tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12868811006481809672024-02-21T07:24:01.171+00:00Intermitênciasas possiveis e as impossiveis tambem...Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-24973923412095726892011-02-19T03:31:00.002+00:002011-02-19T03:36:54.258+00:00Cisne negro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBK2FcH0w-gf-ju8pbd3i5YdxVgLpvw-nP7Nt8dz_zJwpqRViLC4ys-AzG1almq_3QPDqo3ur5bH_kwF9OMG_A_bk4_BL4488-hxHCP2e90i_7eSm6F3HE2gBr21TP6YEBgxuDs7DPLNs/s1600/cisne-negro-10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBK2FcH0w-gf-ju8pbd3i5YdxVgLpvw-nP7Nt8dz_zJwpqRViLC4ys-AzG1almq_3QPDqo3ur5bH_kwF9OMG_A_bk4_BL4488-hxHCP2e90i_7eSm6F3HE2gBr21TP6YEBgxuDs7DPLNs/s320/cisne-negro-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575239356077306514" /></a><br />Mágnifico desempenho de Natalie Portman.<br />Sem dúvida que merece o óscar de melhor actriz.<br /> :)Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-1283723436517535292010-12-17T18:26:00.000+00:002010-12-17T18:26:16.485+00:00Pink - Dear Mr. President (with lyrics)<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UGNdkue6yC8?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br />Pink Tu és Magnifica.Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-86528522526091286082010-09-22T18:56:00.001+01:002010-09-22T19:00:49.675+01:00The L Word - Shane e Molly parte 2 c/ legenda 510<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/OT5ZH3bXZgg/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OT5ZH3bXZgg?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OT5ZH3bXZgg?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><blockquote></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><br />Se ás vezes não souberes como fazer,<br />Aqui vai uma sugestão.<br /><br />Beijo :)Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-85958271129791632822010-08-27T16:53:00.002+01:002010-08-27T17:18:14.384+01:00.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdj1QjCcJdbk9jB8y0MXWKsX556kwNc-xr7BtEaXEZ2rKAk3IGPj5g6OgiYri7kGN0RfQRVAf7rUasWsC5jyErkndvZd14xCOAtyJuWF8-1T5qsjvnq0DPjHzv0qww-54EED7QaLbejg/s1600/entrada.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510124614009952642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdj1QjCcJdbk9jB8y0MXWKsX556kwNc-xr7BtEaXEZ2rKAk3IGPj5g6OgiYri7kGN0RfQRVAf7rUasWsC5jyErkndvZd14xCOAtyJuWF8-1T5qsjvnq0DPjHzv0qww-54EED7QaLbejg/s320/entrada.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Entra.</div><br /><div>Está tudo exactamente</div><br /><div>como deixas-te.</div><br /><div>Não arrumei nada,</div><br /><div>somente encostei a porta</div><br /><div>à espera de ti.</div><br /><div>Senta-te, fica à vontade,</div><br /><div>vou fazer-te um café quente</div><br /><div>com açúcar mascavado </div><br /><div>como gostas.</div><br /><div>Estás linda como sempre.</div><br /><div>Fala-me de ti, de nós....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Sober</div><br /><div>Beijo :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-57869417224594612672010-08-26T14:12:00.003+01:002010-08-26T14:23:39.599+01:00A uma Mulher..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaeW1PwKhObac4F9667P6c49sE6Wz8ZUdZNLyakb4LGU2F_ruz-96Cvt17gZYZztmiN89vZkcK1f3f6fOmiQrh8xz6VJhiyK3GClqvuCOhpOQKbkxji3YI_DDMcO790Y3QQsC3ktXLfyA/s1600/1646042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509708119171026658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaeW1PwKhObac4F9667P6c49sE6Wz8ZUdZNLyakb4LGU2F_ruz-96Cvt17gZYZztmiN89vZkcK1f3f6fOmiQrh8xz6VJhiyK3GClqvuCOhpOQKbkxji3YI_DDMcO790Y3QQsC3ktXLfyA/s320/1646042.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Quando a madrugada entrou eu estendi o meu peito</div><br /><div>nu sôbre o teu peito.</div><br /><div>Estavas trêmula o teu rosto pálido e as tuas mãos </div><br /><div>frias.</div><br /><div>E a angústia do regresso morava já nos teus olhos.</div><br /><div>Tive piedade do teu destino que era morrer no meu</div><br /><div>destino.</div><br /><div>Quis afastar por um segundo de ti o fardo da carne.</div><br /><div>Quis beijar-te num vago carinho agradecido.</div><br /><div>Mas quando meus lábios tocaram teus lábios.</div><br /><div>Eu compreendi que a morte já estava no teu corpo.</div><br /><div>E que era preciso fugir para não perder o único </div><br /><div>instante.</div><br /><div>Em que foste realmente a ausência de sofrimento</div><br /><div>em que realmente foste a serenidade.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Autor: Vinicius de Moraes</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-62414384957243013332010-08-24T22:00:00.003+01:002010-08-24T22:05:32.027+01:00.....<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Xy8iz-lrv-tFAtMZSxTyUCG10hytfSMmTv7jWnBxy0P7fGNWxD1rWoSNcAvhHrT-OX1pFRcwauzK_GmMGeVkukoUNRkCr01IUvSDGyQu266spQKv1Duzwntntq_kfHKS21pOI1JSImo/s1600/341472.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509085023892475394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Xy8iz-lrv-tFAtMZSxTyUCG10hytfSMmTv7jWnBxy0P7fGNWxD1rWoSNcAvhHrT-OX1pFRcwauzK_GmMGeVkukoUNRkCr01IUvSDGyQu266spQKv1Duzwntntq_kfHKS21pOI1JSImo/s320/341472.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br />esperarei por ti...<br /><br /><br />sempre...<br /><br /><br />não te atrases...<br /><br />SoberSoberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-74334232573906330392010-08-23T18:42:00.003+01:002010-08-27T14:25:50.052+01:00Caro eu: Sober<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42k7nUtyvVvULvFNuQ6XS8kUVAR7kHnhNZoxb4MDV6aI6ePVuPYTvtTXtJ-_oUX_NOqXjZko9fz3zZ682KVyJakA6D1ul_Xav0aQ02CXUHi3iQKQk-k_Uuz9Zw1mvTh6nah-DOXNyQic/s1600/3057269.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508669744527211746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42k7nUtyvVvULvFNuQ6XS8kUVAR7kHnhNZoxb4MDV6aI6ePVuPYTvtTXtJ-_oUX_NOqXjZko9fz3zZ682KVyJakA6D1ul_Xav0aQ02CXUHi3iQKQk-k_Uuz9Zw1mvTh6nah-DOXNyQic/s320/3057269.jpg" /></a><br />
<br /><div align="left">A minha vida tem sido triste desde que partiste.</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">Ando atormentada com saudades tuas e sinto-me</div><br />
<br /><div align="left"> num vazio. Ainda não percebi bem porque </div><br />
<br /><div align="left">teve que ser assim. Estavas sempre melancólica,</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">triste,enquanto eu te tentava compreender,sem </div><br />
<br /><div align="left">o conseguir. Via-te a olhar para tráz,e tu vias o </div><br />
<br /><div align="left">tempo a fugir,a passar por ti.</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">Mesmo assim,quiseste ficar até ao fim,talvez para</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">me dares um último sorriso,a mim, que tu já mal</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">reconhecias. Para ti,eu já só era uma velha memó-</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">ria uma velha fotografia. Na última vez que estive-</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">mos juntas eu quis fugir e tu já nem sequer acor-</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">daste. Os teus olhos já estavam frios e tu já eras </div><br />
<br /><div align="left">um muro em rúinas,prestes a cair. Já não sorrias,</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">porque para onde foste não há sorrisos. </div><br />
<br /><div align="left">É outro tempo,outra história. Neste tempo,só ficou</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">metade de mim.</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">Ás vezes,à noite,ao luar,olho para o céu e sonho </div><br />
<br /><div align="left">com a glória de um dia,noutro tempo,voltar a estar</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">contigo,a outra metade de mim.</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">Juntas,voltaremos a completar-nos,a rir e a chorar,</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">amar e odiar,lembrar e esquecer,ser e não ser.</div><br />
<br /><div align="left">Para sempre.</div><br />
<br /><div align="left"></div><br />
<br /><div align="left"></div><br />
<br /><div align="left">Sober</div><br />
<br /><div align="left"></div></div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-36438558917747741402010-04-23T19:56:00.003+01:002010-04-23T20:07:11.755+01:00Ana Carolina<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywbAgQeXE3ufXMYmA_k0SJNNkycmemvO_7ZogD23IdL0_NbcpzJpMfdrb6APFUi9qU3IfJ9mSDrj2VQk_coL-WSqBGpTXRzd_CNFDoAHxOleKPLbiX3eDPKgQ957JjOeGLJWLtjOrr2o/s1600/9d307d9cdfb09ba02ee501e45b9c5e09-tb_200.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463410546946050258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywbAgQeXE3ufXMYmA_k0SJNNkycmemvO_7ZogD23IdL0_NbcpzJpMfdrb6APFUi9qU3IfJ9mSDrj2VQk_coL-WSqBGpTXRzd_CNFDoAHxOleKPLbiX3eDPKgQ957JjOeGLJWLtjOrr2o/s320/9d307d9cdfb09ba02ee501e45b9c5e09-tb_200.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Dia 2 de Julho lá estarei no coliseu.</div><div> </div><div>Beijo :)</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-45024385732522244662010-04-23T19:49:00.002+01:002010-04-23T19:54:55.606+01:00....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48v6cNHIIOiwTW-xeef9ytbhx_9Labb16itigeZFlcoqWxtA5dBwDqoFL-PWn_PqzmfcTMZLdVMeMK4I_De6HmyitHXxpdgqxHYlAhWdUXwTwx5yeOviZfkxgmilMXsU2lsGZTVqKCrA/s1600/3431576.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463408156196370050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48v6cNHIIOiwTW-xeef9ytbhx_9Labb16itigeZFlcoqWxtA5dBwDqoFL-PWn_PqzmfcTMZLdVMeMK4I_De6HmyitHXxpdgqxHYlAhWdUXwTwx5yeOviZfkxgmilMXsU2lsGZTVqKCrA/s320/3431576.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Com uma diabinha como esta,</div><br /><div>quem se importa de ir para o inferno?</div><br /><div>Eu também não...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Beijo :)</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-20883288844308591532010-04-15T20:02:00.002+01:002010-04-15T20:05:33.162+01:00Definitivamente...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5LpvnmfP3pjI7D6LEy_bXCjOpw3h_hQXqJCiO50Vb1-GM9VVQQtDsUbsIFv0ia9MTaJvttS_LBhi-K8GE8DkOnXdnQAVZhyphenhyphen4DQb1hHFWosB-TVV8iR3XeJIzYObCK3ar14ZsAqAAHc0/s1600/3563652.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460442321198979602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5LpvnmfP3pjI7D6LEy_bXCjOpw3h_hQXqJCiO50Vb1-GM9VVQQtDsUbsIFv0ia9MTaJvttS_LBhi-K8GE8DkOnXdnQAVZhyphenhyphen4DQb1hHFWosB-TVV8iR3XeJIzYObCK3ar14ZsAqAAHc0/s320/3563652.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">De ti...</div><br /><br /></div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-72830657021886149492010-04-05T02:17:00.002+01:002010-04-05T02:27:41.609+01:00....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIMfkdxpDZlLgBEKdW_8EIMCpFQKWATky71s7YJd1UqVQlF9zdUJr3tZohP5Y_xeJhttQcobtRKey45DxkJl4rZUDqLHxbgwbvsLunts8oL2somlzRt1xhxBo5WvaXRxspyt9qYB5u78/s1600/3507771.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456458946528935986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIMfkdxpDZlLgBEKdW_8EIMCpFQKWATky71s7YJd1UqVQlF9zdUJr3tZohP5Y_xeJhttQcobtRKey45DxkJl4rZUDqLHxbgwbvsLunts8oL2somlzRt1xhxBo5WvaXRxspyt9qYB5u78/s320/3507771.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Após uma pausa estou de regresso.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-3325250159264129602010-01-23T21:32:00.003+00:002010-01-23T21:45:08.354+00:00A Bela do mês<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BNLTsXVE6ThKViKL7O0mHe0SgGRn6JQ5iPoj7gi6z3ggxXZS9ZcQK-VR27jH8_P34YnUfg6OolNyzXN0-mhUWikY4nxdDKYrYNNlnjS9nhufz1RexttUGPns-WqXRpn_gT8at0yzi_Y/s1600-h/15_VB_Hot50_CharlizeTheron.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430052838571415106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BNLTsXVE6ThKViKL7O0mHe0SgGRn6JQ5iPoj7gi6z3ggxXZS9ZcQK-VR27jH8_P34YnUfg6OolNyzXN0-mhUWikY4nxdDKYrYNNlnjS9nhufz1RexttUGPns-WqXRpn_gT8at0yzi_Y/s320/15_VB_Hot50_CharlizeTheron.jpg" /></a> Charlize Theron</div><div align="center">Palavras para quê?</div><div align="center">Se uma imagem vale mais que mil palavras.</div><div align="center"> :) </div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-8394959966169453612010-01-20T00:51:00.002+00:002010-01-20T00:55:22.028+00:00Hummm....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENTmOiqVbLI0mYVRIoszj85g5iiNqDCaicuN7fiWJSv5VdFTeli0mtrj7oqQNT7JoilpJLeJm3qNHswloLWnF2DBm26ICLfaoDSZHRfwljKxhiy3P3Z8IkkDDgQ71zO5gzD5Q_NI7Tnk/s1600-h/1498469.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428618857575035362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENTmOiqVbLI0mYVRIoszj85g5iiNqDCaicuN7fiWJSv5VdFTeli0mtrj7oqQNT7JoilpJLeJm3qNHswloLWnF2DBm26ICLfaoDSZHRfwljKxhiy3P3Z8IkkDDgQ71zO5gzD5Q_NI7Tnk/s320/1498469.jpg" /></a><br />..enquanto fico á tua espera...<br />:)<br /></div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-20274990262214763872010-01-09T21:30:00.009+00:002010-01-20T00:58:08.864+00:00Cada lugar teu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4IYAerX4dQK0ddY9r6GVHWb-hdrL6s3wFY1XH7rtRRHen6fiDqZIGq1ZWiNbUnfoNx28Gx82rW9PguYbLerI5iXV6tKPXID3Ko-HyMHTn2yJzDwOXfgvHz5Da9tLy09evxs3aYE-t_-c/s1600-h/BXK2615_Por_do_Sol1012800.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424859455099955218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4IYAerX4dQK0ddY9r6GVHWb-hdrL6s3wFY1XH7rtRRHen6fiDqZIGq1ZWiNbUnfoNx28Gx82rW9PguYbLerI5iXV6tKPXID3Ko-HyMHTn2yJzDwOXfgvHz5Da9tLy09evxs3aYE-t_-c/s320/BXK2615_Por_do_Sol1012800.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left"><em>Sei de cor</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Cada lugar teu</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Atado em mim</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>A cada lugar meu</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>tento entender o rumo</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Que a vida nos faz tomar</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Tento esquecer a mágoa</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Guardar só</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>o que é bom de guardar</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Pensa em mim</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Protege o que eu te dou</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>eu penso em ti</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>e dou-te o que de melhor eu sou</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Sem ter defesas</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>que me façam falhar</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Nesse lugar mais dentro</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Onde só chega</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>quem não tem medo de naufragar</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Fica em mim</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Que hoje o tempo dói </em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>como se arrancassem</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>tudo o que já foi</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>e até o que virá</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>e até o que eu sonhei</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Diz-me que vais guardar</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>e abraçar</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Tudo o que eu te dei</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>mesmo que a vida mude</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>os nossos sentidos</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>E o mundo nos leve </em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Para longe de nós</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>e que um dia o tempo</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>pareça perdido</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>e tudo se desfaça</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>num gesto só</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Eu vou guardar</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Cada lugar teu </em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Ancorado</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Em cada lugar meu</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>E hoje apenas isso</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>me faz acreditar</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Que eu vou chegar contigo</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Onde só chega </em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Quem não tem medo de naufragar</em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcFmvCyzlJ8">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcFmvCyzlJ8</a><br /><br /><br /><br />5 meses<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sober</span>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-40321589409239388932009-12-30T23:43:00.007+00:002009-12-31T00:17:21.739+00:00Antony And The Johnson<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbRlkPKqhBfGf7WvIq3308rFcfvvMN2ZqP9ACWL6s_7ckfPs_vkrmUEZnlmgXOEkhDySmiTmMkrNpZbf3s1XklhZgc6j-9Iv3dibQkaua1tt5RmI6rnWujGJkUWyc822b7IOQnmvERLA/s1600-h/p67377r3d8u.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421182339373692498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbRlkPKqhBfGf7WvIq3308rFcfvvMN2ZqP9ACWL6s_7ckfPs_vkrmUEZnlmgXOEkhDySmiTmMkrNpZbf3s1XklhZgc6j-9Iv3dibQkaua1tt5RmI6rnWujGJkUWyc822b7IOQnmvERLA/s320/p67377r3d8u.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">meu cantor preferido de sempre.</div><div align="center">E cá te espero para mais concertos</div><div align="center">aqui em Portugal.</div><div align="center">Ao som das tuas músicas fico à </div><div align="center">espera.</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-61736007074502875012009-12-29T15:58:00.005+00:002009-12-29T16:14:42.632+00:00True Love Video do ano 2009<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YuqFhKWG2WM&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YuqFhKWG2WM&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Bette and Tina da série L Word.Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-40005135130920889172009-12-29T00:25:00.002+00:002009-12-29T00:32:11.000+00:00O Bem e o Mal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73QK8u6DBRMzcvetz0vs0Py563aOCTE22iLFiv7_FGDs_xcJ5pDdYQiPN6n7OgsjDYtd_x4AJ9TxcioTWMJgOrqnCVExEdfcOUujAnRkPTKZtvWiqocpOYuJc2AVWKbfJ55ggE1UfW2Q/s1600-h/2516665.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420449348028253330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73QK8u6DBRMzcvetz0vs0Py563aOCTE22iLFiv7_FGDs_xcJ5pDdYQiPN6n7OgsjDYtd_x4AJ9TxcioTWMJgOrqnCVExEdfcOUujAnRkPTKZtvWiqocpOYuJc2AVWKbfJ55ggE1UfW2Q/s320/2516665.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Constantemente me encontro</div><br /><div>nesta situação,cabe-me a mim </div><br /><div>decidir quem vence esta batalha</div><br /><div>se o bem ou o mal.</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-53514959276460475692009-12-27T03:41:00.003+00:002009-12-27T03:59:10.052+00:00Empty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHP230XAD_pi4mxCrZL3Bkv1ZBnetXVbw0vwGAU4UTiHwmIT_tGnZYJu6OpL5LaBjS0nN7vsR1Jty5PsSccGUz5b-uxWnIvefaC47Jj52MWTDlfZWAw68-SoHFgwk_pNSeOzddxOhfwSU/s1600-h/3060114.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419760228783962834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHP230XAD_pi4mxCrZL3Bkv1ZBnetXVbw0vwGAU4UTiHwmIT_tGnZYJu6OpL5LaBjS0nN7vsR1Jty5PsSccGUz5b-uxWnIvefaC47Jj52MWTDlfZWAw68-SoHFgwk_pNSeOzddxOhfwSU/s320/3060114.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Corro,corro...mas fico,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Olho para trás e não te vejo.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">O que te fez parar?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">O tempo escasseia,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">não te acomodes.</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-54039747615345589932009-12-23T04:43:00.002+00:002009-12-23T04:49:19.463+00:00Desejo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03VRYHj2hQ_9CQ5s1JklkhtgEmJWMN3Z9E2BFxVLSgRuiqa3lSikLmdnrWTYUDhvVtFhIT8vj9Eo12O9iwVIZm8W8PCaWsdE8XKpdrlpQVKb6MAPxuf6tAJ5IxzZNAdVJYYVCcIExeUk/s1600-h/2326897.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418289057633159458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03VRYHj2hQ_9CQ5s1JklkhtgEmJWMN3Z9E2BFxVLSgRuiqa3lSikLmdnrWTYUDhvVtFhIT8vj9Eo12O9iwVIZm8W8PCaWsdE8XKpdrlpQVKb6MAPxuf6tAJ5IxzZNAdVJYYVCcIExeUk/s320/2326897.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left">Ao acariciares o meu peito,</div><br /><div align="left">o meu corpo estremece tornando-se</div><br /><div align="left">quente e desejado.</div><br /><div align="left">Teus lábios saboreiam os meus </div><br /><div align="left">e nossos corpos se juntam,</div><br /><div align="left">unindo o nosso belo e </div><br /><div align="left">ardente desejo de fazer amor.</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-7137887817077606952009-11-30T15:34:00.002+00:002009-11-30T15:40:36.701+00:00Eu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGCgFWf9xoV65eCKJc2ft7ym8opCCBnupWv8fUfwXPEjkDpykIaLVCv5FhdjHH9OALdbB2yzE4By6ywUVuEppHeTMQJCA11GhlHqGFLPNww7ZpvrRtzFEF6LA9dFZb0pMZ65aPP9cEgpg/s1600/Snapshot_001.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409921963073726402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGCgFWf9xoV65eCKJc2ft7ym8opCCBnupWv8fUfwXPEjkDpykIaLVCv5FhdjHH9OALdbB2yzE4By6ywUVuEppHeTMQJCA11GhlHqGFLPNww7ZpvrRtzFEF6LA9dFZb0pMZ65aPP9cEgpg/s320/Snapshot_001.bmp" /></a><br /><div>no second life.</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-45961825798924504552009-11-29T23:49:00.002+00:002009-11-29T23:55:42.214+00:00Que bom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyurBN8yR1tB0gcuXEun_zZaltWuJ4SZ34Qk8hVvL4BnOQJwb7fJi2rpO_iuIj1VvS9cYFwfzKyTIqnx57-DThOai9qN1fEVWtV5pw3cYfHqAccmuTCPZDRe3pacLRfQCuV4Js99PXEeU/s1600/2213178.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409678480598453650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyurBN8yR1tB0gcuXEun_zZaltWuJ4SZ34Qk8hVvL4BnOQJwb7fJi2rpO_iuIj1VvS9cYFwfzKyTIqnx57-DThOai9qN1fEVWtV5pw3cYfHqAccmuTCPZDRe3pacLRfQCuV4Js99PXEeU/s320/2213178.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">te ter tido na minha cama</div><br /><div align="center">meiga...</div><br /><div align="center">doce...</div><br /><div align="center">aveludada...</div><br /><div align="center">sedutora...</div><br /><div align="center">assim foste e és tu...</div><br /><div align="center">Quero-te novamente.</div><br /><div align="center">Beijo doce em ti.</div><br /><div></div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-85869554720931512862009-11-23T18:50:00.002+00:002009-11-23T18:56:52.711+00:00....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJB0Wm2pL-NHRXAvFEvllmlBB6KiqsF0Xg-qt6PncgA3vhR3F4BaNtI93u-kWDtTD6zPjheZQmYEEkv-9wNQlf8moDr1qhACNl-Yn2GoCS0VSwuie7XjGhNT0maDeEiQ6a3fFwyF-HZV0/s1600/2872993.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407374959058505282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJB0Wm2pL-NHRXAvFEvllmlBB6KiqsF0Xg-qt6PncgA3vhR3F4BaNtI93u-kWDtTD6zPjheZQmYEEkv-9wNQlf8moDr1qhACNl-Yn2GoCS0VSwuie7XjGhNT0maDeEiQ6a3fFwyF-HZV0/s320/2872993.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Continuo a vaguear por este azul imenso</div><br /><div align="justify">ao longe uma mão aberta para mim,</div><br /><div align="justify">agarrei-a mas foi partida em mil pedaços.</div><br /><div align="justify">Afinal era de pedra, dura, fria,sem calor só dor.</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-38506633051313962092009-11-15T21:00:00.002+00:002009-11-15T21:09:06.763+00:00A morte e eu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4rAVoeZGAFAfqt1GKDI7g5lKSh3gBEu9xUBEZ7GMlnmo0AbtlcO2IxzG5XAwswo-iARA6tDNVeffH7Eo4r4nZFz6-ooAn_9VVXu2ah_U3ROHbR6KSUveO2TJsz66dKloUnQxWe7ItpU/s1600-h/2349864.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404440238892459970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4rAVoeZGAFAfqt1GKDI7g5lKSh3gBEu9xUBEZ7GMlnmo0AbtlcO2IxzG5XAwswo-iARA6tDNVeffH7Eo4r4nZFz6-ooAn_9VVXu2ah_U3ROHbR6KSUveO2TJsz66dKloUnQxWe7ItpU/s320/2349864.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Que venha o abraço da morte envolver-me,</div><br /><div align="center">na sua mortal frieza e me leve deste pesadelo,</div><br /><div align="center">que me atormenta com sombras e formas reais,</div><br /><div align="center">que me ferem o coração e estilhaçam a alma </div><br /><div align="center">cansada de viver no que chamam realidade.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">A morte e eu.</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-9250410236977502792009-11-09T02:51:00.004+00:002009-11-09T03:27:23.505+00:00Eu não te amo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic54O_O0CX8LXJ_9F3DGRPMNnbO4dqAv5BqynvUckiO63AckgD_PnSaN0ih8U29mLRnFa8mks95cMDIL23bVz7imsE6J59F7z3dYTasITTbbWGQfdj5wBiuSJ3xmoZ0H9iatGLWOuMgY4/s1600-h/2075531.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401939577199787346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic54O_O0CX8LXJ_9F3DGRPMNnbO4dqAv5BqynvUckiO63AckgD_PnSaN0ih8U29mLRnFa8mks95cMDIL23bVz7imsE6J59F7z3dYTasITTbbWGQfdj5wBiuSJ3xmoZ0H9iatGLWOuMgY4/s320/2075531.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left">Três Meses De Nós.</div><br /><div align="left">Faz hoje três meses que te conheci. </div><br /><div align="left">Faz hoje três meses que me encontras-te.</div><br /><div align="left">Peguei num livro de poesia e reparei nestes versos,</div><br /><div align="left">que imediatamente me levaram até ti, no sentido de</div><br /><div align="left">definirem o que sinto por ti, nestes três meses de nós.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Eu não te amo!- não! Eu não te amo!</div><br /><div>E, no entanto, quando estás longe fico triste;</div><br /><div>E invejo até o céu azul cintilante que te cobre,</div><br /><div>E as estrelas serenas que podem ver-te alegrar-se.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Eu não te amo!- mas sei por que razão</div><br /><div>Parece-me bem tudo o que fazes:</div><br /><div>E muitas vezes, na minha solidão, lamento</div><br /><div>Que os que amei realmente não tenham sido como tu!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Eu não te amo!- mas quando partes detesto o som</div><br /><div>(embora os que falam me sejam queridos)</div><br /><div>Que interrompe o longo eco, o som</div><br /><div>Da música da tua voz que se demora no meu ouvido.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Eu não te amo!- mas os teus olhos que falam,</div><br /><div>Com o seu castanho profundo, brilhante e tão expressivo,</div><br /><div>Erguem-se entre mim e o céu da meia-noite,</div><br /><div>Mais vezes que quaisquer outros olhos que já vi.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Eu sei que não te amo! mas, felizmente,</div><br /><div>Duvido que acreditem que eu digo a verdade.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Autor: Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286881100648180967.post-10463985440630591272009-11-08T15:19:00.002+00:002009-11-08T15:22:57.177+00:00....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFR9ITh3BNZlXKKlATwtnTG4TUB4aTQylgLTQPrG3W7zweBP0OhGSYZ3Xkyih_cJRxhgdsXhuCrvQPKa57S_XCRMSQ1_lwZPGG0fh6m-J3A_nd8g-xfu_IfZs_7c_XPXv25hUpEmLzFY/s1600-h/3162581.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401753476294314978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFR9ITh3BNZlXKKlATwtnTG4TUB4aTQylgLTQPrG3W7zweBP0OhGSYZ3Xkyih_cJRxhgdsXhuCrvQPKa57S_XCRMSQ1_lwZPGG0fh6m-J3A_nd8g-xfu_IfZs_7c_XPXv25hUpEmLzFY/s320/3162581.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left">Meu pensamento partiu no vento.</div>Soberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394406465217735289noreply@blogger.com4