tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195041852024-03-07T06:38:52.300+00:00GIRASSOLAHá coisas que não se dizem...GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-34760381707922065782011-02-19T00:03:00.001+00:002011-02-19T00:03:54.648+00:00Eu...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAymm7XwAaoEFd3bN7_GA64Gbwx2fgAAn6piUMVnmPuDbjZI1dHC4qqTxCCRnSQt65nkZHFpqsnXcp_0RmiOTcpEvnGIX7Bu6LY07oJRH5CtXzKKhLsEfJjxMakO749H6D3yu7/s1600/imagesCA3UZZBP.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575184625992002946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAymm7XwAaoEFd3bN7_GA64Gbwx2fgAAn6piUMVnmPuDbjZI1dHC4qqTxCCRnSQt65nkZHFpqsnXcp_0RmiOTcpEvnGIX7Bu6LY07oJRH5CtXzKKhLsEfJjxMakO749H6D3yu7/s400/imagesCA3UZZBP.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-48321596348472725872010-04-15T23:47:00.002+01:002010-04-15T23:50:46.440+01:00Um Abraço<p><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPwOMoRG5HA&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPwOMoRG5HA&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p><p>É de borla... </p><p>Não gasta energia... </p><p>E quem o recebe pode ser tudo o que precisa!</p>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-55992504466543148712010-01-17T17:35:00.002+00:002010-01-17T17:40:22.277+00:00Carta a Ti.<div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Meu Amor…<br />Hoje apeteceu-me escrever-te. Apeteceu-me dizer-te um pouco do que sinto, porque não sei se tens a noção …<br /><br />Sabes… Amo-te. Mas essa palavra não tem a força para demonstrar a intensidade desse sentimento que sai do meu peito.<br /><br />Em todos os meus desejos mais profundos… em todos os meus sonhos mais Secretos sobro o meu príncipe encantado… nenhum deles conseguiu ser tão arrojado, nenhum deles conseguiu ir tão longe. Tu ultrapassas tudo aquilo que consegui sonhar e desejar. Tudo. És o meu Príncipe encantado.<br /><br />És a pessoa com quem eu sou eu própria. Não preciso de mudar, de calar, de me retrair…<br /><br />Sabes… O passado molda-nos. Refina-nos. Muda-nos. E eu não sou excepção. O passado moldou-me de maneira a tornar-me frontal em determinadas situações. E nessas situações não rodeio nem escolho palavras.<br /><br />Tenho mau feitio. E sou refilona. E ciumenta. Sou-o. Tenho a noção que às vezes consigo ser desagradável por ser tão bruta. Perdoa-me por isso.<br /><br />Tu completas-me. Em todos os sentidos. Consegues fazer-me rir quando estou chateada. Fazes-me soltar um sorriso quando choro. Fazes-me ver sempre mais uma perspectiva… a que me faltava para me sentir melhor, para ver que a vida não tem só coisas más.<br /><br />Amo as nossas brincadeiras, as nossas gargalhadas. As nossas crises de riso! Amo ser criança contigo! Amo sentir-me criança contigo!<br /><br />Amo sentir-te. Os teus abraços protegem-me. Amo percorrer a suavidade da tua pele com os meus dedos, fazer os contornos do teu corpo… Os teus beijos! Os teus beijos fazem-me arrepiar… de paixão, de prazer, de tesão! Completamo-nos… Encaixamo-nos… Subimos a céus nunca antes encontrados.<br /><br />Só contigo tudo é alegre. Cor-de-rosa.<br /><br />Nada sem ti faz qualquer sentido.<br /><br />Amo-te.<br />Sempre.<br />Para sempre </span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJRLi73uGBE&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJRLi73uGBE&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-56859056604760730552009-11-20T18:34:00.002+00:002009-11-20T18:39:42.104+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6pe8ye_1TGsuMzrMTq3hxIjvEZC-whFC1pWyzKdzS2s63TF447Z5c1CMDooDsBgVh6vDFeRFKSaJPrAURVHT1TeLoUZqH3MhwSsgYTI3eBbzWXOrXzNPRnVU2JCRLPAvh5g4I/s1600/Imagem0078.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406256230622054402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6pe8ye_1TGsuMzrMTq3hxIjvEZC-whFC1pWyzKdzS2s63TF447Z5c1CMDooDsBgVh6vDFeRFKSaJPrAURVHT1TeLoUZqH3MhwSsgYTI3eBbzWXOrXzNPRnVU2JCRLPAvh5g4I/s320/Imagem0078.jpg" /></a> Hoje senti saudades de ti, pai...<br />Saudades de te ter, de te abraçar...<br />Hoje senti saudades de ti...<br />Saudades de te ver sorrir...<br />Hoje senti saudades de te olhar...<br />Saudades da tua voz...<br />Hoje senti saudades de te ouvir falar...<br />Hoje senti saudades de ti, pai...GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-203853597172373152009-11-19T20:31:00.003+00:002009-11-19T20:56:47.307+00:00Amo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSvwf4UQ4LdWvDNKx1h0vEBbHvPsfOSZfTrTHbAF6hzAfawwd8NNSjT1_B_B9E0kmotQYS_2fVlNRMJs1419r0dgR4ww3rPghardjGHekLw5FNPtTNnsnDUcEtVGCdbyKNAma/s1600/LolPeng.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405921469635513282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSvwf4UQ4LdWvDNKx1h0vEBbHvPsfOSZfTrTHbAF6hzAfawwd8NNSjT1_B_B9E0kmotQYS_2fVlNRMJs1419r0dgR4ww3rPghardjGHekLw5FNPtTNnsnDUcEtVGCdbyKNAma/s320/LolPeng.png" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo os teus mimos</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo o teu abraço</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo a suavidade da tua pele</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo os teus beijos no canto da minha boca...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo as tuas gargalhadas</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo a tua preocupação</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo os teus óculos...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo os teus tubinhos...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo os teus goopies...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amo-te! </span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405915373704478722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpgXT7Na8bQnJ3eSPo88ajAOxKDuiGmLHyNkawMJ2B_szQr38BpUyjSqvNt43bHdsZe5OzXLTOnDaZ7Wf5Q1XtHpsEe4zgzA0aq2X57WnrLJkXsk4Xkytvq-1v8bO9MrMLkEAI/s320/love+hug.jpg" /></div><br /><div></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-3134302394634348512009-11-10T10:06:00.002+00:002009-11-10T10:15:00.666+00:00Amar é...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj31ZAM-e5X70aP5MBmmwCWxYGylof2dQd60EjmYiQ634MKhsDW3JeyAwaQUQh_UyjB6RnPMfKPjnUFj9o3YAkWkj5mU3KTrGS9AwTK5GG-6-ho0qDdSzBtFJQlXBDksRBPuOw/s1600-h/b57ecfc4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402414851603070930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj31ZAM-e5X70aP5MBmmwCWxYGylof2dQd60EjmYiQ634MKhsDW3JeyAwaQUQh_UyjB6RnPMfKPjnUFj9o3YAkWkj5mU3KTrGS9AwTK5GG-6-ho0qDdSzBtFJQlXBDksRBPuOw/s320/b57ecfc4.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Amar é...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Sorrir por nada e ficar triste sem motivos,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>É sentir-se só no meio da multidão,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>É o ciúme sem sentido,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>O desejo de um carinho,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>É abraçar com certeza e beijar com vontade,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>É passear com a felicidade,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>É ser Feliz de verdade!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>(Albert Camus)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-34547443809244848512009-08-10T14:50:00.001+01:002009-08-10T14:53:42.758+01:00Crepúsculo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmP7SLitEhGlOPhveTa8xId2T4MFgHi_MpDYGguwelrcqvJpMjfoBR348QhVyiBEwFFA1hp2hAySp-kK2RjlYW6OEn84dKkAKu35OcquYGRSNt25fjzBhyLQ9JDNyYaZROgXA/s1600-h/0030love-messbr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368332718273571378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmP7SLitEhGlOPhveTa8xId2T4MFgHi_MpDYGguwelrcqvJpMjfoBR348QhVyiBEwFFA1hp2hAySp-kK2RjlYW6OEn84dKkAKu35OcquYGRSNt25fjzBhyLQ9JDNyYaZROgXA/s320/0030love-messbr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Teus olhos, borboletas de ouro, ardentes<br />Borboletas de sol, de asas magoadas,<br />Pousam nos meus, suaves e cansadas<br />Como em dois lírios roxos e dolentes...<br />E os lírios fecham... Meu amor não sentes?<br />Minha boca tem rosas desmaiadas,<br />E a minhas pobres mãos são maceradas<br />Como vagas saudades de doentes...<br />O silêncio abre as mãos... entorna rosas...<br />Andam no ar carícias vaporosas<br />Como pálidas sedas, arrastando...<br />E a tua boca rubra ao pé da minha<br />É na suavidade da tardinha.<br />Um coração ardente palpitando...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(Florbela Espanca)</span></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-26444309207553461422009-07-05T16:05:00.000+01:002009-07-05T16:06:31.320+01:00Em plena Lisboa...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBEC05IXiHlntgEaNp6oeIaCjrdm33MvVml1zlFCsHCwFDgJqavDfqI4uinBo0YVJIXE-rGuYgoBgUlKXjSbm-wf3JoVcxGt_sZa3umC2-fwXASftOAo9cFm0Y4x3oBEBZTwG/s1600-h/Campolide.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354992577665604306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBEC05IXiHlntgEaNp6oeIaCjrdm33MvVml1zlFCsHCwFDgJqavDfqI4uinBo0YVJIXE-rGuYgoBgUlKXjSbm-wf3JoVcxGt_sZa3umC2-fwXASftOAo9cFm0Y4x3oBEBZTwG/s400/Campolide.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-36544450173577955782009-07-02T23:26:00.002+01:002009-07-02T23:34:17.666+01:00Just...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0IddSEu42I8t95TCIp5PtC-pFylxrJXgBuRTZrCmWnMPGnQ2uWF9mosA5PsyGAa9_9mxYbU21hgG-R8P9MOvAvtrRpTAyhu0zGQvc5qBZOLho_cIVCzg5J2yZwtqs1YJsb-h/s1600-h/sad.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353994615192257554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0IddSEu42I8t95TCIp5PtC-pFylxrJXgBuRTZrCmWnMPGnQ2uWF9mosA5PsyGAa9_9mxYbU21hgG-R8P9MOvAvtrRpTAyhu0zGQvc5qBZOLho_cIVCzg5J2yZwtqs1YJsb-h/s320/sad.bmp" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf01oawwh3XutFXswzSwk-ch7ssGTmFUtxPv11l4TBhhz2cPdRB_NDtkttgDXrd_3-7XdHxZYSQlKbgRF2ReqLtJmsTqGFNu1zeX0_zU_Xkp5uAf6aYcgK8Hd1U2qrQOMOJEFx/s1600-h/sad.bmp"></a></p></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-81998098942714150602009-05-11T23:29:00.005+01:002009-05-12T00:28:58.738+01:00Noite fria<p align="center"><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qoYbVosc93U&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qoYbVosc93U&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>Danças na rua, com melodias trauteadas...</p><p>Olhares apaixonados, corpos colados...</p><p>Face com face... roçando, arrepiando...</p><p>Sorrisos cúmplices trocados.</p><p></p><br /><p>Pele com pele, corpos suados...</p><p>A cabeça encostada no peito...</p><p>Aninhada, protegida...</p><p>Adormecida, correspondida...</p><p></p><br /><p>O tempo não passa...</p><p>Segundos são dias penosos...</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNeOI8l-oKI1x7cHoKaFoETLUuxkKguJmG7rZIh9WxdMkqpvkOp9YQ9fTKyeuqIxENDofwLoyNlZsNEoomo1DjyXAW7XzDVaOWwYI5zZCs1uC3MIaKg5ExGmZ_yR7giDtBktG/s1600-h/ced.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334711769477992258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNeOI8l-oKI1x7cHoKaFoETLUuxkKguJmG7rZIh9WxdMkqpvkOp9YQ9fTKyeuqIxENDofwLoyNlZsNEoomo1DjyXAW7XzDVaOWwYI5zZCs1uC3MIaKg5ExGmZ_yR7giDtBktG/s200/ced.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p>A cama gelada...</p>Procurando por ti no lado vazio.<br /><br /><p>Saudade que sangra, que fere... </p><p>Lágrima caída... Frio...</p>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-23218402683005116472009-05-07T10:51:00.001+01:002009-05-07T10:53:14.341+01:00Call me...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8I-cKqVjxEQDtDMdTDisMhitBOH75CT1NYaP-KKL-NaSL_pYhrMWYhgi02oqTRgTh_SoiH-uVQ2AItNqtI1zs73TvINgl3MXfcWw7d3csFUJvyR7XyEsuSK_W7gQpBzATGxz/s1600-h/b0bb1f69a055797c88800db4af116d7408b72652.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333017634903657810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8I-cKqVjxEQDtDMdTDisMhitBOH75CT1NYaP-KKL-NaSL_pYhrMWYhgi02oqTRgTh_SoiH-uVQ2AItNqtI1zs73TvINgl3MXfcWw7d3csFUJvyR7XyEsuSK_W7gQpBzATGxz/s320/b0bb1f69a055797c88800db4af116d7408b72652.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">É na ternura da tua voz</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Que sinto a força do nosso Amor!</span></p>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-27183012627416881062009-05-07T10:30:00.000+01:002009-05-07T10:31:02.311+01:00... (2)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyP-EN-NVyzx_sLHAME4mFsrNhG2iZJEyuLImIBay4EFZiVTp7ZkC6B38meeemutj6PuW7UCLpG3oGd277gmIeFz6I7YUPoFGKYvmtjyhZTbwvju-O43sqtqF9AF56z-6xZuP/s1600-h/life.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333012153594589842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyP-EN-NVyzx_sLHAME4mFsrNhG2iZJEyuLImIBay4EFZiVTp7ZkC6B38meeemutj6PuW7UCLpG3oGd277gmIeFz6I7YUPoFGKYvmtjyhZTbwvju-O43sqtqF9AF56z-6xZuP/s320/life.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-25823150795159234642009-05-07T10:18:00.007+01:002009-05-07T10:26:02.249+01:00...<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009324781173810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMG8_4aG6v9VHimvoarSOhOAjk2nj_-rLZevdk38cHLzVvftO_9bhQ88PWG0lEwK8roByWirT0cc0sXGah2uMVhYiZ-nAa8Y-0Lq4s1pyMTGyT_TJTGF__Si1SqnkMOPMHXQQq/s320/puzzle.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0tHAOmajmLmuizdFjNwP79Ez9q9d-5_V5EQHfM4Tjpytdu_WxNKQp7gj-pGFuczhlFZh_vpkUIrOD1ECUmQfEc3kwolXoDw-uvNXQs-wc8-POwDmFHYZvNYnLlvFv6tTX2Zs/s1600-h/falsidade.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009470267120450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0tHAOmajmLmuizdFjNwP79Ez9q9d-5_V5EQHfM4Tjpytdu_WxNKQp7gj-pGFuczhlFZh_vpkUIrOD1ECUmQfEc3kwolXoDw-uvNXQs-wc8-POwDmFHYZvNYnLlvFv6tTX2Zs/s320/falsidade.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009577116206274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwSUOZrYYzIR1P2SPaUq5yrlDTNzfeRtmk3AI1GGQfVhb0NEikTjqLeYeyJfd0UAGGrqKCx8h6jThbiK6Wc2GcvJrKju9_hLqssY7XRLOIWUQUyqWrHgZ7MVpVYp0S26V6dmwb/s320/silence.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009957679120770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFUx195kUczgCsGTDdI8VDN53bqQI-sjBxTqGbfSc1baocikvSjQ5CPPMYWzau8qVhNGs_Gd-TBYi2PP9z2QTTkGzfG0rWGI7UE8ckGclNoMCm0875dgo7LU8znHMqGLh84He/s320/sadness_by_rockthenations.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;">That's how (my) World works.</span><br /><div></div><br /><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-38195300772559294322009-05-01T21:02:00.002+01:002009-05-01T22:07:37.421+01:00<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xkvc00Jgjns&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xkvc00Jgjns&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p>Por tudo o que és...</p><p>Por tudo o que és para mim...</p><p>Por tudo o que me fazes sentir ...</p><p>Por tudo o que me fazes ser...</p><p>Amo-te.</p><p>(Feliz aniversário...*)</p>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-53856251156698017452009-04-12T11:30:00.006+01:002009-04-12T13:57:51.797+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemtBAfhOV5Jo1H9UJHDtLhZVCGPl9GV_fibU91fNSRmxCJMkJAuw9gy8unorZY9115zkAV1mSK5Q9HZkd3VP_klB4saBJP9kvw1kpn7CYzudf3ngft_rXCH3ceq2he0wMLU7o/s1600-h/Imagem0009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323750668910184882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemtBAfhOV5Jo1H9UJHDtLhZVCGPl9GV_fibU91fNSRmxCJMkJAuw9gy8unorZY9115zkAV1mSK5Q9HZkd3VP_klB4saBJP9kvw1kpn7CYzudf3ngft_rXCH3ceq2he0wMLU7o/s320/Imagem0009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Sim, existe...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Como nunca pensei existir.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Como nunca me pensei sentir...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Tão feliz... </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Tão eu...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Sim, existe...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Com saudades que fazem doer...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Tanto desejo... tanto querer...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>De nós... </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>De ti...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Sim, existe...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Que me faz subir à Lua...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Que me faz ser só Tua..</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Inteiramente... </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Completamente...</strong></em></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bxSQjT9v5z0Pdg0ueyJDVGOxLOfJLUVLmg8u7feF8o5SlEiQTp0x9Jreg-G3WApfCv2KdqA4NDT6QlPmbRsF13f79kU-fUaLWWGOrYMr_0bSQHSzY9-04QWRzkP15oZWuQkm/s1600-h/Imagem0010.jpg"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323755243269345170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bxSQjT9v5z0Pdg0ueyJDVGOxLOfJLUVLmg8u7feF8o5SlEiQTp0x9Jreg-G3WApfCv2KdqA4NDT6QlPmbRsF13f79kU-fUaLWWGOrYMr_0bSQHSzY9-04QWRzkP15oZWuQkm/s320/Imagem0010.jpg" border="0" /></strong></em></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong><br /></strong></em></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Sim existe...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>E faz-me querer mimar-te...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>E tudo de mim quer amar-te...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Perdidamente...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Eternamente...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-91935072184719350702009-04-06T11:15:00.002+01:002009-04-06T11:34:22.096+01:00<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYBlM3unMkA&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYBlM3unMkA&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Um sonho... que tenho medo de acordar...<br />Um sentimento... que nao me cabe no peito...<br />Uma saudade... que dói...<br />Uma vontade... que os nossos momentos sejam eternos.<br /><br />(...*...)<br /></span>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-19905786870487930852009-01-19T14:58:00.002+00:002009-01-19T15:10:09.076+00:00Hoje...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJbd9vbWPRmQKgVZVZEp86XWCKjtKFc7H1GCcquIJagRpmjHbXsp2JlUzskDM-h8eiZuBb01rQ1qXQ0-ab_L8JJKMOxuF3ctRyid1iRDsyzfUYdomRnhrCWjvwl9MfB-YWKJT/s1600-h/C%2520M.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293022318021319058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJbd9vbWPRmQKgVZVZEp86XWCKjtKFc7H1GCcquIJagRpmjHbXsp2JlUzskDM-h8eiZuBb01rQ1qXQ0-ab_L8JJKMOxuF3ctRyid1iRDsyzfUYdomRnhrCWjvwl9MfB-YWKJT/s320/C%2520M.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Pensa em fazer-te o que gostarias que os outros te fizessem;</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc33;">em tratar-te como gostarias que os outros te tratassem;</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc33;">em amar-te como gostarias que os outros te amassem. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">(autor desconhecido)</span></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-79005508031031672952008-12-01T18:57:00.003+00:002008-12-01T19:14:04.563+00:00<div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqVnOLiH0FM&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqVnOLiH0FM&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOWdRtQPZGNAjEZuwU0dAsyBRDMAsfmYLMimNjeK9xTAzYVrinLqztoTYK5ZWBCFl3nipGVuymaRItiH05lAMGEZ07jmTG2y_fhAe8RZ-EardoEyaI08kIiZJiGFz8DDuDgCbD/s1600-h/pai.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274901228760808418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOWdRtQPZGNAjEZuwU0dAsyBRDMAsfmYLMimNjeK9xTAzYVrinLqztoTYK5ZWBCFl3nipGVuymaRItiH05lAMGEZ07jmTG2y_fhAe8RZ-EardoEyaI08kIiZJiGFz8DDuDgCbD/s320/pai.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;">(09/05/1939 - 28-11-2008)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Até sempre, Pai.*</span></p>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-70215486225395889632008-11-15T01:17:00.004+00:002008-11-15T04:51:20.018+00:00O livro da minha vida.<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSLqkYxYxD0&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSLqkYxYxD0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Tenho um livro meio escrito...<br />As páginas escritas da vida, que não puderam ser apenas os rascunhos que deviam ter sido...<br />Os arrependimentos, as culpas, as raivas, as mágoas...<br />Tentativas de reatar coisas que estavam mais que rasgadas...<br />Querer ser fiel a princípios de outras pessoas... querer ser fiel aos meus princípios e não conseguir, por pensar que valores mais altos falavam...<br />Querer ser sempre a pessoa pacificadora, diplomata, serena...<br />Com o tempo, esses sentimentos passaram a ser lições de vidas, vistos com olhos mais longínquos.<br /><br />Os capítulos dos ganhos, os das perdas... os capítulos do amor, da alegria..<br /><br />Cada página escrita com uma tinta especial... de sangue e de lágrimas, de amor e gargalhadas...<br /><br />Cada letra escrita com todo o sentimento que dos meus poros sai...<br /><br />Cada página guardada com toda a serenidade e saudade que aos poucos se vai...<br /><br />Esperando a continuação...<br /><br />Esperando um fim feliz.</strong></em> </span>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-28862081088584115892008-09-06T23:08:00.002+01:002008-09-07T00:36:41.846+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9j73rPwojhc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9j73rPwojhc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><em><br />"Difícil não é lutar pelo que mais se quer, mas sim desistir de quem mais se ama.<br />Eu precisei desistir... Mas não pense que desisti por não ter mais forças para lutar...mas sim por não ter mais condicões de sofrer..."</em>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-42828905766360404122008-06-21T12:17:00.004+01:002008-06-22T03:22:16.751+01:00Desabafo<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Jd7gUYlM3LIsYeZJxsUYArgCXWZo2QF4JmlcxIDCXVD_tDpx8dJa8eJm2fAHh8EDnP22C-Y_DbanQCpEdmHGFMy7nIS-3DaN2O5rFBIqhIm-fELfBn4Qnr7j1r_cMuqMHGbo/s1600-h/c.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214299733384140786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Jd7gUYlM3LIsYeZJxsUYArgCXWZo2QF4JmlcxIDCXVD_tDpx8dJa8eJm2fAHh8EDnP22C-Y_DbanQCpEdmHGFMy7nIS-3DaN2O5rFBIqhIm-fELfBn4Qnr7j1r_cMuqMHGbo/s320/c.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">O cansaço invade-me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Os ombros pesam-me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">As costas doem-me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Sinto os braços adormecidos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Pela impotência de mudar o mundo...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Pela falta de coragem de dizer que me desiludiram.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Quero gritar...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Dizer que me sinto magoada, usada!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Que me tentaram pôr a honra em risco!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Mas...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Mais uma vez sobrevivo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Mais uma vez a minha voz diz que está tudo bem,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Tudo sem problemas...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Enquanto a minha voz mente....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Os meus olhos são sinceros.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Sinto-me perdida nesta vida em que teimo em pintar de cor de rosa.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Falsos!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Desonestos!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Eu sou humana!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Eu tenho sentimentos!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">E eu sei quando estou a ser enganada!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Larguem-me!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Deixem-me viver serenamente!</span> </div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-7350718333612931022008-05-26T23:22:00.003+01:002008-05-27T01:49:30.597+01:00<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBf8gwJnbEo&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBf8gwJnbEo&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>Amo-te.<br />Sinto no meu ser a tua presença, a tua essencia.<br />Sinto nas minhas veias o teu calor, o teu pulsar.<br />Sinto na minha alma a dor da tua ausência<br />O furor das tuas carícias, a tua sede de beijar.<br /><br />Amo-te.<br />Adoro o nosso riso, o nosso olhar<br />As nossas cumplicidades, o nosso gargalhar!<br />Os nossos despistes, o nosso voltar<br />A suavidade das nossas peles...<br />O nosso enroscar!</em> </span>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-42051411848657848562008-04-09T13:52:00.001+01:002008-04-09T13:55:00.563+01:00Contos...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHfW8OeSEEtXoEGkHWvaJzOqCf3OLF7NycedOgb3ostppp5owOGL9u_r6Lo3YQ5aO9CJda3WMGCQNfQCCwrfjNk6jZaF6otSKTNwc6GgoUthTDwlmO0MEWmYX8XoV-cEJPsZI/s1600-h/touch1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187227919134071778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHfW8OeSEEtXoEGkHWvaJzOqCf3OLF7NycedOgb3ostppp5owOGL9u_r6Lo3YQ5aO9CJda3WMGCQNfQCCwrfjNk6jZaF6otSKTNwc6GgoUthTDwlmO0MEWmYX8XoV-cEJPsZI/s320/touch1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Sentidos, sentires, sabores...<br />Toques de peles, arrepios atordoados...<br />Águas que crescem na boca...<br />Corpos que aquecem, abraçados...</em></strong></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Cumplicidades caladas...<br />Químicas raras, coincidências sincronizadas...<br />Contos de príncipes encantados...<br />E de princesas apaixonadas...</em></strong></span></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-3609018447013142612007-12-21T17:39:00.000+00:002007-12-21T18:52:55.778+00:00Feliz Natal!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9ZdABuhcOozESqXFrp1BBE2pc3wZJJB1UsVH24SocbVpYieFiVX6XNkI-8Oeg3WjTBSaFqkIKo_4fuagr3_dvy7lnrFh4Sd0xvBcHM8LnV-63nFKrKjhOscE1gJiu1rHspRm/s1600-h/feliz_natal_monica.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146501001143685554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9ZdABuhcOozESqXFrp1BBE2pc3wZJJB1UsVH24SocbVpYieFiVX6XNkI-8Oeg3WjTBSaFqkIKo_4fuagr3_dvy7lnrFh4Sd0xvBcHM8LnV-63nFKrKjhOscE1gJiu1rHspRm/s320/feliz_natal_monica.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;">Que no Natal se sinta alegria</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;">E Magia </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;">Que seja repleto de amor</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;">E de cor</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;">Que a paz nos envolva a razão</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;">E o coração</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;">E que o sonho nos guie pela vida!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em>Feliz Natal!</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19504185.post-7191512026568249852007-11-05T20:54:00.000+00:002007-11-05T21:32:14.968+00:00Um sonho...<div><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Cá está ele...</span> </strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-P6GIxXFumhGsxJL3t6PqOZ9VsSe686TkOtpuLog72SNZG_QivaDqytN5MnhzERfAVIALoLem2vwYFKcVnpNM8uDdq4bOjXNf-mFWYVJ8EmE8nZ2ig-8EgCii9TjqIpjzhuCh/s1600-h/Imagem+0042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129468630636483842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-P6GIxXFumhGsxJL3t6PqOZ9VsSe686TkOtpuLog72SNZG_QivaDqytN5MnhzERfAVIALoLem2vwYFKcVnpNM8uDdq4bOjXNf-mFWYVJ8EmE8nZ2ig-8EgCii9TjqIpjzhuCh/s320/Imagem+0042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>Que foi feito aqui....</strong></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129469695788373282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKoZhkAqp3aMQ5wHECvN2_RHmsoh58B0omOUAcwHZuDE4UDAkzvyoSZQHni5_xFRkDVFG1qTuqlwB4RyEvSxDXEtyuVchDQEo1LSZc9NK2YZQC8XgFHLu8oyTo4XiL0cNwQX2/s320/28a30setoeirassmall.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="color:#66cccc;"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>Pela pessoa que tem este estúdio!</strong></span><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129470584846603570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAf0nAGpBheCOIyIIQl6ClGYSK6wprxjGCX5CFPhyphenhyphenpj-2BTvBlNUToPTb3qfORCgRVv3Xf3Az7pToJwrwD_Vt3Hyd16GRlKOIyftPSCeXxayoZ-Dz3Jo0getCTI5q2VL2VsR9e/s320/TT.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.estudiotribaltattoo.com/">http://www.estudiotribaltattoo.com/</a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>Sítio e pessoa que recomendo pela simpatia, pelo profissionalismo... e por ser o artista fabuloso que é!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>Zé, Obrigada... de coração!</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">E a ti também... tag*</span>GIRASSOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17075835859499386409noreply@blogger.com6