tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171053912024-03-13T15:40:11.810+00:00Pensamento do DiaPorque, às vezes, a nossa mente vive mais do que nósMente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-14780043059816451392011-09-22T09:45:00.001+01:002011-09-22T09:45:59.535+01:00DOS MOMENTOS<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(</span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>Maya Angelou)<o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-79850498333892981922011-09-20T09:35:00.000+01:002011-09-20T09:33:20.286+01:00DA VERDADE<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>"If I only had three words of advice, they would be, Tell the Truth. If I got three more words, I'd add, All the Time."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(</span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>Randy Pausch)<o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-14480433792444573662011-08-29T12:23:00.000+01:002011-08-29T12:22:26.550+01:00DOS BEIJOS<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'>"Desde sempre que me deixei foder pelos beijos. Se querem morrer amiúde, percam-se nos beijos. Não no que o corpo faz. Nisso, a alma dá o desconto."<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'>(Filipa in <a href="http://duvidascorderosa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Dúvidas cor-de-rosa</a>)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-82214684620528707412011-08-26T09:57:00.000+01:002011-08-26T09:56:36.615+01:00DA VIDA<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>"There comes a time in your life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don't. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(Unknown)<o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-45512787183143461892011-08-24T09:49:00.000+01:002011-08-24T09:48:06.170+01:00DO ÓDIO<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>“Não odeies o teu inimigo, porque, se o fazes, és de algum modo o seu escravo. O teu ódio nunca será melhor do que a tua paz.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(Jorge Luis Borges)<o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-31340702061670578842011-08-23T12:53:00.000+01:002011-08-23T12:52:15.953+01:00DO QUE PODES FAZER COMIGO<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:12.0pt;text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black'>"There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature".</span></span><span class=apple-converted-space><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black'> </span></span><span class=apple-style-span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black'><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black'>(Lawrence Durrell)</span></span><o:p></o:p></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-8065463189769567922011-08-22T09:35:00.000+01:002011-08-22T09:34:50.220+01:00DO QUE NÃO SEI SE SOU<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-language:PT'> “(…) tenho o nome duma flor quando me chamas.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-language:PT'>quando me tocas, nem eu sei<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-language:PT'>se sou água, rapariga ou algum pomar que atravessei (…)”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-language:PT'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-language:PT'>(Eugénio de Andrade)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-84742962058502531172011-08-18T14:38:00.000+01:002011-08-18T14:37:16.078+01:00DO POUCO MAIS QUE FARIA CONTIGO<div class=WordSection1><p align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#222222'>"Ontem de olhos postos num monitor que mostrava um coração que insistia em não bater num ritmo sinusal lembrei-me disso. É o compasso de espera. A infinita e repetida descoberta de que somos incompetentes até para gerir o bater do nosso coração. Podemos dizer ao nosso coração para não bater assim, podemos permitir que o encharquem em drogas para ele ter um ritmo apropriado, que se ele não estiver para aí virado…não há nada, que alguém possa fazer.<br><br>Roubaste-me o coração. Sim. Tenho a certeza que algures entre os teus AVC’s, as tuas escleroses, as tuas outras maleitas que não me despertam particular interesse está o meu coração partido. Cheio de disparos ectópicos, repleto de profunda incompetência para se suster a si mesmo.<br><br>Sabes, é muito desagradável continuar a sonhar contigo, a pensar em ti de vez em quando, a sentir este nó profundo quando confrontada com as coisas que te trazem a mim.<br>Disse-te com toda a minha arrogância adeus. Disse-o, arrisco-me a dizer que, à luz do que sei hoje, voltaria a dizer.<br>Que faria eu com um homem como tu?<br>Amor, todas as noites…<br></span><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#222222'>Pouco mais que isso."</span><span lang=EN-US><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#222222'>(Sahaisis in '</span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#222222'><a href="http://sahaisis.blogspot.com/"><span lang=EN-US>Keeping it simple is complicated</span></a></span><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#222222'>')<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#222222;mso-fareast-language:PT'><img border=0 width=1 height=1 id="Picture_x0020_7" src="cid:image001.gif@01CC5DB4.619B83E0" alt="Description: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586436684567894288-8951036769304102595?l=sahaisis.blogspot.com"></span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#222222'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-87770433436428865062011-08-17T14:16:00.000+01:002011-08-17T14:15:38.250+01:00DAS COISAS QUE NUNCA DISSE<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:#474B4E'>“nunca escrevi<br>sou<br>apenas um tradutor de silêncios.<br>a vida<br>tatuou-me nos olhos<br>janelas em que me transcrevo e apago<br>sou um soldado<br>que se apaixona<br>pelo inimigo que vai matar.”<br><br><em><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";font-style:normal'>(Mia Couto)</span></em></span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-26793723274964756382011-08-12T16:15:00.000+01:002011-08-12T16:14:54.943+01:00DOS RECOMEÇOS<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><em><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal'> <span lang=EN-US>“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></em></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><em><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";font-style:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></em></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'>(F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Great Gatsby’)</span><o:p></o:p></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-74528508927285644092011-08-10T15:01:00.000+01:002011-08-10T15:00:57.126+01:00DAS COISAS QUE NÃO QUEREMOS VER<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black'> <span lang=EN-US>“Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black'>(Karen Blixen, ‘Out of Africa’)</span><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-35513673844761004262011-08-09T12:07:00.001+01:002011-08-09T12:07:11.552+01:00DA DOR<div class=WordSection1><h2 align=center style='margin-right:97.5pt;text-align:center;line-height:18.0pt'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'> <span lang=EN-US>“That’s how you survive. When it hurts so much you can’t breathe… That’s how you survive.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></h2><h2 align=center style='margin-right:97.5pt;text-align:center;line-height:18.0pt'><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";font-weight:normal'>(Grey’s Anatomy)<o:p></o:p></span></h2></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-21096591673148896582011-08-08T12:33:00.000+01:002011-08-08T12:32:24.619+01:00DAS COISAS QUE SE CONFUNDEM<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=words><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>“Beauty and the devil are the same thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=words><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=words><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(</span></span><span class=source><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>Robert Mapplethorpe)</span></span><o:p></o:p></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-49513469192500071982011-08-05T11:28:00.000+01:002011-08-05T11:27:37.701+01:00DO SOFRIMENTO QUE ESCOLHEMOS NÃO TER<div class=WordSection1><table class=MsoNormalTable border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0><tr><td valign=top style='padding:0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm'><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>"A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade. <br>A dor é inevitável. O sofrimento é opcional."<o:p></o:p></span></p><div id=yiv1127205588><p align=center style='text-align:center;background:white'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p></div></td></tr></table><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-73352220392491293672011-08-04T16:36:00.000+01:002011-08-04T16:35:45.170+01:00DA FORMA COMO O TEU CORPO ME MOLDA QUANDO DORMES<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(Brian Andreas)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-88521575610410958462011-08-03T11:06:00.000+01:002011-08-03T11:05:44.565+01:00DO QUANTO ÉS INTOCÁVEL<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:12.0pt;text-align:center;line-height:13.5pt'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>“Que nenhuma estrela queime o teu perfil<br>Que nenhum deus se lembre do teu nome<br>Que nem o vento passe onde tu passas.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:13.5pt'><span lang=EN style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(Sophia de Mello Breyner Andersen) </span><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-1710655336708408292011-08-02T09:49:00.000+01:002011-08-02T09:48:51.371+01:00DE QUANDO DIZES QUE ME AMAS<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT'> <span lang=EN-US>“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.”</span></span><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";mso-fareast-language:PT'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";mso-fareast-language:PT'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";mso-fareast-language:PT'>(</span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";mso-fareast-language:PT'>William Shakespeare)</span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-65646070155270946072011-07-29T11:40:00.000+01:002011-07-29T11:39:37.623+01:00DAS GALINHAS<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:#464545'> “Na realidade, A Mulher Portuguesa é uma leoa que, por força das circunstâncias, sabe imitar a voz das galinhas, porque o rugir dela mete medo ao parceiro. Quando perdem a paciência, ou se cansam, cuidado. A Mulher portuguesa zangada não é o «Agarrem-me senão eu mato-o» dos homens: agarra mesmo, e mata mesmo.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:#464545'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:#464545'>(Miguel Esteves Cardoso)</span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-12979921411038680012011-07-26T11:59:00.000+01:002011-07-26T11:58:53.108+01:00DA IDADE<div class=Section1> <p align=center style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center'><font size=2 face="Microsoft Sans Serif"><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family: "Microsoft Sans Serif"'>"Com o tempo adquire-se a certeza de que nada vale muito a pena. A suprema conquista da idade é poder chamar sabedoria ao desânimo"<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p align=center style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center'><strong><b><font size=2 face="Microsoft Sans Serif"><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family: "Microsoft Sans Serif";font-weight:normal'>(Luís Fernando Veríssimo)</span></font></b></strong><font size=2 face="Microsoft Sans Serif"><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family: "Microsoft Sans Serif"'><o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> </div> Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-15016426641848193852011-07-25T12:05:00.000+01:002011-07-25T12:04:39.643+01:00DOS ARREPENDIMENTOS<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><font size=2 color=black face="Microsoft Sans Serif"><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif";color:black'> “Rememorando, tenho este remorso com frequência, quando amei não o disse</span></font></span><span class=apple-style-span><font size=2 color=black face="Microsoft Sans Serif"><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif";color:black'>.”<o:p></o:p></span></font></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><font size=2 color=black face="Microsoft Sans Serif"><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif";color:black'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><font size=2 color=black face="Microsoft Sans Serif"><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif";color:black'>(David Grayson)</span></font></span><o:p></o:p></p> </div> Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-20575851980674886592011-06-08T10:42:00.000+01:002011-06-08T10:41:58.935+01:00DOS MOMENTOS QUE NOS MARCAM<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:15.6pt; background:white'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'> “Às vezes, agarramos um momento e enfiamo-lo no bolso e sabemos que vamos andar com ele o resto da nossa vida.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(Richard Zimler <i>in</i> “Ilha Teresa”)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-14058085528335243742011-06-07T11:13:00.001+01:002011-06-07T11:13:46.535+01:00DA BRUXA QUE HÁ EM MIM<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>“Enquanto as princesas dormem, as Bruxas voam…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>(requiescatinpacem in<span class=apple-converted-space> </span></span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><a href="http://weellcometothewonderland.blogspot.com/2011/06/ha-dias-assim_06.html" target="_blank"><span lang=EN-US style='color:windowtext'>Welcome to Wonderland</span></a></span><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'>)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><span lang=EN-US><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-75858332121130216502011-06-06T10:43:00.000+01:002011-06-06T10:42:55.361+01:00DE COMO AMAR<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><em><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:#222222; font-style:normal'> <span lang=EN-US>“Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back and reasons to stay.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></em></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:#222222'><br> <span class=apple-style-span>(Dalai Lama)</span></span><o:p></o:p></p> </div> Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-61487404047801601482011-06-03T12:00:00.000+01:002011-06-03T11:59:55.963+01:00DO QUE SOU<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:12.0pt;text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"; color:black'> <span lang=EN-US>“Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic.”</span></span></span><i><span lang=EN-US style='font-family: "Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black'><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";color:black'>(<em><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif";font-style:normal'>Salvador Dali)</span></em></span><i><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"'><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> </div> Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17105391.post-30197345000335189482011-06-01T11:23:00.001+01:002011-06-01T11:23:14.158+01:00DE COMO AS COISAS SÃO<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"; color:black'> <span lang=EN-US>“I guess we can't really complain about our karma. It's not an affair. It's not unexpected. It just... evens the score. And even when we're about to do something that we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass... Well, it goes without saying. </span></span></span><span class=apple-style-span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"; color:black'>We do it anyway."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><span style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"; color:black'><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><span class=apple-style-span><span lang=EN-US style='font-family:"Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"; color:black'>(George O'Malley in Grey's Anatomy)</span></span><span lang=EN-US><o:p></o:p></span></p> </div> Mente Quase Perigosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658335692498141538noreply@blogger.com0