tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12076050653047966212024-02-21T08:14:39.798+00:00(¯`·._.· The Riddle ·._.·´¯). . . Enigmas, puzzles & labirintos do Ser nesta viagem interminável`·.¸¸.·´´¯`··._.·Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-88013322031333479622008-07-13T20:36:00.004+01:002008-07-13T21:12:40.073+01:00Go out and share it<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br />Secret heart<br />What are you made of<br />What are you so afraid of<br />Could it be<br />Three simple words<br />Or the fear of being overheard<br />What's wrong<br /><br />Let em' in on your secret heart<br /><br />Secret Heart<br />Why so mysterious<br />Why so sacred<br />Why so serious<br />Maybe you're<br />Just acting tough<br />Maybe you're just not man enough<br />What's wrong<br /><br />Let em' in on your secret heart<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kHHVjJi2NkAY7hwPSGbU32eoox1GWbyphC13_qynL_qk5QvO1pqBM30Rfutn23W_5NjFvODuZEDkWQOYbaLZZC-gsfmp08RGc0BR3oOKCfxE5oCaIOnTzy8ywwHmB99pVPiHv_Eq1Ndw/s1600-h/mysterious-heart.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kHHVjJi2NkAY7hwPSGbU32eoox1GWbyphC13_qynL_qk5QvO1pqBM30Rfutn23W_5NjFvODuZEDkWQOYbaLZZC-gsfmp08RGc0BR3oOKCfxE5oCaIOnTzy8ywwHmB99pVPiHv_Eq1Ndw/s400/mysterious-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222593778802062754" border="0" /></a><br />This very secret<br />That you're trying to conceal<br />Is the very same one<br />That You're dying to reveal<br />Go tell him how you feel<br /><br />Secret heart come out and share it<br />This loneliness, few can bear it<br />Could it have something to do with<br />Admitting that you just can't go through it alone?<br /><br />Let em' in on your secret heart<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bj1w0vxCC2w&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bj1w0vxCC2w&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />This very secret<br />That you're trying to conceal<br />Is the very same one<br />That you're dying to reveal<br />Go tell him how you feel<br />This very secret heart<br /><br />Go out and share it<br />This very secret heartAcropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-68766753574644639872008-05-09T23:23:00.004+01:002008-05-10T00:39:47.985+01:00O Ritmo da Chuva<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1YiRf5DGWg7Segf330dbbtO7roLx-gLUPQkRYUUOKPW_9ckAGlRhLR-hYsl4g-s1y3_I1y0eQnKDM1hLQxpS7mzmkar_HmgqDYQD9c2I428PLmJMmwoQEyaVM4m_tbKYlIw4RhPpZN4h/s1600-h/black_rain_by_hres.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1YiRf5DGWg7Segf330dbbtO7roLx-gLUPQkRYUUOKPW_9ckAGlRhLR-hYsl4g-s1y3_I1y0eQnKDM1hLQxpS7mzmkar_HmgqDYQD9c2I428PLmJMmwoQEyaVM4m_tbKYlIw4RhPpZN4h/s400/black_rain_by_hres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198526360513346754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Olho para a chuva que não quer cessar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nela vejo o meu amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Essa chuva ingrata que não vai parar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P'ra aliviar a minha dor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eu sei que o meu amor p'ra muito longe foi</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Numa chuva que caiu</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ó gente, por favor, p'ra ela vá contar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Que o meu coração se partiu</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chuva traga o meu benzinho</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pois preciso de carinho</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Diga a ela p'ra não me deixar triste assim</span><br /><object style="font-weight: bold;" height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sei7o06adII&hl=pt-br"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sei7o06adII&hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O ritmo dos pingos ao cair no chão</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Só me deixa relembrar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomara que eu não fique a esperar em vão</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Por ela que me faz chorar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chuva traga o meu benzinho</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pois preciso de carinho</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Diga a ela p'ra não me deixar triste assim</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O ritmo dos pingos ao cair no chão</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Só me deixa relembrar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomara que eu não fique a esperar em vão</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Por ela que me faz chorar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ó chuva traga o meu amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chove chuva, traga o meu amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ó chuva traga o meu amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chove chuva, traga o meu amor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"O Ritmo da Chuva" (John Gummoe - Demétrius)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wfXLrr8Aos04pngo-1H2kbMXz3jMtQLcFsYbh6Xyv8a9rHTQ90bkxUk67T_BkzGV184EWhJ1tZdQk0CzNbU8h-tnvUGIcuwZC_vuhgqjhSapFOYY_TpJzy8Opr1fTT7WV3OvzfmNrR46/s1600-h/waitingattherain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wfXLrr8Aos04pngo-1H2kbMXz3jMtQLcFsYbh6Xyv8a9rHTQ90bkxUk67T_BkzGV184EWhJ1tZdQk0CzNbU8h-tnvUGIcuwZC_vuhgqjhSapFOYY_TpJzy8Opr1fTT7WV3OvzfmNrR46/s400/waitingattherain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198526648276155602" border="0" /></a>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-83562229692138169952008-04-13T02:01:00.022+01:002008-04-14T15:54:45.178+01:00We'll always be together, however far it seems...<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiG9szs8jtzIgPRHyGV8aMJkn1rlqcu3Cz39O0S6qqQwgopsbEtQQbE1I0fHFBet0CHHQYT7zC-Vwo6Q2bCaQZZ9GnRh4N1hhOT09GDFz6X-RqBECCiX4Z_V-TDPRvZv0pMoJVwJLRdD7/s1600-h/HPIM2252.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiG9szs8jtzIgPRHyGV8aMJkn1rlqcu3Cz39O0S6qqQwgopsbEtQQbE1I0fHFBet0CHHQYT7zC-Vwo6Q2bCaQZZ9GnRh4N1hhOT09GDFz6X-RqBECCiX4Z_V-TDPRvZv0pMoJVwJLRdD7/s400/HPIM2252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188953931961738274" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBBT0BDIklT4UM1gcaxvHJ_B9YpMETpQYIabeqU_jdAoGIC-s5r_77IWHa0LX2PJ8WIXg0J7AtpPX1rsuLT-HE-ivkm8y3KRmcBcQqf6P0NEi29mWUUhUj3-ClCT2TSToeb4Yaeu1d1fj0/s1600-h/heartss.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBBT0BDIklT4UM1gcaxvHJ_B9YpMETpQYIabeqU_jdAoGIC-s5r_77IWHa0LX2PJ8WIXg0J7AtpPX1rsuLT-HE-ivkm8y3KRmcBcQqf6P0NEi29mWUUhUj3-ClCT2TSToeb4Yaeu1d1fj0/s400/heartss.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188540150517474306" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9foZ7KVSng&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9foZ7KVSng&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Final <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">P</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">O</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">T </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">E</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Ó</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">T</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">C</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">O</span> </span>do concerto <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">M</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">G</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">S</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">T</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">R</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">L</span> do<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DAVID FONSECA @ Coliseu dos Recreios</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnS1b0qoDdyg49icA2oKMlCeXJS2X70Ejoo1bBCGMDBBkA_bVfvxwwhPM2yaVhpXjp5WfbgBYq2yR8spSP4Fl0eNWuAktsyFq7J07A94o6c9C-cK-uw8AQs0R7LgucGS21w00xqbPd6tYd/s1600-h/HPIM2322-2.JPG"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwJ1XcDx1uPfRFZ5fg6IeIlLUi4Dz81Q0Fq_Me4bmVGK8RxMFB6XlyDFVMZb6VdwNM-zyG4dvM7sjdYbyjz9g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">com</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">*****</span> Muitos <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corações </span>A Voar <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">*****</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFEgYJYrCoCMr0aE7stqcRwjqfdTJXUVP3QK5l-Z0j7ne4GkKPuBpCbwiu_v3LpY2o2PJXnRGY53quUaQmaJbEt2VxP18m0w9BxkpTXuJ4ZjlYFrsdmW4LHpVJQjuueucG9keuuu0Awxf/s1600-h/heartsss.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFEgYJYrCoCMr0aE7stqcRwjqfdTJXUVP3QK5l-Z0j7ne4GkKPuBpCbwiu_v3LpY2o2PJXnRGY53quUaQmaJbEt2VxP18m0w9BxkpTXuJ4ZjlYFrsdmW4LHpVJQjuueucG9keuuu0Awxf/s400/heartsss.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188539574991856626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quotes which I totally agree with:</span><br /><br />"Adorei.<br />A <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rita</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Redshoes</span> esteve muito bem, e tem uma das presenças femininas mais bonitas em palco.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZx_rSvBnwnOjXWL8kwrmHqMtd0moy3QmWDeCvshROn6V-oOd21dpWa4BLjk_4MbAhpcHFMZQm7-Z-hT-5J4ijwyJjqkiaPG2TQ8A1EMmPBkTIZwfBPvh2SfpSRxlLWcNDJA_gfEsdqIx/s1600-h/HPIM2177.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZx_rSvBnwnOjXWL8kwrmHqMtd0moy3QmWDeCvshROn6V-oOd21dpWa4BLjk_4MbAhpcHFMZQm7-Z-hT-5J4ijwyJjqkiaPG2TQ8A1EMmPBkTIZwfBPvh2SfpSRxlLWcNDJA_gfEsdqIx/s400/HPIM2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189112025412936802" border="0" /></a>Quanto ao David Fonseca foi fabuloso. Acho que o Coliseu é demasiado pequeno para o David Fonseca, e mais uma vez mostrou que está bem em qualquer registo, quer em salas pequenas quer em grandes espaços.<br />Ontem mostrou, mais uma vez, que é um dos músicos mais criativos e interessantes do nosso País... a forma como ele vive o seu sonho, e como se entrega, e o profissionalismo com que se dedica a tudo o que faz vai levá-lo mais longe... sem dúvida nenhuma!<br />Foi uma noite memorável... e a cores :)"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAobW03vHuLDXBFQ8pHXGlnzyjMAD3brra-hnizKHfxVG6eLkl1FP_4shLCk-qxKZIHDGja1w6siXdeINn8PAf3p3EEVLs0kb14DWUkFwZDvi5D0BWVgk0ldw8t3sHQLDyA8J5pX8u6n8/s1600-h/HPIM2288.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAobW03vHuLDXBFQ8pHXGlnzyjMAD3brra-hnizKHfxVG6eLkl1FP_4shLCk-qxKZIHDGja1w6siXdeINn8PAf3p3EEVLs0kb14DWUkFwZDvi5D0BWVgk0ldw8t3sHQLDyA8J5pX8u6n8/s400/HPIM2288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188955001408594994" border="0" /></a><br />"Juntamente com o de The Cure, este foi o melhor concerto que vi este ano. Sem sombra de dúvida, David Fonseca é um brilhante músico, com carisma e uma evidente paixão pelo que faz. Este homem provou a todos os cépticos que os portugueses conseguem fazer música tão boa como os artistas estrangeiros. Espero que consiga crescer ainda mais (não só cá dentro como também lá fora), pois merece-o mais que ninguém!<br />Grande David!"<br /><br />"Acho que é (quase) unânime afirmar-se que, tal como a Blitz apresentou no final do ano passado, David Fonseca, com ‘Dreams In Colour’, é <i>O artista/álbum português de 2007</i>. E sem me querer antecipar em demasia, julgo que agora mesmo se possa acrescentar a esse facto que o dia 12 de Abril será recordado no final do ano para intitular como <i>O concerto português de 2008</i>."<br /><br />"David Fonseca é o génio musical português."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbv9eEYLWqI5d_4xq21ocKG1r0frLfZdeHFW0YnX1f_d8RyqJ9Q8U9_eKolNoEeu5toCjdeSx5SaLHPCrf879KP0036C9Fs2A_EZ4zB6jWLstu5q6U0RfnZ-Fv4qlrlDRMlhBe-D6Jhsq/s1600-h/HPIM2319.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbv9eEYLWqI5d_4xq21ocKG1r0frLfZdeHFW0YnX1f_d8RyqJ9Q8U9_eKolNoEeu5toCjdeSx5SaLHPCrf879KP0036C9Fs2A_EZ4zB6jWLstu5q6U0RfnZ-Fv4qlrlDRMlhBe-D6Jhsq/s400/HPIM2319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188956564776690754" border="0" /></a><br />"Um concerto cheio de surpresas e que mostrou um David Fonseca muito profissional e talentoso.<br />Dentro do estilo é uma pérola que convem descobrir, para os mais desatentos, claro.<br />A minha visão foi diferente daquele que o David proporcionou pois achei o concerto inteiro um sonho e assim que ele deu as boas vindas ao seu mundo onírico acordei para o mais belo despertar dos últimos tempos."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Well always be together</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">However far it seems</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(Love never ends)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well always be together</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Together in electric dreams"</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnS1b0qoDdyg49icA2oKMlCeXJS2X70Ejoo1bBCGMDBBkA_bVfvxwwhPM2yaVhpXjp5WfbgBYq2yR8spSP4Fl0eNWuAktsyFq7J07A94o6c9C-cK-uw8AQs0R7LgucGS21w00xqbPd6tYd/s1600-h/HPIM2322-2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnS1b0qoDdyg49icA2oKMlCeXJS2X70Ejoo1bBCGMDBBkA_bVfvxwwhPM2yaVhpXjp5WfbgBYq2yR8spSP4Fl0eNWuAktsyFq7J07A94o6c9C-cK-uw8AQs0R7LgucGS21w00xqbPd6tYd/s400/HPIM2322-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188606855654548498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" >12 - 04 - 2008<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT74ohN6CZZ4HWmjVMVDsRp69oZfdEXhjBTH01DcvWTlLYXnULaTz6jX8KIY9wvKoaLrs6y3SPOOn3D1A-GV8dTH6EQAAHFt5S4uApojqki21sRLWVwyjxubIqn0im-KFIvkiKJCKYGYhg/s1600-h/HPIM2324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT74ohN6CZZ4HWmjVMVDsRp69oZfdEXhjBTH01DcvWTlLYXnULaTz6jX8KIY9wvKoaLrs6y3SPOOn3D1A-GV8dTH6EQAAHFt5S4uApojqki21sRLWVwyjxubIqn0im-KFIvkiKJCKYGYhg/s400/HPIM2324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188957243381523538" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-10609292357497794272008-04-01T09:20:00.003+01:002008-04-02T05:08:29.526+01:00Abraçinhos & Beijinhos * Vou-te dar muitos miminhos *<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Como sei que gostas deste orelhinhas, este é dedicado a ti, <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Mãe</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span>* :)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSTMlFI4wOhdOIOrdVPp7fezIHVhf36vlUKLwvTP3XQiQdl-CwBfxdEdZKNm3k1h3OAv9BJC0zbHWe3AXWfoBanbIzeqiaRqJbTdhxQzfMamlI3L8zEAnh-NUDATMy_wpnZqD-WD_c21a/s1600-h/Orelhinhas.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSTMlFI4wOhdOIOrdVPp7fezIHVhf36vlUKLwvTP3XQiQdl-CwBfxdEdZKNm3k1h3OAv9BJC0zbHWe3AXWfoBanbIzeqiaRqJbTdhxQzfMamlI3L8zEAnh-NUDATMy_wpnZqD-WD_c21a/s400/Orelhinhas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184492759376188690" border="0" /></a><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1YM64UkUdg&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1YM64UkUdg&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">És o meu grande Amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sem ti a vida não tem cor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Abraçar-te todo o dia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A vida tem magia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Abraçinhos e beijinhos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Vou-te dar muitos miminhos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Do fundo do coração</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">É para ti esta canção</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* *******</span><br /><br />Verão em Inglês:<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWZxcAeSoVI&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWZxcAeSoVI&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Pessoalmente, adoro a versão espanhola! xD<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Siempre a tu lado estaré</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Mi Amor por ti mostraré</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Dandote muchos mimitos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Eres tu mi peluchito</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Caricias, besos y mimitos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Eres tu mi peluchito</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Eres tu mi estrella guia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Te Amaré toda la vida</span><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhLX_nRk4Js&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhLX_nRk4Js&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">* Muitos Parabéns</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">&</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Felicidade Eterna *</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bem mereces!! ;) </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">*******</span>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-21480505078746392302008-03-31T03:33:00.006+01:002008-03-31T05:41:33.714+01:00It's a perfect day for getting wild ! ! * turn everything red and the dream is complete *<p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9EhYuamgWf"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9EhYuamgWf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">It's a perfect day for letting go</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">for setting fire to bridges<br />boats<br />and other dreary worlds you know</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">let's get happy!</span></span></strong><br /></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">it's a perfect day for making out</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">to wake up with a smile</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">without a doubt<br />to burst grin giggle bliss skip jump sing and shout<br />let's get happy!</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></strong></p> <p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> "but it's much too late" you say<br />"for doing this now</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">we should have done it then"</span></span></strong></p> <p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">well it just goes to show</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">how wrong you can be<br />and how you really should know<br />that it's never too la</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">te<br />to get up and go...</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLYxWOIRzcuJ8WOouyV2mlxdmgQvpFxVOnGcBzAnKjmmqZq5rN4yebCK_yWj7JpFGwLnXejHkztOTE3dED4FTVQa4UIGOvyQ1H3QFi0xtwPG3FRM_73nlOVoZF3ejhXltsQL_CWmopQK4/s1600-h/The-Kiss-Photographic-Print-C10225135.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLYxWOIRzcuJ8WOouyV2mlxdmgQvpFxVOnGcBzAnKjmmqZq5rN4yebCK_yWj7JpFGwLnXejHkztOTE3dED4FTVQa4UIGOvyQ1H3QFi0xtwPG3FRM_73nlOVoZF3ejhXltsQL_CWmopQK4/s400/The-Kiss-Photographic-Print-C10225135.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183760368667972866" border="0" /></a><br /></p> <p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">it's a perfect day for kiss and swell<br />for rip-zipping button-popping kiss and well...<br />there's loads of other stuff can make you yell</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">let's get happy!</span></span></strong><br /></p> <p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">it's a perfect day for doing the unstuck<br />for dancing like you can't hear the beat<br />and you don't give a further thought</span></span></strong></p> <p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">to things like feet</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">let's get happy!</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><br />"but it's much too late" you say<br />"for doing this now<br />we should have done it then"<br />well it just goes to show<br />how wrong you can be</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">and how you really should know</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">that it's never too late<br />to get up and go...</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6cxDh3bScbd7CS97aNbVuF75jXBYsnAg_VbEpKo2gr4ZAyq7iS4L1bhILTUbKW74joJEP5lW18eV2ZeyySLMtN7ug_kZt6IEPZk9qMAUGOUjdO4rTP4Sy4wfJOFU3uRsSqN2EN_jT1SM/s1600-h/man-n-woman-intimate.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6cxDh3bScbd7CS97aNbVuF75jXBYsnAg_VbEpKo2gr4ZAyq7iS4L1bhILTUbKW74joJEP5lW18eV2ZeyySLMtN7ug_kZt6IEPZk9qMAUGOUjdO4rTP4Sy4wfJOFU3uRsSqN2EN_jT1SM/s400/man-n-woman-intimate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183756322808779986" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> kick out the gloom<br />kick out the blues<br />tear out the pages with all the bad news<br />pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls<br />tear up the stairs and tear up the floors<br />oh just burn down the house!<br />burn down the street!<br />turn everything red and the beat is complete<br />with the sound of your world<br />going up in the fire<br />it's a perfect day to throw back your head</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">and kiss it all goodbye!</span><br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> it's a perfect day for getting wild<br />forgetting all your worries<br />life<br />and everything that makes you cry<br />let's get happy!<br />it's a perfect day for dreams come true<br />for thinking big<br />and doing anything you want to do<br />let's get happy!</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLcO6iPMbyg&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLcO6iPMbyg&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"but it's much too late" you say<br />"for doing this now<br />we should have done it then"</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">well it just goes to show<br />how wrong you can be<br />and how you really should know<br />that it's never too late<br />to get up and go...<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> kick out the gloom</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">kick out the blues<br />tear out the pages with all the bad news<br />pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">tear up the stairs and tear up the floors</span></span></strong></p><p><strong></strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNeNyLFNWUuu41zLlkj-AsV5ahimKcaYsYr2r8jClBkOYjDXjp3Y7SP2Wn1S4uxLXiG85fDJ4CBIXSpXIn7zJEK_jPbPFNMXe8AdrPh3IFebsarw_P9c4amYMCLhHZR6AQJTRwg_FONfJ/s1600-h/Sparks_of_Passion_by_kfc79.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNeNyLFNWUuu41zLlkj-AsV5ahimKcaYsYr2r8jClBkOYjDXjp3Y7SP2Wn1S4uxLXiG85fDJ4CBIXSpXIn7zJEK_jPbPFNMXe8AdrPh3IFebsarw_P9c4amYMCLhHZR6AQJTRwg_FONfJ/s400/Sparks_of_Passion_by_kfc79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183757190392173810" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> oh just burn down the house!<br />burn down the street!<br />turn everything red and the dream is complete<br />with the sound of your world<br />going up in the fire</span><br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> it's a perfect day to throw back your head<br />and kiss it all goodbye!</span></span></strong></p><div style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWAnodVl7N3mVwXuV0WvUrDKbnd-r2hJxLnaNXhZJWCnTkBYdy955NDcpT_SEH-1CtBt1XXOTGL5rv-2T5IpSQbci2nwcycAqUXYY5tAtqyVsIyl_PdPxJa99ulQ-VMSs3OrK9fgbtt3B/s1600-h/BurnLove.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWAnodVl7N3mVwXuV0WvUrDKbnd-r2hJxLnaNXhZJWCnTkBYdy955NDcpT_SEH-1CtBt1XXOTGL5rv-2T5IpSQbci2nwcycAqUXYY5tAtqyVsIyl_PdPxJa99ulQ-VMSs3OrK9fgbtt3B/s400/BurnLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183756563326948578" border="0" /></a></div><p> </p>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-30135031432389501822008-03-20T18:13:00.002+00:002008-03-20T18:16:09.506+00:00Spring*Love<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTu-DJ8VMFm7IhpLqVSjVDKejZejo_-djw8guX4oDmFchPpOV8GcbcPuD744_hOMNEkDLLzQFtJi5j9ih0eUfQZrP7dNBw2tE3aXEBD8S4L012T_rk6_ldEaGpcpmC7xhRwTpD3TY-_3mC/s1600-h/SpringLove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTu-DJ8VMFm7IhpLqVSjVDKejZejo_-djw8guX4oDmFchPpOV8GcbcPuD744_hOMNEkDLLzQFtJi5j9ih0eUfQZrP7dNBw2tE3aXEBD8S4L012T_rk6_ldEaGpcpmC7xhRwTpD3TY-_3mC/s400/SpringLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179889254514545842" border="0" /></a>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-78862821780270149472008-03-09T22:11:00.002+00:002008-03-11T03:25:26.533+00:00THE CURE & To Wish Impossible Things x 2<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY17Ik4VfX2fmh9GCNaO_B6xnkSwUZcOdUQaU3RZM8vRCk32Sdn5WL7pIMl32HGAlUXmbqGKydmNawIol7AfSF_fGLUlKa9LIUp2td4xXeulmdHz2HdfRUc21OZ5gZDBSc2XdhrDh4nse9/s1600-h/HPIM1234.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY17Ik4VfX2fmh9GCNaO_B6xnkSwUZcOdUQaU3RZM8vRCk32Sdn5WL7pIMl32HGAlUXmbqGKydmNawIol7AfSF_fGLUlKa9LIUp2td4xXeulmdHz2HdfRUc21OZ5gZDBSc2XdhrDh4nse9/s400/HPIM1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176318768239451170" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-89392017236460524052008-03-08T02:12:00.013+00:002008-03-08T06:32:14.924+00:00STELARC & my first craziest conference!!<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">A propósito das Conferências públicas de apresentação da Escola de Comunicação, Artes e Tecnologias da Informação da Universidade Lusófona (<a href="http://artestecnologicas.ulusofona.pt/default.html">Conferências ECATI 2008</a>) assisti hoje, pelas 18:00, no CCB, Colecção Museu Berardo, à mais estranha conferência de todas as que já vi até hoje, com um artista do futuro mas que vive no presente:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.stelarc.va.com.au/">STELARC</a> (Stelious Arcadiou)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zPov320Yi2WD9McHAasFXN1KAlkmH6Uc-m62mvO0vSareBd9fZ2qSHNho5S6-bYQ21U9QC_8vGGlnKUGGaf9GFetg_TbwnnmBmh2Jwr5HRK9NTxSMZClRo9CjG060stzEiPezBZ-k4U0/s1600-h/stelarc1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zPov320Yi2WD9McHAasFXN1KAlkmH6Uc-m62mvO0vSareBd9fZ2qSHNho5S6-bYQ21U9QC_8vGGlnKUGGaf9GFetg_TbwnnmBmh2Jwr5HRK9NTxSMZClRo9CjG060stzEiPezBZ-k4U0/s400/stelarc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175245348537998274" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />O tema da conferência foi: “Zombies, ciborgs & fantasmas: Corpos Ausentes, Vazios, Involuntários e Avatares”, e mesmo eu, que não sou grande apreciador de ficção científica, consegui imaginar uma evolução nesses termos, apesar de ser sincero e admitir que não é um cenário que preencha os meus ideais do que considero "um futuro brilhante e feliz".<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKEfJRe4uys"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKEfJRe4uys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object></div><br />Momento imperdível para quem é adepto do futurismo, robótica, cibernética, cultura celular, cultura de órgãos, cultura de tecidos e uma panóplia de operações laboratoriais que comprovam uma ciência tecnológica altamente avançada. Tudo isto não em ficção mas em pura realidade!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qfdC5zf-a1B8EkIOaz-AYQ3ZD-Ldg5H0-7Scbonodb-fEncXMmYB-5-REfwJ0gTTwJP0Xah_5zFwtbkqdZSDIW2I1bd6wT2cMsdTIYSx8466MMF1jch3377liYYDwKJNocbQbIyDj71u/s1600-h/picture_514_stelarc.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qfdC5zf-a1B8EkIOaz-AYQ3ZD-Ldg5H0-7Scbonodb-fEncXMmYB-5-REfwJ0gTTwJP0Xah_5zFwtbkqdZSDIW2I1bd6wT2cMsdTIYSx8466MMF1jch3377liYYDwKJNocbQbIyDj71u/s400/picture_514_stelarc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175250678592412674" border="0" /></a></div><br />Alguns momentos mais constrangedores para os mais sensíveis, o que não é, obviamente, o meu caso...cof cof...pois durante a conferência temos oportunidade de assistir às mais importantes e mediáticas performances de Stelarc, como aquelas em que se faz suspender através de ganchos que perfuram a sua pele, performances com invenções robóticas integradas como é o caso da Third Hand e Robot Arm, e outras...mas não me adianto muito mais.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tu6hrz1QTnM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tu6hrz1QTnM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />O momento da conferência:<br />Depois de visualizarmos imagens da cirugia a que foi submetido para lhe ser implantada uma orelha "biónica" no braço (imagens fortes), Stelarc cria o momento da tarde e tal qual feira dos horrores, arregaça a manga esquerda da camisa e ostenta com orgulho o seu braço - com orelha!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CpbUqfdEFiE"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CpbUqfdEFiE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div><br />Estamos pois, no domínio do fantástico mas real! E vamos ter saudades do Senhor do riso sinistro e cómico ao mesmo tempo!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDaNyZgtzrU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDaNyZgtzrU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div><br />Boa estadia em Lisboa e volta sempre STELARC amigo, os Cyborgs estão contigo! xD<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOyLRGahyphenhyphenVzWObbFAFSrimSWdrdGAKmcG-5vxdr82mqt79dUbBHdXFCa9WLKCgkjdW_Tip30HrWQmuVPRCJYTqnC1n-QlHwyzulhVE92h25_7_r3VQmNpL7R4Ug11Hprlr6nOItPo5VtC/s1600-h/oreia.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOyLRGahyphenhyphenVzWObbFAFSrimSWdrdGAKmcG-5vxdr82mqt79dUbBHdXFCa9WLKCgkjdW_Tip30HrWQmuVPRCJYTqnC1n-QlHwyzulhVE92h25_7_r3VQmNpL7R4Ug11Hprlr6nOItPo5VtC/s400/oreia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175253547630566418" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-54056489489092954432008-03-02T20:31:00.007+00:002008-03-02T21:53:05.268+00:00Giornalismo Sportivo - fatto !! Congratulazioni!!<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br />Hoje dedico o post às minhas colegas de curso, da vertente de Jornalismo, que tiveram aprovação na cadeira de Jornalismo Desportivo.<br /><br />Raquel, Madalena, Andreia e Sílvia, muitos parabéns!! ;)<br /><br />Desejo-vos o maior sucesso na carreira jornalística, e espero que tenham o grande galo de trabalhar com grandes vultos da comunicação, como o que se segue mais abaixo...<br /><br />Signore & Signori, il più grande... <span style="font-weight: bold;">GERMANO MOSCONI</span>!!<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNWZaTmpu-0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNWZaTmpu-0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Queridas colegas, NO STRESS!! DIO PORCO!! MADONNA PUTANA!! xD<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANXjVNhk2Qo"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANXjVNhk2Qo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Hã?!...por esta altura já devem estar maravilhadas e a imaginar ter um colega como este, simpático, bom feitio, uma ternura!<br />PORCO DIO!! VATTEFANCULO!! xD<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_a1x4O0gEU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_a1x4O0gEU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />BOA SORTE & FELICIDADES!!!!!<span style="font-weight: bold;"> TOCCA FERRO!!!!!</span> xDAcropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-19029842309507896632008-02-28T07:25:00.013+00:002008-02-28T08:05:37.620+00:00I See The World Through You<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br />You don’t understand me now,<br />I wonder if you ever will,<br />I wonder if you’ll ever try.<br />Don’t get sad about,<br />All the strange thing I wrote,<br />They faded as the ink dried…<br /><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/guhWTUmSBO"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/guhWTUmSBO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object><br />So I say go, go, hold your fists high,<br />Grow, slow, stand in for the fight,<br />Though I hope you never have to.<br />So I say run, run, sparkling light,<br />Have your fun and then come home at night,<br />I’m sure you’ll tell me something new,<br />Yeah I can see the world through you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooFjQWGka2u0UUHjVquwlNHWOYIB-whz_FYQwMiVV-75UGY9THe63rQEdXn5gQtaSONjd_vj2jphoY_W_Stj-bDy4GQB24FHV2HEp3jQ_T49LI1KRD86fFOEDvEK1ZnyzzOse5w564zvJ/s1600-h/I+See+The+World+Through+You.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooFjQWGka2u0UUHjVquwlNHWOYIB-whz_FYQwMiVV-75UGY9THe63rQEdXn5gQtaSONjd_vj2jphoY_W_Stj-bDy4GQB24FHV2HEp3jQ_T49LI1KRD86fFOEDvEK1ZnyzzOse5w564zvJ/s400/I+See+The+World+Through+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171932751120502370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Frozen lakes and night storms,<br />Most you’ll cross on your own,<br />You’ll face the biggest landslides.<br />I’ll catch you on the hardest falls,<br />I’ll carry you inside this walls,<br />We’ll sing through all the highest times.<br /><br />So I say go, go, hold your fists high,<br />Grow, slow, stand in for the fight,<br />Though I hope you never have to.<br />So I say run, run, sparkling light,<br />Have your fun and then come home at night,<br />I’m sure you’ll tell me something new,<br />Yeah I can see the world through you.<br /><br />So I say go, go, hold your fists high,<br />Grow, slow, stand in for the fight,<br />Though I hope you never have to.<br />So I say run, run, sparkling light,<br />Have your fun and then come home at night,<br />I’m sure you’ll tell me something new,<br />Things you did and things you do,<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">_ _ _ _ _ _ _ </span>Yeah I can see the world through you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(and this is my </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >f</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" >a</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" >v</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >o</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" >u</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >r</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" >i</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >t</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >e</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> from </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Dreams In Colou</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >r</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">)</span></span>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-62669098850021544052008-02-22T04:17:00.008+00:002008-02-22T15:51:49.835+00:00The Unforgettable Fire<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >-</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ice</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your only rivers run cold</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These city lights</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They shine as silver and gold</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dug from the night</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your eyes as black as coal</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Walk on by, walk on through</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Walk till you run</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And dont look back</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >For...here...I...am</span><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZq6Wfvwmc4e3xybOTtwIdjr3eHcMwxTn3rRVKoJPO1LJFT9H5KQTigtPJHhpLsA4y1uxuZVTPqGuTJx6i6rXQMYRNZJRuBfq-xXEY7bOepJM_eDgjPDAOoEUMbz0fzM3XFmc7m7TLh1w/s1600-h/Unforgettable+Fire.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZq6Wfvwmc4e3xybOTtwIdjr3eHcMwxTn3rRVKoJPO1LJFT9H5KQTigtPJHhpLsA4y1uxuZVTPqGuTJx6i6rXQMYRNZJRuBfq-xXEY7bOepJM_eDgjPDAOoEUMbz0fzM3XFmc7m7TLh1w/s400/Unforgettable+Fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169656040496500306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Carnival, the wheels fly and the colors spin</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Through alcohol</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Red wine that punctures the skin</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Face to face in a dry and waterless place</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Walk on by, walk on through</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So sad to beseige your love so</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Head on, stay this time</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Stay tonight, in a lie</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Im only asking but I think you know</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Come on take me away</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Come on take me away</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Come on take me home</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Home again</span><br /><object style="font-family: arial;" height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTCCmmJMYFk&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTCCmmJMYFk&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And if the mountain should crumble</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Or disappear into the sea</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not a tear, no not I stay in this time</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Stay tonight in a light</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ever after, this love in time</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And if you save it all, save you love</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Dont push me too far tonight</span><br /><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/8QqPkh3fEW"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/8QqPkh3fEW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-80847800863674821392008-02-14T13:01:00.006+00:002008-02-14T13:11:00.303+00:00P.S. I Love You<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Later on...we'll see it... ;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxAnzofu7-A&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxAnzofu7-A&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Meanwhile...<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Happy Valentine's Day</span> to all of you, my friends! **</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs_tlw_XMjMfWc4B25CyKHy5U2hyphenhyphenpBJISPQZFErXkq14Vt4JpmxjZA8uRKOlieD-D96WSSAD44PgbC3wqfKQ87JUFtC_Pqcn8vJzeaSFkn1veU4My-Qo4W5QTbIT0s1Fb2oxMLqWEcXm2/s1600-h/P.s.-I+Love+You.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs_tlw_XMjMfWc4B25CyKHy5U2hyphenhyphenpBJISPQZFErXkq14Vt4JpmxjZA8uRKOlieD-D96WSSAD44PgbC3wqfKQ87JUFtC_Pqcn8vJzeaSFkn1veU4My-Qo4W5QTbIT0s1Fb2oxMLqWEcXm2/s400/P.s.-I+Love+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166821632664079938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >P.s. - I Love You</span>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-7777391506290614342008-02-11T13:54:00.000+00:002008-02-11T14:19:50.781+00:00Solamente de ti, gota a gota<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">"Antes de tres lunas volveré por ti,</span></span> <span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;"><br />antes que me eches de menos".</span></span> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLn9T95xUJ-6cpAPXxeXTSKtVjsL48PIdka9QQq1-HaW2h80pS3DkSSqPpFIvCvX7SZPXcJ-25SaQMsXMSavepr-gwlrwP_xIB9KtbCekYpKQZUPHrmLMqFZCI0HWcdqUZ2IjxB3yacPh8/s1600-h/Retratos%C3%A0Sexta'Amor'%C2%A9FabriceZiegler+001+copy2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLn9T95xUJ-6cpAPXxeXTSKtVjsL48PIdka9QQq1-HaW2h80pS3DkSSqPpFIvCvX7SZPXcJ-25SaQMsXMSavepr-gwlrwP_xIB9KtbCekYpKQZUPHrmLMqFZCI0HWcdqUZ2IjxB3yacPh8/s400/Retratos%C3%A0Sexta'Amor'%C2%A9FabriceZiegler+001+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165724839750602290" border="0" /></a></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Dejaste vías muertas tendidas al pasar,</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;"> nunca te he esperado tanto.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">A un minuto de ti, voy detrás de ti.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">A un minuto de ti, te seguiré.</span></span><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">El viento se ha calzado sus guantes de piel,</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;"> se entretiene con mi pelo.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Bebo el agua que viene conmigo, estoy</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;"> estancado en tu reflejo.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Solamente de ti, gota a gota...</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;"><br />Solamente de ti, veneno y sed.</span></span><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Llegaré solo hasta el umbral.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">¡Qué puedo perder!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Me atreveré, cuento un paso más.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">No soy como tú.</span></span><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;"><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQ6KgtUkWNU&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQ6KgtUkWNU&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">A un minuto de ti, voy detrás de ti.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">A un minuto de ti, te seguiré.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Voy a arder, braceo en espiral,</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;"> me vuelvo a repetir.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">Saltaré, planeo en derredor</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;">, no soy como tú.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:-1;"><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_-EIYKYARs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_-EIYKYARs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /></span></span></p>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-84236711234214244842008-02-06T07:07:00.000+00:002008-02-06T15:26:34.557+00:00The mirror of your dreams *||*<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" >-</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Turn around<br />Look at what you see...<br />In her face<br />The mirror of your dreams...<br />Make believe I'm everywhere<br />Given in the light<br />Written on the pages<br />Is the answer to a neverending story...<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKK8GS08S0tKLsjwhTwqsZfSF3_qePna_pUavU9Sc6dgRLZe7cXj0rF-BXHtaAtuVM8xNLxMCinQfWIFzXdnW8wfKow-r5xVitPlUR-EFyRerpjviTiMRgDnnmcS_2sov0gk1eDWt9h-d2/s1600-h/AURYN.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKK8GS08S0tKLsjwhTwqsZfSF3_qePna_pUavU9Sc6dgRLZe7cXj0rF-BXHtaAtuVM8xNLxMCinQfWIFzXdnW8wfKow-r5xVitPlUR-EFyRerpjviTiMRgDnnmcS_2sov0gk1eDWt9h-d2/s400/AURYN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163787152195341570" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Reach the stars<br />Fly a fantasy...<br />Dream a dream<br />And what you see will be...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Rhymes that keep their secrets</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Will unfold behind the clouds</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And there upon a rainbow</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Is the answer to a neverending story...</span><br /><object style="font-family: arial;" height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MccmHwA-c4U&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MccmHwA-c4U&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Show no fear</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">For she may fade away...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In your hand</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The birth of a new day...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Rhymes that keep their secrets</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Will unfold behind the clouds</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And there upon a rainbow</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Is the answer to a neverending story</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The mirror of your dreams...</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9m9jeJfOZa"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9m9jeJfOZa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br />The mirror of your dreams...<br />In her face</span>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-35262850958754579652008-01-28T06:01:00.000+00:002008-01-28T06:47:04.073+00:00Há sempre um perigo...<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Vai, vai mais longe, vai<br />Vai ao fundo do fundo<br />Não mudes de assunto<br />Há sempre um perigo<br /><br />Sai debaixo das pedras e vai<br />Vai mais longe, mais fundo<br />Não mudes de assunto<br />Só porque é mais fácil</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br />Há sempre um perigo<br /><br />Sai debaixo das pedras e vai, vai<br />Descola a memória, flutua no vago<br />Deixa-te ficar<br />Há sempre um perigo<br /><br />Vai, vai mais longe, vai</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Vai ao fundo do fundo<br />Não mudes de assunto<br />Há sempre um perigo</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVNV8J4xCM3n18xsY8W61KkHY9VuKda7KRabtYq5jI6DhyqtdwaHGCODhjAgvwsQbi-2ynynirK5rmMuQBipPRbZkWFd7BROw7NJg0HZVYzT8KP7YfMzhhoRbvlVNrYZUvYXgdyCoXH17/s1600-h/Glamour'%C2%A9FabriceZiegler+4733.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVNV8J4xCM3n18xsY8W61KkHY9VuKda7KRabtYq5jI6DhyqtdwaHGCODhjAgvwsQbi-2ynynirK5rmMuQBipPRbZkWFd7BROw7NJg0HZVYzT8KP7YfMzhhoRbvlVNrYZUvYXgdyCoXH17/s400/Glamour'%C2%A9FabriceZiegler+4733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160411161871797474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Longe o ar é mais leve</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pode ser isso que me chama</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Não sei resistir</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nem sei também, sequer, se devia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Há sempre um perigo</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Sai debaixo das pedras e vai, vai<br />Vai mais longe, mais fundo<br />Não mudes de assunto<br />Só porque é mais fácil<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Vai, vai mais longe, vai<br />Vai ao fundo do fundo<br />Não mudes de assunto<br />Há sempre um perigo<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Vai, vai mais longe, vai<br />Vai mais longe, vai<br />Vai ao fundo do fundo</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span>By: Resistência (Trovante)</span></span><br /><br /><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/EkUMFOGt0P"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/EkUMFOGt0P" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-65004684061566622272008-01-23T04:32:00.000+00:002008-01-23T05:33:31.693+00:00O Meu Amor Existe<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >O meu Amor tem lábios de silêncio e mãos de bailarina</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />E voa como o vento</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />E abraça-me onde a solidão termina</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVl7iSdb7d-4pgD4mK8ptS8g1z3Ww9nkZca8nV3hh1AHA2k67dszJKlsD-SonGPJDGT4vGe9c3ElgYuhoN5nXmmjWEKxI9pO4Oc3zdbRmiAL5cYAIX5ufxLg4b8DuRnWJjnwu50QUGwD_/s1600-h/eu-quero-ser-amor.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVl7iSdb7d-4pgD4mK8ptS8g1z3Ww9nkZca8nV3hh1AHA2k67dszJKlsD-SonGPJDGT4vGe9c3ElgYuhoN5nXmmjWEKxI9pO4Oc3zdbRmiAL5cYAIX5ufxLg4b8DuRnWJjnwu50QUGwD_/s400/eu-quero-ser-amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158532371377835202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >O meu Amor tem trinta mil cavalos a galopar no peito</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />E um sorriso só dela</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />Que nasce quando a seu lado eu me deito</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >O meu Amor ensinou-me a chegar sedento de ternura</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />Sarou as minhas feridas</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />E pôs-me a salvo pr'além da loucura</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br /><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Mnmuv-x-p-"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Mnmuv-x-p-" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object><br />O meu Amor ensinou-me a partir nalguma noite triste</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Mas antes ensinou-me a não esquecer que...</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />...o meu Amor existe</span>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-9484627068057756192008-01-16T00:47:00.000+00:002008-01-20T00:57:05.332+00:00We All Cling To Love<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Who stakes his soul just for you to be happy</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Who'll lend his hand to build you a home</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Who'll lay his life down under your footsteps<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPIdcd24-FMgjQ3vLYkUDiXdnF_RaAYhXZHVWzQT0UHwXqgKBbGzyKFbHY0utsbIJBZqWqIgIaABOEb25UAnd9Y3DjEHIK6sJ1WqDMxsqwl-9Y0OBt4-3zFWVBInmQid7nXj4WvPry6Id/s1600-h/Idan+Raichel_edit.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPIdcd24-FMgjQ3vLYkUDiXdnF_RaAYhXZHVWzQT0UHwXqgKBbGzyKFbHY0utsbIJBZqWqIgIaABOEb25UAnd9Y3DjEHIK6sJ1WqDMxsqwl-9Y0OBt4-3zFWVBInmQid7nXj4WvPry6Id/s400/Idan+Raichel_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155886072624963026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Who like the earth at your feet shall live on</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Who'll love you better than all of your lovers</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Who'll save you from the rage of the storm</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Out of the depths<br /><br /><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/DqUQcIYpWA"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DqUQcIYpWA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object></span><br /><br />Um desejo pessoal que a cada dia aumenta mais e mais...e uma certeza:<br /><br />A <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">U</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">n<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">i</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">v</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">e</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">r</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">s</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">l</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">i</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">d</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">d</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">e</span></span> atinge-se no <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">A</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">m</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">o</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">r<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xX8oM1eKZLk&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xX8oM1eKZLk&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /></span></span>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-4730049031073863372008-01-12T00:57:00.000+00:002008-01-12T19:05:44.821+00:00When the soul wants...the soul waits ...<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br />"...like honey on my tongue..."<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BK2MhvQiBo&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BK2MhvQiBo&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br />The soul needs beauty for a soul mate<br /><br />How can I hurt when I'm holding youAcropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-60290730825981228612008-01-06T06:20:00.000+00:002008-01-06T06:47:21.364+00:00Something New<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And the way you look at me</span></span><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVrPj1B8Kig24bhU9izW7g0BR-bpy-F0OnD5ML4QwcW2PrgJ_MoYQRAWnRdGJrFeXUATOWWiTlYZ0kE1IaNeDDX_Y2QNH6hSAC20ReuZBVKPqCK66Olsb1jxGOJvzeyNUGunGIA_mK-j6/s1600-h/baby+blue+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVrPj1B8Kig24bhU9izW7g0BR-bpy-F0OnD5ML4QwcW2PrgJ_MoYQRAWnRdGJrFeXUATOWWiTlYZ0kE1IaNeDDX_Y2QNH6hSAC20ReuZBVKPqCK66Olsb1jxGOJvzeyNUGunGIA_mK-j6/s400/baby+blue+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152245284682718642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Till I see baby, baby blue</span><br /></span></span><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QSKk00QCPd"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QSKk00QCPd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;" > And I came such a long way<br />From where you are<br />Now I'm falling from this star<br />And I can't forget it...</span>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-52769805064693963952008-01-04T08:29:00.000+00:002008-01-04T08:37:43.450+00:00______________________________<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br />O silêncio é um caminho...sempre para o mais profundo.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXKxQRhZo8iQ02u7UcfAqr6zB1Vxfni4OIjBKpL0NV7lzRDB_9vyWQnPt21Kq-DIwF1LZ5FdFoOAsB-6-Cg8bgmFHt-Bi_LeU0LDFYU_FGGVVEFxrZhvQBJh1yXqnGfXfbGmVvEZrw438g/s1600-h/Silence.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXKxQRhZo8iQ02u7UcfAqr6zB1Vxfni4OIjBKpL0NV7lzRDB_9vyWQnPt21Kq-DIwF1LZ5FdFoOAsB-6-Cg8bgmFHt-Bi_LeU0LDFYU_FGGVVEFxrZhvQBJh1yXqnGfXfbGmVvEZrw438g/s400/Silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151535588581694882" border="0" /></a><br />"O silêncio é a possibilidade de uma comunhão que nenhuma palavra é capaz de dar."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >(José Tolentino Mendonça)</span>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-91115563760252461632007-12-27T05:39:00.000+00:002007-12-27T07:24:25.792+00:00Somebody...<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br />It feels like somebody loves you<br />Somebody understands<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRlb8PD5eKvHBKk9kn1I8ymohVy91E_j6xFr25FhiP2SBpJf8qRn1TbeK7EdbZvLdtsqeZlUkPVclhKHjb5u3QSe_XU_Xcx9J1ctOfPDp91pQREh4jAokjymjlqMBTIcFwC87PUrrCN4x/s1600-h/heart_sky_hands_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRlb8PD5eKvHBKk9kn1I8ymohVy91E_j6xFr25FhiP2SBpJf8qRn1TbeK7EdbZvLdtsqeZlUkPVclhKHjb5u3QSe_XU_Xcx9J1ctOfPDp91pQREh4jAokjymjlqMBTIcFwC87PUrrCN4x/s400/heart_sky_hands_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148549842354072050" border="0" /></a><br />It gets like you gotta be there<br />You gotta see those hands<br /><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pnrB2_GvU9"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pnrB2_GvU9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-63221927011553565972007-12-26T06:41:00.000+00:002007-12-26T07:23:59.073+00:00P'ra traduzir esse verso...<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnATaF3A-74hJN7YALqR_SD3z2PP-emDA5m35eyxJ-yQV4FkXrQfIB93a_jR0AsfbyIFl0xnT-Q5TCni5E64x4tKRB5qE7PthwdSHjkWdTLmWnVleLQfDNuZkQ4WMALaymG8K-pAyjQ-G/s1600-h/mapheart.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnATaF3A-74hJN7YALqR_SD3z2PP-emDA5m35eyxJ-yQV4FkXrQfIB93a_jR0AsfbyIFl0xnT-Q5TCni5E64x4tKRB5qE7PthwdSHjkWdTLmWnVleLQfDNuZkQ4WMALaymG8K-pAyjQ-G/s400/mapheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148168827215309234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aulsPto8yXQ&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aulsPto8yXQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br />-<br />-</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbrQBKxoVEPnN-pV9ynrLrv8_6qLEWecTpuFphVAnUFhgD7r919trp-NCzxf-O7bXx7bvTzrluw6YlkEkuwwqEXA3BmJcNf4h83nzuXbQn_IZV4iTyP55Z7rsMrkXmxahyxxhuzfHDh3Y/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbrQBKxoVEPnN-pV9ynrLrv8_6qLEWecTpuFphVAnUFhgD7r919trp-NCzxf-O7bXx7bvTzrluw6YlkEkuwwqEXA3BmJcNf4h83nzuXbQn_IZV4iTyP55Z7rsMrkXmxahyxxhuzfHDh3Y/s400/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148171709138364898" border="0" /></a><br /><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3Vzzxhe7bc"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3Vzzxhe7bc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Queria poder dizer o que essa voz me diz</span>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-77007408215181700492007-12-24T20:26:00.000+00:002007-12-24T20:27:35.487+00:00***** I'll give it to someone SPECIAL *****<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewP7iBCFJWQ&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewP7iBCFJWQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-40804061104329795552007-12-23T23:24:00.000+00:002007-12-24T09:32:17.703+00:00Cadê Você...<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvEzpEMFiNr_v_OOTZDD82OBsUHj0QcKTxXE5RYfqRyMvo9ZWKWFIl0EQk0JjGEGKW15cgHoknEUN_oO1CryzxXZtnSVRuiQD2rBah1q2TEHnzU26Sl-qRdFWlsQo6yXemUU01MG1xzYJ/s1600-h/411386.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvEzpEMFiNr_v_OOTZDD82OBsUHj0QcKTxXE5RYfqRyMvo9ZWKWFIl0EQk0JjGEGKW15cgHoknEUN_oO1CryzxXZtnSVRuiQD2rBah1q2TEHnzU26Sl-qRdFWlsQo6yXemUU01MG1xzYJ/s400/411386.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147468051761359266" border="0" /></a><br /><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fKPP_CHfbt"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fKPP_CHfbt" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207605065304796621.post-58238084938964693192007-12-22T06:07:00.000+00:002007-12-24T03:44:46.368+00:00Yule * Solstício de Inverno<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTglwRLwXCLpDcAdFrHW56SprCP26Zezb666lxOmVW9cYAImfxd2l0kn8A8q7U6FYtDFm2oe7yEsxc__pLK5hIIv3g2ttxZgGzO4u4dq5lhTwaaelLI4YmJOsPp7XJgl44gjShaGOr9WS/s1600-h/JoyfulYule.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTglwRLwXCLpDcAdFrHW56SprCP26Zezb666lxOmVW9cYAImfxd2l0kn8A8q7U6FYtDFm2oe7yEsxc__pLK5hIIv3g2ttxZgGzO4u4dq5lhTwaaelLI4YmJOsPp7XJgl44gjShaGOr9WS/s400/JoyfulYule.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147073382921562450" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yule"><b>Yule</b></a> é uma celebração do Norte da Europa que existe deste dos tempos pré-Cristãos. Os pagãos <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alemanha" title="Alemanha">Germânicos</a> celebravam o Yule desde os finais de Dezembro até aos primeiros dias de Janeiro, abrangendo o <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solst%C3%ADcio_de_Inverno" title="Solstício de Inverno">Solstício de Inverno</a>. Foi a primeira festa sazonal comemorada pelas tribos neolíticas do norte da Europa, e é até hoje considerado o inicio da roda do ano por muitas tradições Pagãs. Actualmente é um dos oito feriados solares ou <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabbat" title="Sabbat">Sabbats</a> do <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neopaganismo" title="Neopaganismo">Neopaganismo</a>. No <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neopaganismo" title="Neopaganismo">Neopaganismo</a> moderno, o Yule é celebrado no <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solst%C3%ADcio_de_Inverno" title="Solstício de Inverno">Solstício de Inverno</a>, por volta de dia <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/21_de_Dezembro" title="21 de Dezembro">21 de Dezembro</a> no hemisfério Norte e por volta do dia <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/21_de_Junho" title="21 de Junho">21 de Junho</a> no hemisfério Sul.</p><div> </div><p style="text-align: justify;">Na <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pen%C3%ADnsula_Ib%C3%A9rica" title="Península Ibérica">Península Ibérica</a> era costume festejar-se o <b>Yule Ibérico</b>, organizado conjuntamente pela <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ordem_Portuguesa_de_Wicca" title="Ordem Portuguesa de Wicca">Ordem Portuguesa de Wicca</a> e pela <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Ordem_Espanhola_de_Wicca&action=edit" class="new" title="Ordem Espanhola de Wicca">Ordem Espanhola de Wicca</a>.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Solstício de Inverno</span><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Este ano o Solstício de Inverno tem início no dia 22 de Dezembro às 6h08m</span>. Este instante marca o início do Inverno no Hemisfério Norte. É a estação mais fria do ano e prolonga-se por 88,99 dias até ao próximo <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Equinócio (primavera) que ocorre no dia 20 de Março de 2008 às 05h48m</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Solstícios</b>: pontos da eclíptica em que o Sol atinge as posições máxima e mínima de altura em relação ao equador, isto é, pontos em que a declinação do Sol atinge extremos: máxima no solstício de Verão e mínima no solstício de Inverno.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">A palavra de origem latina (<i>Solstitium</i>) está associada à ideia de que o Sol ficaria estacionário, ao atingir a sua posição mais alta ou mais baixa no céu. Veja-se a figura do analema solar (posição do sol no céu ao meio-dia local ao longo de um ano) para um lugar.</p><div style="text-align: left;"><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ERBSmmrRd2/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ERBSmmrRd2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /></div>O Solstício de Inverno era conhecido como o “<span style="font-weight: bold;">nascimento do sol</span>” desde a era mais remota e festejado por todos os povos no hemisfério norte, que é também o de maior população (maiores massas continentais). </div><p style="text-align: justify;">Este acontecimento astronómico era muito importante visto marcar o início do novo ciclo do Sol sobre a Terra, com dias cada vez maiores e mais quentes até ao novo retorno. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">A esta data associavam-se rituais ou festas muito importantes. Por exemplo: </p><p style="text-align: justify;">As civilizações mais antigas consideravam o Sol como sendo o filho da luz, a luz para eles representava Deus em vida. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Entre os druídas, o solstício era comemorado como o dia da fertilidade e muitas mulheres tentavam engravidar nesse dia. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Nos povos asiáticos, o solstício era representado por um velho de barbas brancas e roupagem vermelha e branca. Esse ser representava Deus na Terra e os asiáticos acreditavam que esse Deus encarnado trazia para a humanidade o seu filho sol. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Os Egípcios festejavam o solstício com rituais de magia que envolviam o cultivo de sementes. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Os Indianos festejavam-no transcendendo os corpos em rituais dimensionais mágicos. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Entre os povos das Américas no hemisfério Sul, os Incas mais antigos e os indígenas comemoravam o Solstício de Inverno no dia 21 de Dezembro e o Solstício de Verão no dia 21 de Junho. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Os Maias elaboraram um calendário perfeito usando o solstício como o início do ciclo do sol e da lua na Terra. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Já nos dias de hoje e talvez também por pressão da sociedade de consumo há grupos e colectividades que começam a festejar os equinócios (a festa da Primavera) e solstícios.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fA9Po6fhQS/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fA9Po6fhQS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"></embed></object><b><br /></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv7i9b_IbSH24jNprUwDiCTA7BWXA6NOyeVDRtrqqACtxNodoq5YhWX1Ips6YzKBCa8CJtRnHN7AT9bqV3uL3CyZkWrMHtkA-rNZOpVy7PoqjgbCfTJgZTCVKZ_hLKBee0Mhp8eCqeAvLh/s1600-h/yule.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv7i9b_IbSH24jNprUwDiCTA7BWXA6NOyeVDRtrqqACtxNodoq5YhWX1Ips6YzKBCa8CJtRnHN7AT9bqV3uL3CyZkWrMHtkA-rNZOpVy7PoqjgbCfTJgZTCVKZ_hLKBee0Mhp8eCqeAvLh/s400/yule.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147076342154029426" border="0" /></a><br /> " O Inverno "<br /></p><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Velho, velho, velho.<br />Chegou o Inverno.<br />Vem de sobretudo,<br />Vem de cachecol,<br />O chão onde passa<br />Parece um lençol.<br />Esqueceu as luvas<br />Perto do fogão:<br />Quando as procurou,<br />Roubara-as um cão.<br />Com medo do frio<br />Encosta-se a nós:<br />Dai-lhe café quente<br />Senão perde a voz.<br />Velho, velho, velho.<br />Chegou o Inverno.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Eugénio de Andrade</span></span></blockquote></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Acropolishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05042425208179970597noreply@blogger.com0