tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296127312009-11-13T00:13:38.555Zjust me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.comBlogger565125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-28589082472755294602009-11-12T23:58:00.003Z2009-11-13T00:13:38.565Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SvyhherLejI/AAAAAAAACgY/-F_4pJpDSCs/s1600-h/Now_what_do_i_do___.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403371249479678514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SvyhherLejI/AAAAAAAACgY/-F_4pJpDSCs/s400/Now_what_do_i_do___.png" /></a>Pinguim amoroso: <span style="color:#330033;">now what do i do?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;">......</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Eu estou como ele.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Desalentada e sem saber o que fazer.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Na verdade, não há mesmo nada a fazer...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O motivo é que é bem futil, o que me faz sentir mt idiota:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">-fui á cabeleireira cortar pontas do cabelo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">e </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">cortaram-mo quase quase curto!!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Desde que me conheço que odeio as "visitas" ácabeleira!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">E é mais que certo que nos proximos tempos nao me apanham lá!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A seguir so me apetecem palavras feias, por isso, fico-me por aqui...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">.........</span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">fatima </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-2858908247275529460?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-61997755159082552332009-11-12T16:40:00.001Z2009-11-12T16:42:03.826Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Svw6pJ0Ry9I/AAAAAAAACgQ/ohXi-8gqnkc/s1600-h/fastfood.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403258131621989330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Svw6pJ0Ry9I/AAAAAAAACgQ/ohXi-8gqnkc/s400/fastfood.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Fastfood</span> </strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-6199775515908255233?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-74299043551264498092009-11-12T00:41:00.004Z2009-11-12T00:55:22.516Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SvtapQSXthI/AAAAAAAACgI/rjPhVu4I2Rs/s1600-h/pozinho+do+ceu.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403011842754197010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SvtapQSXthI/AAAAAAAACgI/rjPhVu4I2Rs/s400/pozinho+do+ceu.jpg" /></a> <div></div> <strong>Temos asas viradas para dentro </strong> <blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p> <strong></strong> ninguém é só bom ou ruim <blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p> pensem o que pensem <blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p> assim somos <blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p> mestiços de anjo <blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p> e demônio <blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p> ........... <blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p> <strong>de <em>Líria Porto </em></strong><strong><em></em></strong><strong><em></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-7429904355126449809?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-56194264606946775362009-11-11T11:27:00.003Z2009-11-11T11:33:51.743Z<p align="center"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkY-nXxCk_I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkY-nXxCk_I&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"> You are the tiger burning bright </p><p align="center"> Deep in the forest of my night </p><p align="center">You are the one who keeps me strong in this world </p><p align="center"> You sleep by the silent cooling streams </p><p align="center"> Down in the darkness of my dreams </p><p align="center"> All of my life I never knew </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"> You were the dream I'd see come true </p><p align="center"> You are the tiger burning bright </p><p align="center"> I was the one who looked so hard I could not see. </p><p align="center">Now I could never live without the love you give to me. </p><p align="center"> I lived like a wild and lonely soul, </p><p align="center"> Lost in a dream beyond control. </p><p align="center"> You were the one who brought me home down to earth. </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-5619426460694677536?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-85340341804230342752009-11-10T22:41:00.003Z2009-11-10T22:45:34.791Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SvnsvT_oUQI/AAAAAAAACgA/TgFlVWyf6Vw/s1600-h/Coming_down_the_barrel_by_gilad.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402609525572784386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SvnsvT_oUQI/AAAAAAAACgA/TgFlVWyf6Vw/s400/Coming_down_the_barrel_by_gilad.jpg" /></a> <div>Nós vivemos a temer o futuro, mas é o passado que nos atropela e mata. </div><blockquote></blockquote><div> .......... </div><div> </div><div><blockquote></blockquote> <strong>de <em>Mario Quintana</em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-8534034180423034275?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-65907133904576847452009-11-05T13:12:00.002Z2009-11-05T13:19:40.119Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SvLQQEaU17I/AAAAAAAACf4/znEN48QRTo0/s1600-h/edina+sikora2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400607877651290034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SvLQQEaU17I/AAAAAAAACf4/znEN48QRTo0/s400/edina+sikora2.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"> Se perguntares</div><div align="center"><em>como</em>,</div><div align="center">eu ficarei calada.</div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center">Se perguntares</div><div align="center"><em>quando,</em></div><div align="center">eu talvez diga</div><div align="center">já...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">.............</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>de <em>Geir Campos</em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-6590713390457684745?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-82354620750155231822009-11-04T08:30:00.000Z2009-11-04T08:31:01.740Z<div align="center"></div><p align="center"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GVFmdVnmN0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GVFmdVnmN0&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-8235462075015523182?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-494344867354129432009-11-03T08:45:00.000Z2009-11-03T08:46:24.974Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Su_tzetMCRI/AAAAAAAACfw/Wy-flguA68I/s1600-h/photoshop.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399795946912221458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Su_tzetMCRI/AAAAAAAACfw/Wy-flguA68I/s400/photoshop.jpg" /></a> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-49434486735412943?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-90737031128806884892009-11-02T15:10:00.005Z2009-11-02T15:22:50.459Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Su72eULVsNI/AAAAAAAACfo/iBirlNFvBM8/s1600-h/fattt"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399524003936579794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Su72eULVsNI/AAAAAAAACfo/iBirlNFvBM8/s400/fattt" /></a> Na minha memória - tão congestionada -</div><div align="center">e no meu coração - tão cheio de marcas e poços - você ocupa um dos lugares mais bonitos.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">.............</div><div align="center"><strong>de <em>Caio Fernando Abreu</em></strong></div><div align="center">...........</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">As palavras são emprestadas pq acho-as tão mas tãaaaaao bonitas!!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O que elas dizem (AMOR) </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">eu sei, tu sabes, nós sabemos, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">foi, é, será sempre,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">a minha, a tua, a nossa </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">VERDADE!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">................</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>fatima</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-9073703112880688489?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-71523745025407827762009-11-02T10:10:00.003Z2009-11-02T10:25:12.193Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Su6yk8xrixI/AAAAAAAACfg/-Hpmof20-v4/s1600-h/320.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399449351123340050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Su6yk8xrixI/AAAAAAAACfg/-Hpmof20-v4/s400/320.jpg" /></a> Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto </div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"> a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos </div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"> é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos </div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"> e abraçá-la. </div><blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div align="center"> .......... </div><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote> de Clarice Lispector </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-7152374502540782776?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-83352551195299293512009-11-01T22:13:00.001Z2009-11-01T22:15:42.963Z<p align="center"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tq3CTIzWmA4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tq3CTIzWmA4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></p><p align="center">Save me</p><p align="center">from this sadness it's coming</p><p align="center">or take me</p><p align="center">before my smile it's dissolving</p><p align="center">wake me</p><p align="center">from this nightmare i'm entering</p><p align="center">don't let me fall in the corners of my own </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-8335255119529929351?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-5065797880875051002009-10-31T17:33:00.003Z2009-11-01T11:14:28.372Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Su1tjObItlI/AAAAAAAACfA/3r3BKqAhO7k/s1600-h/7f03bf3f78f4e33d474ece228b7a332f.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399091980221855314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Su1tjObItlI/AAAAAAAACfA/3r3BKqAhO7k/s400/7f03bf3f78f4e33d474ece228b7a332f.jpg" /></a> <div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">As vezes temos que nos afastar sem olhar para trás.</span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> <div> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pq</span> em muitos desses olhares que deitamos ao que fica, nós deixamos uma parte nossa.</div> <div> A vida continua sempre, claro.</div> <div> Mas poderá <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">não</span> ser tã<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">o</span> boa e bonita quanto poderia ser, se nós nos formos diminuindo ou nos tornando , sei lá, uns seres....incompletos.</div> <div>...................</div> <div></div> <div><strong><em>fatima</em></strong></span></div> <div></div> <div></div> <div></div> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-506579788087505100?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-60435330429668626712009-10-31T14:31:00.001Z2009-10-31T14:31:43.499Z<p align="center"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtgIxU8TCyY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtgIxU8TCyY&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-6043533042966862671?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-79144356344598488442009-10-27T23:56:00.003Z2009-10-28T00:09:16.459Z<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SueI6IcRufI/AAAAAAAACew/7fQB8dozBW8/s1600-h/fotoscuriosas20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397433210706704882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SueI6IcRufI/AAAAAAAACew/7fQB8dozBW8/s400/fotoscuriosas20.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Ei.</strong> <strong>Vou ali e já venho...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><blockquote><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">.........</span></p></blockquote></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Um aparte: lembro-me de repetir esta frase tantas e tantas vez a minha mãe, qd era mais menina.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Gritava-a já do portão para <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nao</span></span> ouvir ela a perguntar: ONDE VAIS???,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">e não ter que responder :) :)</span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">.................</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Fiquem <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">bemmmmmm</span></span>,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">deixo beijos e o meu carinho!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">:)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">fatima</span></span></strong></em></span></p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-7914435634459848844?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-56380121089545678832009-10-27T21:32:00.001Z2009-10-27T21:35:52.225Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SudnDpVmLuI/AAAAAAAACeA/SHlfonlLbOs/s1600-h/enjoy_the_silence_by_utopic_man.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397395990760533730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SudnDpVmLuI/AAAAAAAACeA/SHlfonlLbOs/s400/enjoy_the_silence_by_utopic_man.jpg" /></a> <div>Com os meus amigos aprendi que o que dói às aves</div><div> </div><div>Não é o serem atingidas, mas que,</div><div> </div><div>Uma vez atingidas,</div><div> </div><div>O caçador não repare na sua queda.</div><div> </div><div>.............</div><div> </div><div><strong>Poema de <em>Daniel Faria</em></strong><em> </em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-5638012108954567883?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-20900283677408569942009-10-27T12:30:00.000Z2009-10-27T12:36:36.602Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SubpSI-Lx9I/AAAAAAAACd4/vtholXtzk5A/s1600-h/filadasopa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397257701305337810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SubpSI-Lx9I/AAAAAAAACd4/vtholXtzk5A/s400/filadasopa.jpg" /></a> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-2090028367740856994?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-13537690718541905232009-10-26T20:48:00.004Z2009-10-26T21:06:50.478Z<p align="center"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r8ZVZdUeDs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r8ZVZdUeDs&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O solista</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Não sei que dizer...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">...alguns irão achar dele um filme cansativo e talvez mesmo aborrecido...</span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Eu AMEI,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">para mim é um filme-poema.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Poema sobre amizade música boa vontade liberdade.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Tudo coisas boas e bonitas que cabem mesmo na realidade. Na nossa realidade!, se nós quisermos muito muito muito. E não desistirmos...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">................</span></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O Solista conta uma hisória veridica e é baseado num livro de Steve L</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">opez. </span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mr Lopez que admite não conseguir consertar los Angeles e confessa nem saber se ajudou Mr Ayers, mas a mim fez-me feliz durante duas horas!!!!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A banda sonora é delirante, falta acrescentar.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A interpretação de Jamie Foxx é muito muito boa mas eu gostei mais de Robert Downey Jr, gostos ;)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">...................</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">fatima</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-1353769071854190523?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-82394928875362437932009-10-23T19:52:00.001+01:002009-10-23T19:57:02.708+01:00<p align="center"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h1Us3M8vq9Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h1Us3M8vq9Q&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-8239492887536243793?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-88164142574905322542009-10-23T10:00:00.002+01:002009-10-23T10:13:29.089+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SuFxZRemNpI/AAAAAAAACZU/amg5q0UdLQE/s1600-h/289cd9f6e59e6a9ac092a2340d1344c8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395718507568969362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SuFxZRemNpI/AAAAAAAACZU/amg5q0UdLQE/s400/289cd9f6e59e6a9ac092a2340d1344c8.jpg" /></a><strong> Não sei, deixo rolar. Vou olhar os caminhos, o que tiver mais coração, eu sigo.</strong></div><blockquote><p align="center"><strong></strong> </p></blockquote><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">De <em>Fernando Caio Abreu</em></p><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"><em>......................</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>O meu caminho é cada manhã</em>. Disse o poeta. Fernando Pessoa.</span></div><div align="left"><blockquote><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O meu caminho começa cada manhã, feito numa estrada já antiga com flores lado direito flores lado esquerdo sem cruzamentos nem estradas secundárias e lá longe, no fim dele, está o amor. Digo eu. fatima.</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-8816414257490532254?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-13960741020326576372009-10-22T08:41:00.002+01:002009-10-22T14:23:34.512+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SuANRY3rcMI/AAAAAAAACZM/axm6IjVv7co/s1600-h/Sick_by_Alephunky.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395326945974776002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/SuANRY3rcMI/AAAAAAAACZM/axm6IjVv7co/s400/Sick_by_Alephunky.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">O meu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">coração</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">já</span> quebrou tantas vezes</span> </div><blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">eu agora chamo-lhe de coração-remendado</span> </div><blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">A minha cabeça já cansou tantas vezes</span> </div><blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">eu agora chamo-lhe de cabeça-estafada</span> </div><blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">O resto de mim continua razoavelmente bem</span> </div><blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">e eu as vezes penso disso: um <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">desperdício</span>.</span> </div><blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">.....</span> </div><blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div align="center"> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">fatima</span></em></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-1396074102032657637?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-81864853043796842772009-10-21T14:52:00.002+01:002009-10-21T15:12:10.963+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/St8SY9nDSmI/AAAAAAAACZE/P7aNRXyF5fE/s1600-h/Lady-300.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395051098677660258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/St8SY9nDSmI/AAAAAAAACZE/P7aNRXyF5fE/s400/Lady-300.jpg" /></a> No início,</div><div align="center"><blockquote><p></p><p></p></blockquote></div><div align="center">eu queria um instante.</div><blockquote></blockquote><p></p><p></p><div align="center"> <em>A flor.</em></div><blockquote><em></em></blockquote><p><em></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em></p><div align="center"> Depois,</div><div align="center"><blockquote><p></p><p></p></blockquote></div><div align="center">nem a eternidade me bastava.</div><blockquote></blockquote><p></p><p></p><div align="center">E desejava a vertigem</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">do incêndio partilhado.</div><div align="center"> <em>O fruto.</em> <blockquote><p></p><p></p></blockquote></div><div align="center"> Agora,</div><div align="center">quero apenas</div><div align="center">o que havia antes de haver vida.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> <em>A semente.</em></div><blockquote></blockquote><p></p><p></p><div align="center"> ............ </div><blockquote></blockquote><p></p><p></p><div align="center"> <strong>Poema de <em>Mia Couto</em> em <em>Idades, Cidades, Divindades</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-8186485304379684277?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-58267020421407926982009-10-20T20:47:00.004+01:002009-10-20T20:53:56.297+01:00<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/St4UDX4I2vI/AAAAAAAACYs/Bo5sDIlAZmA/s1600-h/fotosquegosto27.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394771451818072818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/St4UDX4I2vI/AAAAAAAACYs/Bo5sDIlAZmA/s400/fotosquegosto27.jpg" /></a> <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/St4Ub6ulJLI/AAAAAAAACY0/ViH80te1lAc/s1600-h/fotosquegosto28.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394771873490085042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/St4Ub6ulJLI/AAAAAAAACY0/ViH80te1lAc/s400/fotosquegosto28.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/St4UcpbClMI/AAAAAAAACY8/NFLVYdryALc/s1600-h/fotosquegosto37.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394771886024594626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/St4UcpbClMI/AAAAAAAACY8/NFLVYdryALc/s400/fotosquegosto37.jpg" /></a> <div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-5826702042140792698?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-43507669708316290062009-10-19T20:35:00.003+01:002009-10-19T20:42:19.895+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Sty_tQry9tI/AAAAAAAACYk/40XWprTsrSE/s1600-h/love+me+or.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394397237976692434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Sty_tQry9tI/AAAAAAAACYk/40XWprTsrSE/s400/love+me+or.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong> Dizem-me que:</strong></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><div align="center"> </strong>-Penso demais</div><div align="center"> -Falo demais</div><div align="center"> -Sinto demais</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> -Choro demais</div><div align="center"> -Refilo demais</div><div align="center"> -Ralho (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, que vergonha) demais</div><div align="center"> -Amuo (vergonha outra vez) demais</div><div align="center">....</div><div align="center"> <strong>Mas nunca me dizem que:</strong></div><strong><div align="center"> </strong>-Gosto demais</div><div align="center"> -Dou beijos demais</div><div align="center"> -Mimo e abraço demais</div><div align="center"> -Compreendo demais</div><div align="center"> -Aceito demais</div><div align="center"> -Perdoo demais</div><div align="center"> -Dou de mim demais!!</div><div align="center">.....</div><div align="center"> Hoje:</div><div align="center"> para os que <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">usufruem</span> da parte boa de mim e não têm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paciência</span> para a outra</div><div align="center"> o meu pensamento é: </div><div align="center"> -- Oh, vão pentear macacos!!!</div><div align="center">(peço desc pela expressao infantil)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">.....</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> <em><strong>fatima</strong></em></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-4350766970831629006?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-80560942692292747802009-10-19T13:55:00.003+01:002009-10-19T14:01:21.951+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Stxh9a6sJnI/AAAAAAAACYc/cZL1DgJ0ST4/s1600-h/d1e3cf5614de9a6e175cab437740bd7b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394294161508410994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7tM6maqFQg/Stxh9a6sJnI/AAAAAAAACYc/cZL1DgJ0ST4/s400/d1e3cf5614de9a6e175cab437740bd7b.jpg" /></a> <div align="center">Um dia, quando começa, parece igual aos</div><div align="center">outros.</div><div align="center"><blockquote><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote></div><div align="center">A mesma luz que entra pela janela,</div><div align="center"><blockquote><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote></div><div align="center">ruídos de obras e automóveis, vozes…</div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote> <div align="center"> Mas</div><div align="center"><blockquote><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote></div><div align="center">o que nesse dia me falta é outra coisa. a tua</div><div align="center"><blockquote><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote></div><div align="center">voz, a surpresa de cada instante que me dás,</div><div align="center"><blockquote><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote></div><div align="center">uma luz diferente que não vem de fora, da <blockquote><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote></div><div align="center">mesma rua e do mesmo céu, mas de dentro <blockquote><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote></div><div align="center">de ti. <blockquote><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote></div><blockquote></blockquote> <div align="center"> <strong>de um poema de <em>Nuno Júdice </em></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-8056094269229274780?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29612731.post-36685457976787623072009-10-17T13:24:00.001+01:002009-10-17T13:30:36.994+01:00<p align="center"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VoOS317b4c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VoOS317b4c&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29612731-3668545797678762307?l=justme-anordinarygirl.blogspot.com'/></div>just me, an ordinary girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312566282468231646fatimapb71@hotmail.com1