tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59097256744463563352024-03-14T15:30:46.937+00:00Pela estrada foraRainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-26951662277448547052011-05-08T10:39:00.001+01:002011-05-08T10:43:10.568+01:00<div align="right"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqssEoM4uXI0XNDepVVZy13vBxnKKJLeemyYkBl5ZTbjgwHZOHwHoLKN3sgCnx1Vov7e9hzU3g5vrfZkNWB5dsixzKbMGbxocDXAv4GgA8fCAyajNzhIzLRbIosPz3sjy5HGxo0xIdNRt/s1600/road_runner_by_reptilectricklove-d3fmvab_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604277734847898370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqssEoM4uXI0XNDepVVZy13vBxnKKJLeemyYkBl5ZTbjgwHZOHwHoLKN3sgCnx1Vov7e9hzU3g5vrfZkNWB5dsixzKbMGbxocDXAv4GgA8fCAyajNzhIzLRbIosPz3sjy5HGxo0xIdNRt/s400/road_runner_by_reptilectricklove-d3fmvab_large.jpg" /> <br /><p align="right"></a><br /><br /><br /><em>"Somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me"<br /></em>Jack Kerouac, On the Road<br /><br /><br /></p>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-57412389220376695452011-05-07T18:32:00.003+01:002011-05-07T18:34:43.442+01:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />como explicar o que não entendo em mim?</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-30984685099259417642011-05-07T18:21:00.001+01:002011-05-07T18:25:52.326+01:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />doi-me<br />no peito<br />um aglomerado<br />de cacos </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-56719346527278200042011-05-07T18:11:00.002+01:002011-05-07T18:21:41.652+01:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />fugir de ti seria fugir do que mais gosto em mim</div><br /><br /><br /><p align="right"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fugir de ti seria fugir do que mais gosto em mim </span></p><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fugir do que mais gosto em mim </span></p><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fugir de ti seria fugir em mim </span></p><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fugir de ti seria fugir</span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fugir de ti seria fugir do que mais gosto</span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fugir do mais em mim</span> </p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fugir seria do que mais gosto em mim </span></p><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fugir de ti seria do que mais gosto em mim </span></p><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">de ti seria em mim</span> </p><br /><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">fugir de ti </span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">seria</span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">em mim </span></p>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-44074694102672198422011-05-01T15:10:00.001+01:002011-05-07T18:26:35.407+01:00<div align="right">Well, we're all wounded. </div><br /><div align="right">We carry our wounds around with us through life, </div><br /><div align="right">and eventually they kill us. </div><br /><div align="right">Things happen that leave a mark in space,</div><br /><div align="right">in time. </div><br /><div align="right">In us.<br /><br />brenda<br />six feet under</div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-53382433288676886222011-04-19T18:31:00.000+01:002011-05-07T18:31:51.504+01:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">e se se fossem todos foder?</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;">mmmmmm?</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"></div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-33601633968780969732011-04-16T15:19:00.002+01:002011-05-07T18:27:19.364+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh, please. Every time you try to have a nice normal life, you fuck it up. You're never gonna have your little Happily Ever After moment, no matter how many white veils you put on, honey. You're just too fucked up for all that. Maybe you should just accept that instead of trying to be something you're not<br /></span></div></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><div align="right"><br /></span>six feet under</div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-80142543633011712482011-04-07T14:51:00.000+01:002011-05-07T14:56:40.745+01:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Adeus<br /><br />Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor,<br />e o que nos ficou não chega<br />para afastar o frio de quatro paredes.<br />Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio.<br />Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,<br />gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,<br />gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinas<br />em esperas inúteis.<br /><br />Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada.<br />Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;<br />era como se todas as coisas fossem minhas:<br />quanto mais te dava mais tinha para te dar.<br />Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes.<br />E eu acreditava.<br />Acreditava,<br />porque ao teu lado<br />todas as coisas eram possíveis.<br /><br />Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos,<br />era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário,<br />era no tempo em que os meus olhos<br />eram realmente peixes verdes.<br />Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.<br />É pouco mas é verdade,<br />uns olhos como todos os outros.<br /><br />Já gastámos as palavras.<br />Quando agora digo: meu amor,<br />já não se passa absolutamente nada.<br />E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,<br />tenho a certeza<br />de que todas as coisas estremeciam<br />só de murmurar o teu nome<br />no silêncio do meu coração.<br /><br />Não temos já nada para dar.<br />Dentro de ti<br />não há nada que me peça água.<br />O passado é inútil como um trapo.<br />E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.<br /><br />Adeus.<br /><br />Eugénio de Andrade<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-3989166719722241932011-04-07T14:43:00.000+01:002011-05-07T14:44:03.065+01:00******polar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2VIoNShMc05tdViAgOdpbOGJzsHkiHhP79xEsh295Ye8s9J9Of9R4D4to8cFLpnjOWjcfUQDXxBmOy0ESlQE2bMsjbD42LAIFN4ORC3IiO-2nFKv04mw4CmgbgR4lUyba8oTKUPz0WuRA/s1600/tumblr_ld3i7rMzwO1qasczzo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603969473020792018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2VIoNShMc05tdViAgOdpbOGJzsHkiHhP79xEsh295Ye8s9J9Of9R4D4to8cFLpnjOWjcfUQDXxBmOy0ESlQE2bMsjbD42LAIFN4ORC3IiO-2nFKv04mw4CmgbgR4lUyba8oTKUPz0WuRA/s400/tumblr_ld3i7rMzwO1qasczzo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-3409770097399809812011-04-03T14:45:00.000+01:002011-05-07T14:46:38.404+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3AWB5y6V3ofd0bE_z38sEgJWoD4ThVXn_NIqB5djzgVRxOsypZ1BnHQ2cmGhJLQT4Snd3WfIvK1cAEZ9Vs2fqlOWTX5SyBEFAW-EaVnk5euvTTxDppfTGlWu2wgXyswVh_N7fcpRGV2Y/s1600/tumblr_lheitlNxPK1qh410jo1_500_large.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603970105555744994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3AWB5y6V3ofd0bE_z38sEgJWoD4ThVXn_NIqB5djzgVRxOsypZ1BnHQ2cmGhJLQT4Snd3WfIvK1cAEZ9Vs2fqlOWTX5SyBEFAW-EaVnk5euvTTxDppfTGlWu2wgXyswVh_N7fcpRGV2Y/s400/tumblr_lheitlNxPK1qh410jo1_500_large.png" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">i was perfect...</span></p>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-51496963101319117402011-03-21T14:17:00.002+00:002011-05-07T18:29:58.452+01:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrLNnvYRtRycAl7a2s9P-OsTE5CHUF87z3UddpqbAbOtROa3WKOpe9mP22uwJfz36Bw4dseZU_GI2EBBgccR0YhUKQfz_Jv6HgwUbLEY9PmVd5z92wNjm-9IP2kpPieVxidd-Ks94oWpP/s1600/tumblr_lid5jkWRLS1qaf6ppo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603962798169733378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrLNnvYRtRycAl7a2s9P-OsTE5CHUF87z3UddpqbAbOtROa3WKOpe9mP22uwJfz36Bw4dseZU_GI2EBBgccR0YhUKQfz_Jv6HgwUbLEY9PmVd5z92wNjm-9IP2kpPieVxidd-Ks94oWpP/s400/tumblr_lid5jkWRLS1qaf6ppo1_500.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Vandoma<br /><br />Ribeira<br /><br />Quinta das Musas<br /><br />Teatro do Oprimido<br /><br />Concerto na Casa da Música<br /><br />um sábado a <strike>enganar</strike> encher o coração </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /></p></span>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-62427352613171393112011-03-20T14:16:00.001+00:002011-05-07T14:16:58.403+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Gqu_DervcbdNh-jIJHlqCSh-515h3vmTdNDko9k189xY61k6mkJ37qvCOhiePjK0gapzk8N-DfvlmbD5zzqpP5jAyqIgKlEIRhGxz7SuQEeyTaV4yQ5ox5OSMAmc12jQG5q_aCgBxHNd/s1600/tumblr_lid59iQ8yW1qaf6ppo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603962501376828786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Gqu_DervcbdNh-jIJHlqCSh-515h3vmTdNDko9k189xY61k6mkJ37qvCOhiePjK0gapzk8N-DfvlmbD5zzqpP5jAyqIgKlEIRhGxz7SuQEeyTaV4yQ5ox5OSMAmc12jQG5q_aCgBxHNd/s400/tumblr_lid59iQ8yW1qaf6ppo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it already smells like spring!!!Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-49688735433768241172011-03-19T14:14:00.000+00:002011-05-07T14:15:01.946+01:00<div align="right"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpIMC3NkEALd68PbYvtXfXDMyRfbi3X7AfDXbxg5qlNGx3IAhdV9lVl0ofQqIrRtvCl5l7lLRKjVRCJTkuKGJ-PS_r6KJexj-NDpWY0uaz60ey-b0F-p2nbQS89HFEJg1C2jX7rQ0ScZq/s1600/tumblr_lia5z6AChu1qaf6ppo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603961948556549650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpIMC3NkEALd68PbYvtXfXDMyRfbi3X7AfDXbxg5qlNGx3IAhdV9lVl0ofQqIrRtvCl5l7lLRKjVRCJTkuKGJ-PS_r6KJexj-NDpWY0uaz60ey-b0F-p2nbQS89HFEJg1C2jX7rQ0ScZq/s400/tumblr_lia5z6AChu1qaf6ppo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="right"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>suportar é o tempo mais comprido... </em></p>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-59721088628012575182011-03-17T14:10:00.000+00:002011-05-07T14:13:43.257+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgPYvGgF-bgw9cOjfXmNjZlU3BG6cP93zvwFAIgPlWU9QmpS8qCwWqVTGRqjjO4q8Xm_paWo4_FomU41sStlwcmFAFegwT1bdm8Jc0qM7RbIMEivElEU9BpMSc2UEwhcD471jxYkYZUZH/s1600/tumblr_li865d9Rof1qaf6ppo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603961646827869730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgPYvGgF-bgw9cOjfXmNjZlU3BG6cP93zvwFAIgPlWU9QmpS8qCwWqVTGRqjjO4q8Xm_paWo4_FomU41sStlwcmFAFegwT1bdm8Jc0qM7RbIMEivElEU9BpMSc2UEwhcD471jxYkYZUZH/s400/tumblr_li865d9Rof1qaf6ppo1_500.jpg" /></a>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-66142447757318679422011-03-15T14:24:00.000+00:002011-05-07T14:41:06.705+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2Gq3bDtARFQl4qveMiQ05iZr4CGnS3dp5CwwQNG1nbRt766qYCpvx7ULxochI0-c0Op0KCEpjP4QnxuEFEsFbZLf5nTvi_0aYk-hbJpN76ElNY3QJ0NrioGyj4-VuQNe7Fec6nuQMQOm/s1600/Londres_carla.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968770494275314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2Gq3bDtARFQl4qveMiQ05iZr4CGnS3dp5CwwQNG1nbRt766qYCpvx7ULxochI0-c0Op0KCEpjP4QnxuEFEsFbZLf5nTvi_0aYk-hbJpN76ElNY3QJ0NrioGyj4-VuQNe7Fec6nuQMQOm/s400/Londres_carla.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />retalhos de outras cidades surgem-me como uma manta de memórias. os cheiros, os sons, as pessoas, parecem-me todas já vividas e sinto-me em casa num sítio que não é meu.<br /><br />saudades dos novelos de pessoas que se formam e desenlaçam num pequeno instante.<br /><br />voltar inevitavelmente aos sítios onde já estive. que difícil é desligar-me dos rastos do passado.<br /><br />hoje quero jardins e sol<br /><br />quero mais disto<br /><br />sentir o corpo a entranhar-se na cidade. os olhos já não buscam com ansiedade porque já estão lá. aqui, sinto-me longe do que não quero.<br /><br />início calmo e aconchegante. ir até ti mas ficar na ponta do banco. talvez nem me queira sentar. frio repentino. muito. rir! muito... muito! medo que o bilhete marcado me leve onde não quero voltar.<br /><br /><br />as tulipas não esperaram por mim...<br /><br />chego e sufoco-me. não posso dar-me a oportunidade de sentir. de pensar. preenche. enche. ficar tão cheia que já não distingo o que quero. só não consigo sentir o espaço que o vazio ocupa.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-36893768017261458472011-03-15T03:58:00.000+00:002011-05-07T14:21:56.399+01:00<div align="justify"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Somos infalíveis na nossa escolha de amantes, particularmente quando precisamos da pessoa errada. Existe um instinto, uma força magnética ou uma antena que busca o inadequado. A pessoa errada é, obviamente, certa para determinadas coisas - para nos punir, oprimir ou humilhar, para nos desiludir, abandonar ou, pior ainda, para nos dar a impressão de não ser inadequada, mas quase certa, mantendo-nos assim presos no limbo do amor.<br /><br />Hanif Kureishi<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-45579287965508177942011-03-02T15:02:00.000+00:002011-05-07T15:04:40.929+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmLXSQsHTDVET63VgPgCbXnMAaY5vxnXPGLK9Xdi7WcUCbv6HeY9HIuwU7LLdf6MRCwYnh3swG7GkWyYB9aADYWkV_j4Xn67BFnZo8b4I4ZbaA3W4oRf6-yEpplZlH2MJgwgtMYwkaJhj/s1600/BlueValentine2010720px264-scOrp_s.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603974562491605506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmLXSQsHTDVET63VgPgCbXnMAaY5vxnXPGLK9Xdi7WcUCbv6HeY9HIuwU7LLdf6MRCwYnh3swG7GkWyYB9aADYWkV_j4Xn67BFnZo8b4I4ZbaA3W4oRf6-yEpplZlH2MJgwgtMYwkaJhj/s400/BlueValentine2010720px264-scOrp_s.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">.<em>What did it feel like when you fell in love?<br />.Oh... oh dear, I don't think I found it<br />.Even with grandpa?<br />.Maybe a little, in the beginning. He didn't really have any regard for me as a person. You gotta be careful with that. You gotta be careful with the person you fall in love is worth it... to you.<br />.I never want to be like my parents. I know they must've loved each other at one time right? To just get it all out of the way before they had me. How do you trust your feelings when they can just disappear like that? .I think the only way you can find out is to have the feeling. You're a good person. You have the right to say I do trust. I do trust myself.<br /><br /><br />[blue valentine]<br /><br /></em></span>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-51130461413737815772011-02-12T23:11:00.003+00:002011-02-12T23:20:05.054+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOJL_iMADmIWa4oC4aUzpmH6TZyzRQexnhRZtOAaa087U984Dm0nnWKKBYiKji2Rb8ir53FrtnFD967tbmMbljt1tebplTNpIznKA9rS9O3p-ZWssTigD7klqUYqb_bHnAMXXXLS1xxncm/s1600/tumblr_lduql4H57I1qf9x3ko1_500_thumb.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOJL_iMADmIWa4oC4aUzpmH6TZyzRQexnhRZtOAaa087U984Dm0nnWKKBYiKji2Rb8ir53FrtnFD967tbmMbljt1tebplTNpIznKA9rS9O3p-ZWssTigD7klqUYqb_bHnAMXXXLS1xxncm/s400/tumblr_lduql4H57I1qf9x3ko1_500_thumb.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572946730288303682" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-54023106349636086952011-02-12T23:10:00.002+00:002011-02-12T23:11:04.609+00:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >e a dúvida é...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >pornografia ou espiritualidade?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-44339189083866380712011-02-11T15:58:00.001+00:002011-02-11T15:58:49.659+00:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>o nosso mais belo dever<br />é imaginar que há um labirinto<br />e um fio.<br />nunca daremos com o fio;<br />talvez o encontremos e o percamos<br />num acto de fé,<br />num ritmo, no sono,<br />nas palavras que se chamam filosofia<br />ou na mera e simples felicidade.<br />(jorge luis borges)Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-45166251524510990032011-02-01T15:59:00.001+00:002011-05-07T16:01:20.357+01:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSXjozMImloTqUVNIaRhLgi21jjyQiIeXQkEJZ1gzbUzjALy2nPgi9FM6khNgDmq_4nskEDAGU9qkeuOCuOXqHCJapPKTPEFJvNkd1SIuxKotXVLKU7bU5CAZoWZ8weipgHCKmfFcydY-/s1600/tumblr_lfw16btGo71qdcr3qo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSXjozMImloTqUVNIaRhLgi21jjyQiIeXQkEJZ1gzbUzjALy2nPgi9FM6khNgDmq_4nskEDAGU9qkeuOCuOXqHCJapPKTPEFJvNkd1SIuxKotXVLKU7bU5CAZoWZ8weipgHCKmfFcydY-/s400/tumblr_lfw16btGo71qdcr3qo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572462310542329154" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>há momentos em que a estrada corre e ficamos imóveis como se pendurados por uma corda qualquer, continuado a gesticular com todos os membros, a tentar perseguir coisa nenhuma...</div><div>há momentos em que caímos no chão e ficamos com dúvidas se não teremos descido abaixo do nível onde se consegue respirar</div><div>e depois há momentos em que encontramos o interruptor do desassossego e desligamo-lo sem muita convicção mas com a ilusão de que as cicatrizes se tornem mais ténues...</div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-83837627754595562152010-09-15T22:37:00.000+01:002010-09-15T22:39:24.555+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXf7U2irrNzfKYYh-l0Lv3ZOm1g-7Umeo95pNCeIQbnL1zwu91grIMwyLPw5bkTS_xYbNBatNlosTAqIEFDhwH3I4OHp6s2cLeNh5BX8bi7P618IbcUO359ywAVWDj8Q54qBpKglWLeqAG/s1600/tumblr_l23qipngan1qzv5vno1_400.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517258065960500450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXf7U2irrNzfKYYh-l0Lv3ZOm1g-7Umeo95pNCeIQbnL1zwu91grIMwyLPw5bkTS_xYbNBatNlosTAqIEFDhwH3I4OHp6s2cLeNh5BX8bi7P618IbcUO359ywAVWDj8Q54qBpKglWLeqAG/s400/tumblr_l23qipngan1qzv5vno1_400.jpg" /></a>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-46925632125575897472010-09-06T02:24:00.000+01:002010-09-06T02:25:21.388+01:00
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513599228412227970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHl94vsx15ITN7sjT74nYIrgjiW0uEyWTd76gODWc0bbvhIiPd1cEDKTCodS99PqDMtFi_5qVuYRIrtiee6IAEi6gZ2jgbPEZLimv4pkBSfsps7DnKj7xIkRqDIiboMhxl0SUY3bqGydqZ/s400/IMG_4307.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><div align="right">a farejar os lugares onde <em>sou</em> feliz...<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5909725674446356335.post-5116581175690973082010-09-01T12:08:00.001+01:002010-09-02T12:16:54.754+01:00<div align="right"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLzYSRj2jdPuBAgKOIDfXcnPYJ7nhYx7Y2tTP_5a-1ZpoBdJ9_OvSNDuFXQVUxBTx8vm-IemacNtMouqqAcMdT7pomNdleQj5Mk_nPDn94jEbLvt700TxULN4ZHwfCtZ52AfRcfI24yeh/s1600/IMG_4269.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512272823906093426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLzYSRj2jdPuBAgKOIDfXcnPYJ7nhYx7Y2tTP_5a-1ZpoBdJ9_OvSNDuFXQVUxBTx8vm-IemacNtMouqqAcMdT7pomNdleQj5Mk_nPDn94jEbLvt700TxULN4ZHwfCtZ52AfRcfI24yeh/s400/IMG_4269.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:78%;">cccb.bcn</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?<br />The Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to<br />Alice: I don't much care where.<br />The Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.<br />Alice: …so long as I get somewhere.<br />The Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Rainha das Coreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601516631688469957noreply@blogger.com0