tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87175887610215751622011-07-08T07:19:08.101-07:00Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-49862773774990494432009-08-12T08:32:00.000-07:002009-08-12T11:34:56.893-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/SoMG_bjrxiI/AAAAAAAAACw/RokCn4vcj0A/s1600-h/IMG_0291_C.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369142867554715170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/SoMG_bjrxiI/AAAAAAAAACw/RokCn4vcj0A/s200/IMG_0291_C.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Bem que se quis</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Depois de tudo</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Ainda ser feliz</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Mas já não há</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Caminhos prá voltar</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">E o quê, que a vida fez</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Da nossa vida?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">O quê, que a gente</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Não faz por amor?...<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Mas tanto faz!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Já me esqueci</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">De te esquecer</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Porque!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">O teu desejo</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">É meu melhor prazer</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">E o meu destino</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">É querer sempre mais</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">A minha estrada corre</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Pro seu mar...<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Agora vem, prá perto vem</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Vem depressa, vem sem fim</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Dentro de mim</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Que eu quero sentir</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">O teu corpo pesando</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Sobre o meu</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Vem meu amor, vem prá mim</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Me abraça devagar</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Me beija e me faz esquecer</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">Bem que se quis!</span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">by Marisa Monte</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-4986277377499049443?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-28799714893773116972009-03-06T15:29:00.000-08:002009-03-06T16:18:05.930-08:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres revólver, sou coqueiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres dinheiro, sou paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres descanso, sou desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde sou só desejo, queres não</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde não queres nada, nada falta</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde voas bem alto, eu sou o chão</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde pisas o chão, minha alma salta</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E ganha liberdade na amplidão</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres família, sou maluco</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres romântico, burguês</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres Leblon, sou Pernambuco</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres eunuco, garanhão</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres o sim e o não, talvez</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde vês, eu não vislumbro razão</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde o queres o lobo, eu sou o irmão</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres cowboy, eu sou chinês</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Ah! Bruta flor do querer</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Ah! Bruta flor, bruta flor</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres o ato, eu sou o espírito</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres ternura, eu sou tesão</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres o livre, decassílabo</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde buscas o anjo, sou mulher</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres prazer, sou o que dói</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres tortura, mansidão</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres um lar, revolução</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres bandido, sou herói</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Eu queria querer-te amar o amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Construir-nos dulcíssima prisão</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Encontrar a mais justa adequação</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Tudo métrica e rima e nunca dor</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Mas a vida é real e de viés</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E vê só que cilada o amor me armou</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Eu te quero (e não queres) como sou</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Não te quero (e não queres) como és</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Ah! Bruta flor do querer</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Ah! Bruta flor, bruta flor</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres comício, flipper-vídeo</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres romance, rock'n roll</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres a lua, eu sou o sol</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde a pura natura, o inseticídio</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres mistério, eu sou a luz</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres um canto, o mundo inteiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Onde queres quaresma, fevereiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E onde queres coqueiro, eu sou obus</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">O quereres e o estares sempre a fim</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Do que em mim é de mim tão desigual</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Faz-me querer-te bem, querer-te mal</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Bem a ti, mal ao quereres assim</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">I</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">nfinitivamente pessoal</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E eu querendo querer-te sem ter fim</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">E, querendo-te, aprender o total</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Do querer que há e do que não há em mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">"O Quereres"</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">Caetano Veloso </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-2879971489377311697?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-47415538743824283062008-12-10T19:19:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:26:45.487-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SUCHFfLEXyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/64M58e3nLUE/s1600-h/The+reflex.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367291615239970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SUCHFfLEXyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/64M58e3nLUE/s320/The+reflex.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Não quero promessas...quero que cumpras!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Não quero juras de amor eterno,nem palavras caras sobre o que sentes por mim...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Quero apenas, com veleidade, que me queiras!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Que estejas e me acompanhes, que me desejes,que me contraries,que me saibas!<br />Tal como toda eu para ti, quero que sejas...para mim!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">little black book</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-4741553874382428306?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-2373599098571593502008-08-26T19:27:00.000-07:002008-08-26T19:52:17.072-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SLTA8rNgkqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uBaHuiDKLr0/s1600-h/IMG_0468.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239024415162798754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SLTA8rNgkqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uBaHuiDKLr0/s200/IMG_0468.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><br />...sometimes u just close your eyes hoping it will change!<br />Sometimes u wait too long, u fall asleep and wake up still waiting and not knowing... it just happened!<br /><br />Sometimes u die 4 a change!<br />And one day the change is your death!<br />And that’s The End<br /><br />And we never want that!<br /><br />If u miss your turn,<br />Waiting in line and having no other option but see them falling…<br />Don’t miss the essence of it!<br />As odd as it seems,<br />There are things we just listen…with Silence!<br />Some words need echoe!<br /><br />Memories are like books hidden in the dust!<br />It’s a privilege to have them!<br />Remembering<br />is all about those smiles we want to see…<br />Again… in slow motion!<br />We’re lucky to have them!<br /><br />Embrace all the changes in your life,<br />Don’t persue them,<br />Aim it,<br />Don’t try to control it,<br />Because life Happens while u plan It!<br /><br />BLINK!<br /><br /><br /><br />I’m all fucked up! Don’t know why…Oh…right…I remembered…I’m a Woman!</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">little black book</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-237359909857159350?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-591100744075524432008-08-07T03:21:00.000-07:002008-08-07T03:24:17.714-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c41IlQzndwY/SJrNBKUsCaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1UmdgRHigUk/s1600-h/d4829170x.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231719336978942370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c41IlQzndwY/SJrNBKUsCaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1UmdgRHigUk/s320/d4829170x.jpg" border="0" /></a> A Obra do pintor chinês Zeng Fanzhi.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-59110074407552443?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ninahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436861884672226582noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-10176169338569861892008-07-06T08:16:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:36.024-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/SHDk30DYO3I/AAAAAAAAABw/tmH5iV-Lpdw/s1600-h/Aire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219923615639157618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/SHDk30DYO3I/AAAAAAAAABw/tmH5iV-Lpdw/s200/Aire.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Y volver a ser yo mismo</strong> </span></span></em></span><br /><div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Que tu vuelvas a ser tu</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Libres...Libres como el aire</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Y volver a respirar dese aire</em></strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><em>Que me vuelve la vida</em></span></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Pero a mi manera</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Pero a tu manera</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Libres...Libres como el aire</em></strong></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-1017616933856986189?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-41554984399613645092008-07-06T07:19:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:40.309-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/SHDaKWiDPTI/AAAAAAAAABY/EWbNdB0PuTQ/s1600-h/Cama.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219911839504350514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/SHDaKWiDPTI/AAAAAAAAABY/EWbNdB0PuTQ/s400/Cama.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/SHDW9DrIKDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/A1PVyBWtwFU/s1600-h/Cama.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">All of these lines across my face</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Tell you the story of who I am</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">So many stories of where I've been</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">And how I got to where I am</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">But these stories don't mean anything</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">When you've got no one to tell them to</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It's true...I was made for you<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I climbed across the mountain tops</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Swam all across the ocean blue</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">But baby I broke them all for you</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Because even when I was flat broke</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">You made me feel like a million bucks</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Yeah you do and I was made for you<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">You see the smile that's on my mouth</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Is hiding the words that don't come out</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">They don't know my head is a mess</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">No, they don't know who I really am</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">And they don't know what I've been through like you do</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">And I was made for you...<br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-4155498439961364509?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-7747723083823565612008-07-02T18:40:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:40.490-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SGwuREXAKvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A7p7HkoX_BU/s1600-h/0,,8754621,00%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218596938978437874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SGwuREXAKvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/A7p7HkoX_BU/s320/0,,8754621,00%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Estas p**** que nos fazem acreditar em finais felizes e nos garantem que viveram felizes para sempre!<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-774772308382356561?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-23129605361471581232008-07-01T10:43:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:40.891-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/SGptLtZVsVI/AAAAAAAAABA/YdxcwmFD8bY/s1600-h/GGorman_Old.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218103166194004306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/SGptLtZVsVI/AAAAAAAAABA/YdxcwmFD8bY/s320/GGorman_Old.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-2312960536147158123?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-22781621161797328152008-06-21T11:44:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:41.074-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SF1MTRZiV1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3u1ICzNn2I4/s1600-h/232310_res3_CaptainJackSparrow%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214407837536638802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SF1MTRZiV1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3u1ICzNn2I4/s400/232310_res3_CaptainJackSparrow%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Me? I'm dishonest...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">And honestly, you can always trust a dishonest one to be always dishonest!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">It's the honest ones you have to worry about with...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Because you never know when are they going to make something terribly stupid!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Jack Sparrow</span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-2278162116179732815?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-30868888626877376022008-06-18T12:57:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:41.169-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SFlpIwLnxfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ndl9aI1B5jU/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213313642751575538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SFlpIwLnxfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ndl9aI1B5jU/s400/IMG_0880.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Yo me mantengo con,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Las pocas cosas que yo tengo con</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Los pocos sueños que yo sueño con</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Las pocas cosas que me dabas tú...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">El Bicho ii<br /></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-3086888862687737602?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-27321266040087254512008-06-18T12:51:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:41.301-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SFlnZRA_TMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zoCv33r0AQA/s1600-h/lp_elbicho2_2005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213311727420001474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SFlnZRA_TMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zoCv33r0AQA/s400/lp_elbicho2_2005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-2732126604008725451?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-71022125574356644892008-04-19T20:17:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:41.463-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SAq196Xj_DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4y3rsAckuRE/s1600-h/3zWi2G041968-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191161595742649394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/SAq196Xj_DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4y3rsAckuRE/s400/3zWi2G041968-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> ... love is like a mental illness,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">it puts all the logic to sleep.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Other wise we wouldn't risk it!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">little black book<br /></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-7102212557435664489?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-44035977838344940052008-04-01T12:50:00.000-07:002009-01-09T15:35:02.070-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R_KSRoiJRpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fBgKYgiMPQM/s1600-h/IMG_0542.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184366952692926098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R_KSRoiJRpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fBgKYgiMPQM/s400/IMG_0542.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> ...to all our viewers out there!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-4403597783834494005?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-40384160758321663242008-03-17T19:04:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:41.755-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R98jfRLE2EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Qxy15HSytDg/s1600-h/Intimidade_01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178897116592134210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R98jfRLE2EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Qxy15HSytDg/s400/Intimidade_01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Quando acreditamos, nada nos demove!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">little black book<br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-4038416075832166324?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-40146659675578604482008-03-15T17:27:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:41.958-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9xpyhLE2DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XA5ORtPdCYY/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178129988188428338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9xpyhLE2DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XA5ORtPdCYY/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Lutámos por Liberdade, conquistámos a Autonomia e finalmente somos... autómatas!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">little black book<br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-4014665967557860448?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-12101639487408943222008-03-13T07:11:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:42.149-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9k39BLE2CI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_lXiuTiZipI/s1600-h/IMG_0320.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177230768065533986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9k39BLE2CI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_lXiuTiZipI/s320/IMG_0320.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Já nao me lembrava que é possível arder assim!<br />Ja não me lembrava que as pernas tremem ao ponto de ter medo de perder a força para descer as escadas... depois de ter ver!<br />Já não me lembrava que coro... ja não me lembrava do suor da emoção!<br />Já não me lembrava de sentir o coração na boca...ou pelo menos que esse nó na garganta antes das lágrimas, também acontece por felicidade!<br />Já não me lembrava que esta felicidade assusta!<br />Não sabia que o mundo se cala... só porque estás à minha frente!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">(3 minutos do dia...perdida!)</span></div><div align="center"><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">little black book</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-1210163948740894322?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-77844606471137672332008-03-13T06:57:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:42.404-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9kzGRLE2BI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gwCsQiwPgM0/s1600-h/Intimidade_00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177225429421185042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9kzGRLE2BI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gwCsQiwPgM0/s400/Intimidade_00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.mariapenamonteiro.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">http://www.mariapenamonteiro.blogspot.com/</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-7784460647113767233?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-25902098971784785302008-03-12T16:23:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:42.550-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9hmZBLE2AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e2mMpHQtRfs/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177000351660038146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9hmZBLE2AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e2mMpHQtRfs/s320/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">...do you think about Me?</span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">by Achinoam Nini</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-2590209897178478530?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-49804873921955585292008-03-11T14:08:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:42.716-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9b23xLE1_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TcPIeX-YDNc/s1600-h/logo__V46867830_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176596259661993970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9b23xLE1_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TcPIeX-YDNc/s320/logo__V46867830_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-4980487392195558529?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-52794373589398897032008-03-10T17:24:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:38:42.880-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9XRvRLE1-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/dkCqT7WQeoY/s1600-h/082+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176273956726167522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R9XRvRLE1-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/dkCqT7WQeoY/s320/082+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não é Desejo...seria Cobiça!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mas não te quero...Desejo-te!</span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><em>little black book</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-5279437358939889703?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-38991790265337948662008-03-05T12:47:00.001-08:002008-12-08T20:38:42.965-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R88HFNsPUfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/a5msUibxnb4/s1600-h/Sapato.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174362283027943922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R88HFNsPUfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/a5msUibxnb4/s320/Sapato.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">...é aqule Ser que ri, chora e grita, sorri, cala-se, "desbarata", tira e dá...Tudo numa hora!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>little black book</em><br /></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-3899179026533794866?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-1220646609698168972008-03-04T14:15:00.001-08:002008-12-08T20:38:43.148-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R83KJ9sPUeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mhw2THBNBBI/s1600-h/yun_360.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174013819446317538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R83KJ9sPUeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mhw2THBNBBI/s320/yun_360.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> ...porque eu escolho sempre os mesmos!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">little black book</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-122064660969816897?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-49561818409199288792008-03-03T18:41:00.000-08:002008-03-03T18:49:55.478-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">(Cilinha!Alta presunçosa!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Peço desculpa pela "presuncice" abaixo "postada"...mas quando Altos Valores se Levantam, não dá para falar, tipo assim...!</span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">(recadinho)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-4956181840919928879?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-22186498818514130422008-03-03T15:42:00.001-08:002008-12-08T20:38:43.349-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8yNGCFIF1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/TO0XnXaBsxA/s1600-h/0305%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173665206718961490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8yNGCFIF1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/TO0XnXaBsxA/s320/0305%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">A história de alguém cheio de emoções a gritar na cabeça, contando que a mão a oiça e dê ordens à caneta!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Uma folha branca é bem capaz de contar uma discussão...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">A discussão entre a Razão e o Coração, que insiste em calá-la! E os suspiros que lhe tiram o pio!E o Sorriso que se estampou no rosto e nos desvia a atenção e nos tolda os alertas!E abre a porta ao corpo que nos segreda e nos traduz tudo o que somos nesse momento...Desejo! (Que redundância!Como se esta dormência nos tranquilizasse...!)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">É de ti que quero falar!Mas só te sinto! E não é de hoje...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">É desde quando te vi pela primeira vez, achando que nem reparaste! Achando que não tinhas percebido que disfarcei...!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">É desde quando percebi que os meus olhos já fugiam descaradamente, da tua expectativa!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Sinto-te, desde do momento em que me arrancaste um "olá" tremido (tímida, eu?)... sinto-te, desde esse "Porquê"!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">E mais uma vez poiso a caneta...deve ser do aquecimento central este calor na garganta, este encarnado no rosto!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">little black book</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-2218649881851413042?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-60299010730413605642008-03-02T10:39:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:44.251-08:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173215972781175634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 59px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="59" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8r0hLP_s1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xFmo5O9fOD8/s400/XIwBxs626517-02%5B1%5D.jpg" width="272" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8r1Q7P_s2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/c5Jv3N7oteA/s1600-h/rIzcZw817697-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173216793119929186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8r1Q7P_s2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/c5Jv3N7oteA/s400/rIzcZw817697-02.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173217145307247474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="60" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8r1lbP_s3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/B0_Fp0yQ6po/s400/132YJi342636-02.jpg" width="324" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> ... but you've got a secret smile and you use it only for me!<br /></span><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-6029901073041360564?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-77350098327009709692008-02-29T19:05:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:44.589-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8jIkLP_svI/AAAAAAAAAEo/x3ATGKOyFw8/s1600-h/IMG_0257.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172604695855739634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8jIkLP_svI/AAAAAAAAAEo/x3ATGKOyFw8/s320/IMG_0257.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Ela é tudo o que não sei ser... Normal! </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><em>by Niki<br /></div></em></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-7735009832700970969?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-2575179897984350162008-02-29T18:52:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:44.821-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8jFYbP_suI/AAAAAAAAAEg/us2GIOxxXXM/s1600-h/HeidiSeal_15550737_502.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172601195457393378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8jFYbP_suI/AAAAAAAAAEg/us2GIOxxXXM/s320/HeidiSeal_15550737_502.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">...their hands!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-257517989798435016?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-65797480138424174802008-02-28T17:46:00.000-08:002008-02-28T18:35:41.056-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Restaurante Esperança<br /></span>Situado numa das ruas mais badaladas do Bairro Alto, o restaurante Esperança nasceu da reabilitação de uma antiga taberna e mercearia, mantendo alguns materiais desse tempo e introduzindo elementos de design moderno. O ambiente é sofisticado com uma iluminação cuidada, mas acolhedor. A aposta gastronómica vai para os pratos de cozinha internacional</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Estacionamento</span><br />Não...achas?!Vamos a "butes" porque é no bairro e eu tenho de mostrar a toda gente estes ténis da <em>Diesel</em>!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Estilo de restaurante<br /></span>CoolPlace...mas tão cool, tão cool, tão cool!Olha...tipo, igualzinho aos restaurantes cool do Bairro!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Formas de pagamento<br /></span>Multibanco / Visa (oh pá...o que é queres?Tive de comprar os ténis!!) / Caga nisso...paga a Produtora!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Horário de Encerramento<br /></span>02:00...ou mais que eu não quero ser o primeiro a chegar ao BEDROOM!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Necessidade de reserva</span><br />Aconselhável... para quem quiser ir lá jantar em Maio! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">E pedes ao atendedor de chamadas que eles não têm a tua vida, nem são telefonistas, queres ver?!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tipo de Restaurante</span><br />Tipo "désign"...e tipo, ya, também servimos comida boa, se nos pedirem com jeitinho... q</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">ue elas não gostam muito de ser empregadas de mesa!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Coitadas...elas curtiam mesmo era participar nos Morangos!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Ou conhecer o Alvim!!! Isso é que era!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Horário de Funcionamento<br /></span>Mesmo, mesmo é à 5feira...Ao rubro! Toda a gente me vê!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Especialidades</span><br />Pastas, Saladas e Pizzas feitas num forno a lenha...ah e uma cena muitá frente que inventámos...O Couvert, tipo alternativo - 2 fatias de pão e uma pasta...mas agora a cena alternativa... Cobramos 3x 3.45 € a uma mesa de 3 pessoas, 6x 3.45€ a uma mesa de 6 pessoas!'Tas a ver?? lol...(o pessoal é extúpido é na boa!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dia(s) de Encerramento<br /></span>Por mim...!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Se algum dos dados apresentados não estiver correcto, por favor informe a equipa...mas deixe mensagem!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-6579748013842417480?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-67197189445529111922008-02-26T12:44:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:44.944-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8R7mPwv-vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Aoxt3jD0Xww/s1600-h/057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171394169124420338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8R7mPwv-vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Aoxt3jD0Xww/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Can I take a raincheck?</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"><em>little black book</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-6719718944552911192?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-18891379125494609722008-02-26T12:41:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:45.206-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8R5v_wv-uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-S82Ky0yxKQ/s1600-h/P%C3%A9s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171392137604889314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8R5v_wv-uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-S82Ky0yxKQ/s320/P%C3%A9s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"> <em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">little black book</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-1889137912549460972?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-9901238706597728832008-02-26T11:48:00.000-08:002008-02-26T12:00:06.293-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;">sms 1</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Logo jantamos fora. Precisamos conversar. Combinado?</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">sms 2</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Jantamos em casa. Falamos noutro dia.</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">sms 3</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Desculpe mas afinal não posso. Vá jantar a qualquer lado.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(reconheço...sou um bocado de ideias fixas!! Quando meto uma coisa na cabeça)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-990123870659772883?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-72212297277447814522008-02-26T11:21:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:45.340-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/R8Rp1DYrzJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nlDInrIDAqY/s1600-h/fotos+camera+sony05+500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171374632290995346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/R8Rp1DYrzJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nlDInrIDAqY/s320/fotos+camera+sony05+500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Contemplação descontraída, com um toque de egolatria galopante, polvilhada por uma leve gratidão desmedida pelo Universo conspirante.</div><br /><div>Que qualquer que fosse o momento, circunstância, disposição ou emoção... de certeza que o espírito suspirou. E por um segundo sentimos a alma na pele e inspiramos o ar com força. Para dar cheiro ao prazer. E deixamo-nos estar... Quietinhos. Sem fazer barulho. Não vá a vida acordar.<br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-7221229727744781452?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-79321992026556690922008-02-25T16:44:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:45.492-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8NhM_wv-tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pPCQoQ9BtzQ/s1600-h/AP080224042525_502.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171083673053690578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8NhM_wv-tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pPCQoQ9BtzQ/s320/AP080224042525_502.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Gala dos Oscares! Duas presenças garantidas: o próprio do Oscar e Jack!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-7932199202655669092?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-68187832455864649242008-02-25T16:04:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:45.593-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8NYDPwv-sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8sT3juzYTNs/s1600-h/ActressDanyelDayLewis_15550867_502.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171073609945316034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8NYDPwv-sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8sT3juzYTNs/s320/ActressDanyelDayLewis_15550867_502.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-6818783245586464924?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-63028440668768831292008-02-25T15:58:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:45.725-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8NWavwv-rI/AAAAAAAAADs/mZmY93OCN1o/s1600-h/ActressLa_Steve_15550520_502.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171071814648986290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8NWavwv-rI/AAAAAAAAADs/mZmY93OCN1o/s320/ActressLa_Steve_15550520_502.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-6302844066876883129?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-13392257356218966752008-02-25T15:56:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:45.868-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8NV3Pwv-qI/AAAAAAAAADk/xFjpyHRvj2k/s1600-h/AP080224046583_502.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171071204763630242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8NV3Pwv-qI/AAAAAAAAADk/xFjpyHRvj2k/s320/AP080224046583_502.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-1339225735621896675?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-14143439811261859992008-02-25T10:55:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:46.066-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8MPKPwv-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/G4BVeQvWVNE/s1600-h/ActorJohn_Leste_15551091_502.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170993465855572610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8MPKPwv-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/G4BVeQvWVNE/s320/ActorJohn_Leste_15551091_502.jpg" border="0" /></a> O que é que este homem terá de fazer para lhe darem um Oscar?!? 98 anos para um Oscar honorário??<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-1414343981126185999?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-91972357168573827202008-02-25T10:48:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:46.414-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8MN6vwv-mI/AAAAAAAAADA/Mf2zeVhaNh4/s1600-h/AP080224040081_502.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170992100055972450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R8MN6vwv-mI/AAAAAAAAADA/Mf2zeVhaNh4/s320/AP080224040081_502.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Boys.. Boys in the girls room</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Girls.. Girls in the men's room</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">You free your mind in your Androgyny</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Boys.. Boys in the parlour</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Girls.. They're getting harder</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I'll free your mind and your Androgyny</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-9197235716857382720?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-75185324521021679242008-02-21T16:50:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:46.600-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R74hIvwv-lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iQKWhM_raRs/s1600-h/137528976_f985a520e6_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169605856411515474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R74hIvwv-lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iQKWhM_raRs/s320/137528976_f985a520e6_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Detesto perder o controlo e falar do que não me interessa! E fazer birra sem querer fazer birra nenhuma... porque não consigo chegar a ti de outra maneira! E atrapalho-me e afasto-me! Só porque preciso de ti e não te sei pedir, nem te sei chamar!</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">little black book</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-7518532452102167924?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-24981328340816189782008-02-21T13:46:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:46.809-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R73xi_wv-kI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jp_R2OTQwQM/s1600-h/Xiiiu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169553530824948290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R73xi_wv-kI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jp_R2OTQwQM/s320/Xiiiu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">How many times can you say "I love you", not meaning "I want you", not meaning "I need you"...?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><em>little black book</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-2498132834081618978?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-72630045992817065732008-02-20T15:05:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:47.318-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7yyVPwv-jI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ei06nkcHHec/s1600-h/beatles-1%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169202550392486450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7yyVPwv-jI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ei06nkcHHec/s400/beatles-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> E no início... era o verbo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que depois se conjugou nos tempos! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E se diz agora, noutros ritmos, noutras vozes!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A génese é a música e da música nascem aqueles que a amam!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">O verbo é a música e na música vivem aqueles que o conjugam!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>little black book</em></span><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-7263004599281706573?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-47076245366318404032008-02-20T13:12:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:47.668-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7ycIvwv-gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y8dmXv9FjxI/s1600-h/IMG_0213.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169178146388310530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7ycIvwv-gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y8dmXv9FjxI/s320/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">He's so compassionate </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">He's oh so kind </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">All in peace, he says </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">All in time </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">He's wrapped in wisdom </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">And wisdom he speaks </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">So compassionate that I could freak</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Time is running out on him </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">God is out to lunch </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Time is running out on his decisions </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">And every day that passes </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Seems that God has lost his glasses... </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Or could it be that tears have blurred his vision </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">He's so compassionate </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">He's oh so kind </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">All in peace, he says </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">All in time </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">He's wrapped in wisdom </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">From his head down to his feet </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">So compassionate but oh so weak </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Now that time is running out on him </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">God is out to lunch </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Time is running out on his decisions </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">And every day that passes </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Proves that God has lost his glasses... </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Or could it be that tears have blurred his vision</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">He's so compassionate </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">It's all for their sake </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, I don't know philosophy </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">But I do know ache </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">This ache is bigger </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Than words on TV </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">So compassionate, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">How can he be? </span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">Time is running out on us...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Achinoam Nini</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-4707624536631840403?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-14753204353855869622008-02-20T12:28:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:47.897-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7yOIfwv-fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3r-VLhIpb10/s1600-h/IMG_0518.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169162748930554354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7yOIfwv-fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3r-VLhIpb10/s320/IMG_0518.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-1475320435385586962?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-50845549925785220552008-02-19T16:41:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:48.159-08:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7t5P_wv-bI/AAAAAAAAABU/DK6py6Sefeg/s1600-h/IMG_0354.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168858313058679218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7t5P_wv-bI/AAAAAAAAABU/DK6py6Sefeg/s320/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">As palavras são a defesa dos actos! São a banda sonora dos gestos! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Logo a seguir, o previsível...Uma imagem vale mais que mil palavras!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Aqui cabemos todos! Os que estão, os que chegam, os que ficam e os que lembramos!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Pintamos os sorrisos, quebra-se o gelo e abraçamos-nos com gargalhadas!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">De todas as prespectivas vê-se a cumplicidade!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Nunca, aqui, estarias sozinha!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">little black book<br /></span></em></div></span><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-5084554992578522055?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-74521077829417826492008-02-19T15:00:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:48.907-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7tlOPwv-XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JukW-LJCchg/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168836292761352562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7tlOPwv-XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JukW-LJCchg/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sou fogo quando quero,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">água quando me pedem,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">terra quando precisam</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">e ar...sempre a dois!</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><em>little black book</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-7452107782941782649?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-69599139433641481912008-02-19T14:33:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:49.156-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7ta9fwv-WI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UXGlNdy5fgU/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168825009882265954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/R7ta9fwv-WI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UXGlNdy5fgU/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Arial;">Another woman in the Blog</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-6959913943364148191?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-26910747186984192612007-11-14T14:47:00.001-08:002008-12-08T20:38:49.279-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/Rzt7NGAasAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/F6nfM1uu_-0/s1600-h/Spot.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132831665199689730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/Rzt7NGAasAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/F6nfM1uu_-0/s400/Spot.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>in Washington Post</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-2691074718698419261?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-16290059263990070452007-11-14T14:43:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:49.439-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/Rzt61mAar_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cs0IwUvuanY/s1600-h/StaJusta.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132831261472763890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29yaqUYsx_4/Rzt61mAar_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cs0IwUvuanY/s320/StaJusta.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aqui fica uma "piquena" homenagem à outra mulher deste BLOG!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-1629005926399007045?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01310418756273897611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-65946903425165728542007-11-06T04:22:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:49.627-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c41IlQzndwY/RzBdWS_jxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T1K1CG_pfVw/s1600-h/Rute.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129702613211923730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c41IlQzndwY/RzBdWS_jxRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T1K1CG_pfVw/s320/Rute.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>If you know what I mean!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-6594690342516572854?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ninahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13436861884672226582noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-81729840072174547552007-11-06T03:34:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:49.659-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/RzBSGssxx7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/QOxNdfbKGQk/s1600-h/Telemóvel+061.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Existem as Mães, que são as nossas.<br />Existem as Avós, que são idênticas mas com uma tendência mais acentuada para o “cházinho”.<br />Existem as Mães das outras crianças que encontramos nas consultas de rotina no pediatra.<br />E depois existem as Tipo Mãe. Onde eu me incluo.<br />Tipo Mãe é aquela Mãe que tem 32 Anos e um filho com quase 11.<br />Diferente, muito diferente de ter um filho com quase 10.<br />As Tipo Mãe ouvem coisas deste tipo…<br />“Mãe, no Colégio eu e o Manel estamos a fazer, tipo um trabalho,<br />Tipo apresentação power point, tipo..percebe? “<br />Sim filho? E sobre o quê?<br />“Sobre a situação dos refugiados do Darfur, tipo.”<br />Ou ainda outro exemplo?<br />“A Mãe gosta de tipo John Legend?”<br />“Bem, a Mãe viu tipo o ensaio que ia tipo marcar, mas fui tipo placado<br />Tipo mesmo na linha?”<br />“Mãe, como este ano não temos tipo aulas 4ª à tarde, estamos a<br />Combinar ir tipo ao cinema.”<br />Pergunta da Tipo Mãe: Com quem???????<br />“Não sei. Tipo com alguém.”<br />Ah! Claro! Mas a melhor:<br />“Mãe, nem imagina! Estava tipo no Messenger e a R<br />disse-me que eu a tinha tipo chamado de tipo feia e gorda<br />mas tipo quem disse foi tipo a C. Porque o M tipo Urso,<br />tipo contou qual era a minha tipo password e (respira)<br />e tipo ela entrou. Mas tipo a B viu e já me tipo confirmou.<br />Acha normal tipo? Mãe?? “<br />Já estava agarrada ao saco de papel a fazer exercícios<br />Tipo respiração.<br />Dúvida: Entre problemas no Darfur, 30 Kg de TPC,<br />Passando nos dramas dos níveis do Runescape,<br />E terminando na interferência da tecnologia nos<br />Namoricos do Colégio…<br />O Tipo parece-me o menor dos problemas.<br />Contudo, sinto-me sempre Tipo Mãe.<br />O que é óptimo!! Tipo.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-8172984007217454755?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-8784801575474819212007-11-05T07:45:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:49.833-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/Ry86vcsxx6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LgWlZJz0Sbo/s1600-h/Granda+Bronze+Susana.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129383087430551458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/Ry86vcsxx6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LgWlZJz0Sbo/s320/Granda+Bronze+Susana.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Peço as maiores desculpas pelo humor negro..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Lá está. Novamente.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Peço as maiores desculpas pelo humor. Só. É melhor.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-878480157547481921?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-89445368668336669002007-11-05T07:22:00.000-08:002007-11-05T07:24:29.183-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Introduza e outros verbos afins…</span><br /></strong><br />“Meninas, já colocaram protector?!” Frase do Verão em 2000 e qualquer coisa.<br />Por razões que a própria frase denuncia, manterei o anonimato da autora.<br />Colocaram protector??<br />É o mesmo que perguntar se já introduziram a toalha no saco da praia?<br />Já retiraram as chaves da carteira?<br />Já obtiveram moedas para a máquina?<br />Já redigiram o sms?<br />Já solicitaram um café? Curto!<br />Recordei-me disto agora…<br />Que é completamente diferente de me ter lembrado!<br />Completamente.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-8944536866833666900?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-27831665202861411812007-11-05T05:58:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:38:49.990-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/Ry8h9ssxx5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3f3YxXok60/s1600-h/Telemóvel+123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129355844452992914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfm67AmU5rA/Ry8h9ssxx5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3f3YxXok60/s320/Telem%C3%B3vel+123.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Priscila &amp; Nina...</span></strong><br /><p>"When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends"</p><p>Japanese Proverb</p><p>Está tudo estragado!!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-2783166520286141181?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717588761021575162.post-66261215020093805792007-11-05T05:52:00.000-08:002007-11-05T05:54:33.737-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Não. Estou aqui às voltas mas de facto não tenho mais nada para te dizer.<br />Nenhum desabafo. Nenhum apelo. Nenhuma justificação.<br />Nada. Nenhum discurso cheio de fleuma. Que às tantas até perde o objectivo inicial.<br />E no entanto esforço-me para encontrar uma palavra, uma frase que por um milagre<br />Consiga atingir aquele órgão supérfluo que por um erro genético não funciona.<br />O coração, claro. Não fosses estar a pensar no fígado, ou pâncreas.<br />Mas não. Nadinha. Rien. Nothing comes this way!<br />Que é como quem diz: no pasa nada cariño.<br />E daqui prosseguimos para o corolário lógico (para a conclusão):<br />Qual o próximo passo?<br />Ou seja, transformamos o que seria uma conclusão numa questão.<br />Racionalmente é um exercício.<br />Para esta dialéctica que se pretende cheia de sentido.<br />É de facto despropositado.<br />Aliás o despropósito acontece quando não tendo nada para te dizer<br />Já vou em 16 linhas. Mas também aproveito e exercito o cérebro.<br />Sabias que tenho um? É verdade.<br />Tem estado um pouco apagado, coitadito…mas as perspectivas são boas.<br />Sabes que mais…quero que te fodas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717588761021575162-6626121502009380579?l=niki-priscila-nina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236003601410750976noreply@blogger.com0