-07T13:40:18.519Zahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.comBlogger495125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-33699428664955366542010-01-05T09:33:00.004Z2010-01-05T09:48:06.372Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/S0MKIcnCcYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/c68VFEnR7m0/s1600-h/Filomena+Chito.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/S0MKIcnCcYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/c68VFEnR7m0/s320/Filomena+Chito.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423189516519371138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style="text-align: center;font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><i>foto de Filomena Chito</i></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">Num deserto sem água</span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><div style="text-align: center;">Numa noite sem lua</div><span class="UIStory_Message"><div style="text-align: center;">Num país sem nome</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ou numa terra nua</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Por maior que seja o desespero</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nenhuma ausência é mais funda do que a tua.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</span></div></b></span></h3></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-3369942866495536654?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-6180832821358098982009-12-30T18:00:00.000Z2009-12-30T18:09:04.892Z<p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SznY0Prc2qI/AAAAAAAAAz8/FCSlmRjgXOI/s1600-h/2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SznY0Prc2qI/AAAAAAAAAz8/FCSlmRjgXOI/s320/2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420602018590677666" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Nada está perdido se tivermos a coragem de dizer que tudo está perdido e que é necessário começar de novo."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julio_Cort%C3%A1zar">Julio Cortázar</a></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Que o próximo ano seja 10, mesmo!</b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-618083282135809898?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-26305583385612029412009-12-29T09:26:00.002Z2009-12-29T09:40:04.248ZParabéns!<br /><br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGM7rSMubYU&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&showinfo=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGM7rSMubYU&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&showinfo=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-2630558338561202941?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-21395899511321882672009-12-25T02:00:00.002Z2009-12-25T02:00:00.432Z<object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fj6aAVf3Tu0&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fj6aAVf3Tu0&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-2139589951132188267?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-25341564201306173652009-12-22T23:24:00.001Z2009-12-22T23:27:14.218Z<p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SzFVTp6HFZI/AAAAAAAAAzs/fdV8qUPP9XI/s1600-h/merry-christmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SzFVTp6HFZI/AAAAAAAAAzs/fdV8qUPP9XI/s320/merry-christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418205622858880402" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-2534156420130617365?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-25676960094583836562009-12-17T16:01:00.003Z2009-12-17T16:11:00.420Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SypX7WPSF-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/-8PofUk2bDk/s1600-h/sweet-dreams.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SypX7WPSF-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/-8PofUk2bDk/s320/sweet-dreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416238178960021474" /></a><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:medium;">"Nos sonhos não é preciso estabelecer grandes distinções entre as coisas. Nada disso. Não existem barreiras. É por isso que raramente existem colisões nos sonhos. E, quando as há, não fazem mossa. A realidade é diferente. A realidade é a doer."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Haruki Murakami em Sputnik, Meu Amor</i></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-2567696009458383656?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-78984596701809164802009-12-07T22:14:00.001Z2009-12-07T22:21:09.060Z<p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Sx1-goAt9hI/AAAAAAAAAzc/GCUXoJPjqcQ/s1600-h/pink.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Sx1-goAt9hI/AAAAAAAAAzc/GCUXoJPjqcQ/s400/pink.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621426130548242" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-7898459670180916480?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-70667379382862636222009-12-03T16:01:00.006Z2009-12-03T17:07:32.469Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Sxfr5zJ9RII/AAAAAAAAAzU/oA7VDH1Y0c8/s1600-h/lara.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Sxfr5zJ9RII/AAAAAAAAAzU/oA7VDH1Y0c8/s320/lara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411052855525983362" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">foto de Lara Pires</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Quando vejo a minha imagem ao espelho, assusto-me. Onde foi que já vi uma lua tão branca flutuando ao vento? A outra lua está agora silenciosa, e de tão calada me pergunto...</span></div></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Se ainda me lembro do seu rosto, do tom da sua voz, dos passos perdidos rangendo na madeira, do breu que desbravei e da prata que o iluminou. Viro as costas ao espelho e sigo o trilho. Tão certa deste destino que torna a sua imagem minguante espalhada no ar.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-7066737938286263622?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-87425089688408157022009-11-29T16:53:00.012Z2009-11-29T18:07:59.998Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGDaMqqGclA/SxK33_TyrJI/AAAAAAAAGyc/4jV8tJOxRDk/s1600/borb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGDaMqqGclA/SxK33_TyrJI/AAAAAAAAGyc/4jV8tJOxRDk/s320/borb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409588274940521618" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">foto de Bessoni</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >-</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" > Olha, há dias recebi um mail.<br />- Sobre?<br />- Bem engraçado, </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >daqueles para se responder a perguntas, associar cores a pessoas que são importantes na nossa vida.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >É curioso vou enviar-te para o fazeres.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >- E então?</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >- Olha deu que</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" > não iria esquecer os meus pais, que a F.. era importante para mim, que gostava muito de viajar, etc.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" > Mas sabes...<br />- O quê?<br />- </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >O mais engraçado é que dizia que quem eu amava mesmo, mesmo, era a ti!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >Como se alguma dúvida houvesse..., mas é sempre bom ouvir !<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Porque hoje é o nosso dia.</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-8742508968840815702?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16828161590472726412noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-61025971814346627962009-11-24T10:56:00.001Z2009-11-24T22:57:34.824Z<p></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SsxmAYHTgdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pBF7tFfp_J0/s1600-h/CRUZ.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SsxmAYHTgdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pBF7tFfp_J0/s400/CRUZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389795010714763730" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-6102597181434662796?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-69857463694516919642009-11-16T17:48:00.001Z2009-11-16T17:50:26.881Z<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>O QUE MAIS IMPORTA </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>O OURO, O AMOR OU O TEMPO?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-6985746369451691964?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-9152813892894464482009-11-12T14:01:00.003Z2009-11-12T14:08:43.388Z<p></p><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnV0Q0NHvsw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnV0Q0NHvsw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><p></p><br /><br /><br />Ternamente para ti !<div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-915281389289446448?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16828161590472726412noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-49623085628485457012009-11-10T11:49:00.002Z2009-11-10T12:46:20.351Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SvlThfszslI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RHVuRTHzyBA/s1600-h/86838.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SvlThfszslI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RHVuRTHzyBA/s320/86838.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402441062917845586" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Se o 9 de Novembro é a data mais fatídica da Alemanha, repetida em 1918, 1923 e 1938, o amanhecer do dia 10 é o mais humilhante. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Os ataques que ficaram na História como “ A Noite de Cristal” foram o sinal definitivo de que o regime nazista não conhecia limites em relação à perseguição dos judeus. As SA, de Joseph Goebbles, encenaram um ataque popular ao sairem à rua trajando à civil, destruindo casas, lojas e sinagogas por toda a Alemanha e na recém conquistada Áustria e Checoslováquia. Na noite de 9 e 10 de Novembro de 1938, foram atacadas cerca de oito mil lojas e duas mil sinagogas, mais de cem judeus foram assassinados. Trinta mil judeus são deportados nesta primeira leva.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Kristallnacht, </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">fora “uma bofetada no rosto da Humanidade”, mas o mundo ignorou os sinais e voltou a face. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; ">A destruição, humilhação, prisões e mortes daquele dia foram o prenúncio do Holocausto e o primeiro passo rumo à Solução Final para o extermínio dos judeus.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Nota : Os judeus pagaram multas num total de um bilião de marcos pelos prejuízos</i></span></div></span><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-4962308562848545701?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-85239400381924102242009-11-09T14:55:00.003Z2009-11-09T15:13:06.889Z<p></p><object height="300" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/szfU-3FFVeQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;showinfo=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/szfU-3FFVeQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1&showinfo=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><br />Miss <a href="http://a2tons.blogs.sapo.pt/">Choco</a>, falta apenas escolher o Coliseu!<div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-8523940038192410224?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-36833172444174372632009-11-02T23:10:00.001Z2009-11-02T23:12:40.057Z<object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3gitWW7l5c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1&amp;"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3gitWW7l5c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;showinfo=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><br />E tanta emoção nesta voz!<div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-3683317244417437263?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16828161590472726412noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-82186666275255657702009-10-29T22:00:00.001Z2009-10-29T22:16:49.916Z<p></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Ssx0LiUzWCI/AAAAAAAAAys/9NZcawXOl9Q/s1600-h/wolf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Ssx0LiUzWCI/AAAAAAAAAys/9NZcawXOl9Q/s400/wolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389810595597080610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Bom fim de semana!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-8218666627525565770?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-67843692749068999452009-10-27T21:00:00.000Z2009-10-27T21:56:12.329Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SudrdEFLbnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/3bBPwPMEqYQ/s1600-h/Fear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SudrdEFLbnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/3bBPwPMEqYQ/s400/Fear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397400825482669682" /></a><br /><img src="file://localhost/C:/Users/Princesa/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><br /><p>-<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Um dia hei-de conseguir mudar a estação dos teus olhos.</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Paulo não entendeu.</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">-O quê?</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">-Trazes uns olhos de Inverno e eu quero ver-te com um olhar de Verão. Luminoso e quente. - O seu sorriso era terno.</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nessa noite dormiram juntos e muitas estrelas brilharam no coração de ambos.</span></span><br /></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Os sinais do medo, de Ana Zanatti</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-6784369274906899945?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16828161590472726412noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-92231948315316059112009-10-22T21:22:00.000+01:002009-10-22T21:26:41.431+01:00<p></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Ssxtbh-5DBI/AAAAAAAAAyc/HKBi3-NMK3E/s1600-h/jagger.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389803173801692178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Ssxtbh-5DBI/AAAAAAAAAyc/HKBi3-NMK3E/s400/jagger.jpg" border="0" /></a><p align="center">A<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">s pernas da mãe... a boca do pai...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quem é ?<br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-9223194831531605911?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-2333998478099296872009-10-20T08:00:00.001+01:002009-10-20T08:53:19.041+01:00<p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGDaMqqGclA/StzDvb6KkQI/AAAAAAAAGs0/IUql5gcmHa4/s1600-h/bolo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGDaMqqGclA/StzDvb6KkQI/AAAAAAAAGs0/IUql5gcmHa4/s400/bolo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394401673395998978" border="0" /></a><p></p><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">foto Olhares<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hoje é o teu dia, quero-te abraçar e no teu sorriso hoje e sempre, contigo voar!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-233399847809929687?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16828161590472726412noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-30569006378873005302009-10-14T21:17:00.002+01:002009-10-18T15:53:20.608+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SsEoEYMG3VI/AAAAAAAAAxw/eJY7jDJlE_s/s1600-h/AmandaCom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SsEoEYMG3VI/AAAAAAAAAxw/eJY7jDJlE_s/s400/AmandaCom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386630684989644114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">foto de AmandaCom</span></span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">O gosto da tua pele<br />sal impregnado em meus lábios<br />que me mata de sede<br />à beira da fonte dos teus prazeres.<br /><br />O teu gosto na minha boca<br />mel que sacia meus desejos<br />na hora derradeira<br />do medo de te perder<br />em meio aos lençóis.<br /><br />O teu cheiro impregnado<br />no meu corpo<br />perfume raro que nem a chuva<br />leva de mim...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >A.A. Bacca</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-3056900637887300530?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-84996010282812918572009-10-12T22:31:00.001+01:002009-10-12T22:33:10.970+01:00<p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/StOgZeWgvwI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Mhk8q5DVxOc/s1600-h/contos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/StOgZeWgvwI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Mhk8q5DVxOc/s400/contos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391829538397273858" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-8499601028281291857?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-89987091768247393172009-10-10T14:11:00.006+01:002009-10-10T14:38:41.560+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGDaMqqGclA/StCOTlIuD3I/AAAAAAAAGsc/_Lu53D9Is7E/s1600-h/Nuno+Bernardo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGDaMqqGclA/StCOTlIuD3I/AAAAAAAAGsc/_Lu53D9Is7E/s400/Nuno+Bernardo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390965220999827314" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >foto de Nuno Bernardo</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Como resposta, beijei-te ardentemente e fui descendo, sentindo a magia a crescer-me nos dedos...Desenhei o teu corpo com os meus lábios, moldei o teu peito, senti o teu umbigo e decorei as tuas coxas com o meu toque delicado. Senti as tuas nádegas firmes que se afiguravam de um tom dourado oferecido pelo Sol que penetrava o horizonte naquele momento. Massajei-as para lhes descobrir cada traço, cada curva, cada espaço, sentir cada reentrância perfeita com os dedos."<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"Secreto Sentir</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">", </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Maria Lourenço </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >em Contos da Diferença</span><br /><br />(em venda <a href="http://www.rumoresdenuvens.com/contosdadiferenca.html">aqui</a>)<div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-8998709176824739317?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16828161590472726412noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-87119231390807998652009-10-06T22:50:00.002+01:002009-10-06T22:54:23.567+01:00<p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Ssu7oCw2lDI/AAAAAAAAAyA/NLG6h9dPsfE/s1600-h/lena+headey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/Ssu7oCw2lDI/AAAAAAAAAyA/NLG6h9dPsfE/s400/lena+headey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389607675689866290" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-8711923139080799865?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-52779144607970707292009-10-02T22:50:00.003+01:002009-10-02T22:56:26.464+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGDaMqqGclA/SsZ2J1bPPxI/AAAAAAAAGr0/hj5SpMOfvhA/s1600-h/miguel+freitas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGDaMqqGclA/SsZ2J1bPPxI/AAAAAAAAGr0/hj5SpMOfvhA/s320/miguel+freitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388123915527601938" border="0" /></a><br />foto Olhares<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Faz-me o favor de não dizer absolutamente nada!</span></span><br /><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Supor o que dirá</span></span><br /><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Tua boca velada</span></span><br /><span><span style="font-size:100%;">É ouvir-te já.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br />Mário Cesariny</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-5277914460797070729?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16828161590472726412noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25004782.post-89261728258919829572009-10-02T15:54:00.002+01:002009-10-02T15:57:12.757+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SsYUW7MmPmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/kvxkfGbreOQ/s1600-h/nelson+ribeiro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388016388275584610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cboh-agGyFQ/SsYUW7MmPmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/kvxkfGbreOQ/s320/nelson+ribeiro.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">foto de Nelson Ribeiro</span></em> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">... se um olhar de novo brilho no meu olhar se enlaçasse...</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">alma gémea<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25004782-8926172825891982957?l=duasablogar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17459151974956188842noreply@blogger.com1