tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221062472011-04-21T19:40:28.759+01:00Equilibrio é uma ténue linha entre o São e o Demente...Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-66028856526612689072007-02-26T00:15:00.000Z2007-02-26T00:16:50.831ZThe valley green was so serene<br />In the middle ran a stream so blue...<br />A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him...<br />She would say...<br />"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me<br />I love you so,<br />Never let go, <br />I will be your ghost of a rose..."<br /><br />Her eyes believed in mysteries<br />She would lay amongst the leaves of amber<br />Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her...<br />When she would say...<br />"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me<br />I love you so,<br />Never let go, <br />I will be your ghost of a rose..."<br /><br />When all was done, she turned to run<br />Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her<br />And ever more he thought he saw<br />A glimpse of her upon the moors forever<br />He'd hear her say...<br />"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me<br />I love you so,<br />Never let go, <br />I will be your ghost of a rose..."<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cfjpQZkC92Y"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cfjpQZkC92Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-6602885652661268907?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-39609297673665679432007-02-14T00:09:00.000Z2007-02-26T00:14:02.631ZUm dia o amor perguntou à amizade:<br />- Mas para que serves tu?<br />A amizade respondeu:<br />- Sirvo para limpar as lágrimas que tu deixas cair...<br /><br />Já me cairam muitas por amor, mas sempre tive a amizade para me as limpar...<br /><br />Sinto-me feliz por isso, portanto tu que lês, sorri que eu sorrio contigo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-3960929767366567943?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1168307099949255172007-01-08T23:42:00.000Z2007-01-09T01:48:49.986ZFrom the time i was just innocent...<br /><br /><em>"Long is the time I’ve been sad<br />Apart from friends I feel bad<br />Support, I quest with them<br />Nothing, I got till then<br /><br />What should I look for<br />Love, tender, a shoulder, what more<br />Maybe something they can’t give<br />Something stronger to help me live<br /><br />Fun and good times I get<br />But with friends I can’t forget<br />That is not all that I need<br />What I want is a reason to live<br /><br />Laughs and cries all together<br />Sometime I even feel better<br />But the tender someone can give<br />Can’t be taken from friends, I believe<br /><br />I see them play and smile<br />I follow them for a while<br />But I need to find my way<br />All I want is to love today<br /><br />Loneliness I feel always<br />Because I don’t love yet nowadays<br />I even think I lost the touch<br />To how to love someone so much<br /><br />They look so happy playing like childs<br />Teasing, cuddling, what’s on their minds<br />So joyful, happy and smiling<br />But where’s the One that keeps on hiding<br /><br />Sadness and revolt and anger<br />Living softly clear of danger<br />So much passion in the air<br />And I can’t grab any, it’s not fair<br /><br />Small letters I draw here<br />Thinking what I really fear<br />To be alone when I get old<br />No crying childs to make me bold<br /><br />Time unfortunately does not stop<br />And I keep on loosing hope<br />So I dreaming I’ll stay<br />Hoping I can love again someday"</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-116830709994925517?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1162684816378456832006-11-04T23:52:00.000Z2006-11-05T00:00:16.386ZEm que acordar é um erro<br />Em que pensas já ter ultrapassado<br />Em que achas que nada sentes<br />Em que os sentimentos te traiem<br />Em que tudo a tua volta está contra ti<br />Em que ninguem te entende<br />Em que nada fazes aqui<br />Em que apenas estás longe<br />Em que pensas que tudo é um sonho<br />Em que pensas que tudo é um pesadelo<br />Em que um sorriso podia fazer-te bem<br />Em que uma palavra te pode aquecer<br />Em que os amigos te traiem<br />Em que tu sabes que o fizeram<br />Em que sabes que estão a tentar fazer de ti parvo<br />Em que achas que estão a conseguir<br /><br />Depois, tens um dia como eu tive hoje...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-116268481637845683?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1156933492329425432006-08-30T11:22:00.000+01:002006-08-30T11:24:52.350+01:00Tenho amigos que não sabem<br />o quanto são meus amigos.<br />Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto<br />e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.<br />A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre que o amor.<br />Eis que permite que o objecto dela<br />se divida em outros afectos,<br />enquanto o amor tem intrinseco o ciúme,<br />que não admite a rivalidade.<br />E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor,<br />que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores,<br />mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! <br />Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem<br />o quanto são meus amigos<br />e o quanto a minha vida depende de suas existências... <br />Alguns deles não procuro,<br />basta-me saber que eles existem.<br />Esta mera condição me encoraja<br />a seguir em frente pela vida.<br />Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade,<br />não lhes posso dizer o quanto gosto deles.<br />Eles não iriam acreditar...<br />Muitos deles estão lendo esta crónica<br />e não sabem que estão incluídos (...)<br /><br />Vinicius de Moraes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-115693349232942543?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1150161625131516652006-06-13T02:19:00.000+01:002006-06-13T02:22:55.873+01:00...you made me smile...<br /><br />That was when you dance it for me...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cePoT9wkf14"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cePoT9wkf14" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Yes... i still remember...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-115016162513151665?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1149511242427705412006-05-27T22:41:00.000+01:002006-06-05T13:40:42.436+01:00It has been an year since you broke my shell and made me smile again...<br /><br />Too bad it has ended...<br /><br />I miss your tender kisses and you tender hugs...<br /><br />Never the less i still hold the memories, of that moment in time...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-114951124242770541?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1144239854054091642006-04-05T13:18:00.000+01:002006-04-05T13:24:14.070+01:00Há dois anos fui fazer algo que me custou muito...<br />No ano passado, tive alguem a meu lado que me ajudou a superar, mas no fim quase que ia novamente...<br />Este ano andei duas semanas a bater mal por saber que alguem muito próximo poderia ter de fazer o que eu fiz...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3182/801/1600/Pain.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3182/801/320/Pain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Ontem veio-lhe o periodo e pude dormir mais descansado, pois apesar de não ser comigo tenho o mau hábito de viver também os problemas dos que me estão próximos... é por isso que são/somos amigos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-114423985405409164?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1142805631273830482006-03-19T21:59:00.000Z2006-03-19T22:00:31.293ZMy heart was noble... I gave my all to help others like myself, inocente, gentle, alone, dreamer. Yet now i lack their strength, their fortitude, their faith...<br /><br />Forgive me ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-114280563127383048?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1141689433115066422006-03-06T23:56:00.000Z2006-03-06T23:57:13.130ZDid I disappoint you or let you down?<br />Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?<br />'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,<br />Yes I saw you were blind and I knew I had won.<br /><br />So I took what's mine by eternal right.<br />Took your soul out into the night.<br />It may be over but it won't stop there,<br />I am here for you if you'd only care.<br /><br />You touched my heart you touched my soul.<br />You changed my life and all my goals.<br />And love is blind but then I knew it,<br />My heart was blinded by you.<br /><br />I've kissed your lips and held your head.<br />Shared your dreams and shared your bed.<br />I know you well, I know your smell.<br />I've been addicted to you.<br /><br />Goodbye my lover.<br />Goodbye my friend.<br />You have been the one.<br />You have been the one for me.<br /><br />Goodbye my lover.<br />Goodbye my friend.<br />You have been the one.<br />You have been the one for me.<br /><br />I am a dreamer and when I wake,<br />You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.<br />And as you move on, remember me,<br />Remember us and all we used to be<br /><br />I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.<br />I've watched you sleeping for a while.<br />I'd be the father of your child.<br />I'd spend a lifetime with you.<br /><br />I know your fears and you know mine.<br />We've had our doubts but now we're fine,<br />And I love you, I swear that's true.<br />I cannot live without you.<br /><br />Goodbye my lover.<br />Goodbye my friend.<br />You have been the one.<br />You have been the one for me.<br /><br />Goodbye my lover.<br />Goodbye my friend.<br />You have been the one.<br />You have been the one for me.<br /><br />And I still hold your hand in mine.<br />In mine when I'm asleep.<br />And I will bear my soul in time,<br />When I'm kneeling at your feet.<br /><br />Goodbye my lover.<br />Goodbye my friend.<br />You have been the one.<br />You have been the one for me.<br /><br />Goodbye my lover.<br />Goodbye my friend.<br />You have been the one.<br />You have been the one for me.<br /><br />I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.<br />I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.<br /><br />I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.<br />I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.<br /><br />by James Blunt<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-114168943311506642?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1141687057457099092006-03-06T23:17:00.000Z2006-03-06T23:19:35.366ZA noite fria envolve-me com o seu abraço...<br />Sinto-te longe...<br />E longe estão as memórias das nossas palavras...<br /><br /><div align="center">"Peço então aos pássaros<br />Que de nenhum modo batam asas<br />Que cessem o seu voo<br />Que me digam por onde passas</div><div align="center">Peço às árvores<br />Que se desviem do caminho<br />Para que a mensagem<br />Chegue ao seu destino</div><div align="center">Por medo que não me ouças</div><div align="center">Procuro então outro meio</div><div align="center">De te recordar o momento</div><div align="center">Em que me acolheste no teu seio</div><div align="center">Com esperança de me libertar</div><div align="center">Sussurro então ao vento</div><div align="center">Mais uma vez o que sinto</div><div align="center">A ansiedade no momento</div><div align="center">Conto-lhe o que me vai no peito</div><div align="center">As saudades que tenho do teu carinho</div><div align="center">As vezes que olho para trás no caminho</div><div align="center">As vezes que me sinto sozinho</div><div align="center">Peço-lhe mais uma vez</div><div align="center">Que faça como da ultima vez</div><div align="center">Que te leve o meu sorriso</div><div align="center">Que te lembre o quanto eu preciso</div><div align="center">De ver o teu olhar enternecedor</div><div align="center">Aquele sorriso acolhedor</div><div align="center">Aquele abraço sentido</div><div align="center">Aquela noite no sofá encolhido</div><div align="center">Mostraste-me que podia sorrir</div><div align="center">Como ultrapassar a dor</div><div align="center">E no dia a seguir</div><div align="center">O teu corpo deu-me calor</div><div align="center">Relembro então o vento</div><div align="center">O quanto me encolhi no canto</div><div align="center">Por sentir que podia não agradar</div><div align="center">Por ter receio de gostar</div><div align="center">Mas peço-te de novo vento</div><div align="center">Ajuda-me a encontrar</div><div align="center">Aquela que um dia</div><div align="center">Que um dia me fez sonhar</div><div align="center">Vou fechar de novo os olhos</div><div align="center">Para sentir o teu respirar</div><div align="center">Para sentir o teu aroma</div><div align="center">Para sempre recordar"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-114168705745709909?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1139936379397414992006-02-14T16:57:00.000Z2006-02-14T16:59:39.403Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3182/801/1600/Olho_Chorando.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3182/801/320/Olho_Chorando.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-113993637939741499?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1139349400191118502006-02-07T21:52:00.000Z2006-02-10T12:22:24.520ZHá já algum tempo, tentei ajudar um amigo a escrever uma mensagem para um cartão. Ele não gostou da ideia mas eu sim...<br /><br />Para não me esquecer da frase, escrevi-a numa mensagem e guardei no cartão do telemóvel...<br /><br />Passados 2 anos dei o cartão a uma amiga e ela foi "cuscar" as mensagens e até pensou que era dedicada a ela...<br /><br />Fui sincero, disse que não e expliquei-lhe a origem da mensagem...<br /><br />Às vezes sou mesmo idiota...<br /><br /><em>"Se recebeste esta mensagem, é porque vi algo de especial em ti...</em><br /><em>Mostra-me que não estou errado, olha para mim e sorri..."</em><br /><em></em><br />p.s.-> Ela sorriu :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-113934940019111850?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22106247.post-1139346642541306312006-02-07T21:09:00.000Z2006-02-07T21:10:42.550Z...perdemos alguém, lhe damos o devido valor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22106247-113934664254130631?l=blindfolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00858494122467020451noreply@blogger.com1