tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337445152024-03-27T06:36:51.882+00:00Serviço de urgênciaSobre pessoas e coisas. Sobre excessos e necessidades. Sobre tomadas de posição e atitudes em falta. Sobre a humanidade e sobre os riscos que a mesma comporta. Sobretudo, o diário das faltas.Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-46986127025201950862023-12-09T02:02:00.003+00:002023-12-09T02:02:54.219+00:00Sexuality and Disability<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/akGYugciSVw?si=USFVVvUfYI-eAHnc" frameborder="0"></iframe>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-55214572541288793132023-10-02T01:33:00.001+01:002023-10-02T01:33:09.561+01:00"Only You" - Sinéad O'Connor (Lyrics)<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/5TsnODPwJ1o?si=PcL-crVPE7BaK5o2" frameborder="0"></iframe>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-17545404325723617412023-08-06T09:08:00.001+01:002023-08-06T09:08:31.241+01:00BEN HARPER "Please Bleed"<iframe style="background-image:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/YoJ7mECfjpU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/YoJ7mECfjpU" frameborder="0"></iframe>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-23009761312653928832023-08-02T21:32:00.004+01:002023-08-02T21:32:41.537+01:00 Ya No Vivo Por Vivir<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/sIM4mDQJib4" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Poco a poco a poquito me fui enamorando<br />No pude evitarlo, yo te quiero tanto<br />Pero tanto y tanto, tú bien sabes cuánto<br />Eso y otro tanto te quiero decir<br />Que ya no vivo por vivir<br />Que ya no vivo por vivir<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Poco a poco a poquito, me fuiste enseñando<br />A besar tus labios, tus ojos, tus manos<br />Tu cuerpo soñado que tengo en mis brazos<br />Quiero ser de ti, yo voy a ser de ti<br />El más grande y dulce amor<br />El más grande y dulce amor<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Poco a poco, lentamente, me enseñaste a querer<br />Poco a poco, lentamente, yo de ti me enamoré<br />Poco a poco, lentamente, me enseñaste a vivir<br />Poco a poco, lentamente, yo me enamoré de ti<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Hoy canto y vivo contenta porque ahora<br />Ya puedo decir que por fin<br />Ya no vivo por vivir, ya no vivo<br />Hoy canto y vivo contenta porque ahora<br />Ya puedo decir que por fin<br />Ya no vivo por vivir, ya no vivo<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Poco a poco a poquito, me fui enamorando<br />No pude evitarlo, yo te quiero tanto<br />Pero tanto y tanto, tú bien sabes cuánto<br />Eso y otro tanto te quiero decir<br />Que ya no vivo por vivir<br />Que ya no vivo por vivir<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Poco a poco a poquito, me fuiste enseñando<br />A besar tus labios, tus ojos, tus manos<br />Tu cuerpo soñado que tengo en mis brazos<br />Quiero ser de ti, yo voy a ser de ti<br />El más grande y dulce amor<br />El más grande y dulce amor<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Poco a poco, lentamente, me enseñaste a querer<br />Poco a poco, lentamente, yo de ti me enamoré<br />Poco a poco, lentamente, me enseñaste a vivir<br />Poco a poco, lentamente, yo me enamoré de ti<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Hoy canto y vivo contenta porque ahora<br />Ya puedo decir que por fin<br />Ya no vivo por vivir, ya no vivo<br />Hoy canto y vivo contenta porque ahora<br />Ya puedo decir que por fin<br />Ya no vivo por vivir, ya no vivo<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Y hoy, y hoy ya no vivo por vivir (ya no vivo por vivir)<br />Ya no vivo (yo ya no vivo)<br />Y hoy, y hoy ya no vivo por vivir (ya no vivo por vivir)<br />Ya no, ya no vivo, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px;">Y hoy, y hoy ya no vivo por vivir<br />Ya no, ya no vivo<br />Y hoy, y hoy ya no vivo<br /></div><div class="verse tc_translate" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px;">Que ya no vivo por vivir</div></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-66935444968751531412023-06-20T21:47:00.005+01:002023-06-20T21:47:41.346+01:00Brian Weiss<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TYrpODs6QvM" width="320" youtube-src-id="TYrpODs6QvM"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meditar para religar</span></div><br /><p></p>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-41248400830384866952023-06-20T19:59:00.003+01:002023-06-20T20:01:48.018+01:00S. João é na Ribeira!<p> E está quase!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/g7PICMEfDTM" width="320" youtube-src-id="g7PICMEfDTM"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tco-5_BFWUA" width="320" youtube-src-id="tco-5_BFWUA"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2Y2N6HMmgM4" width="320" youtube-src-id="2Y2N6HMmgM4"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-88422897005145198972023-06-18T15:14:00.004+01:002023-06-18T15:14:48.053+01:00A Última Ceia por Herman José e Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa<iframe style="background-image:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/AfrM2zHJo8E/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/AfrM2zHJo8E" frameborder="0"></iframe>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-9439375191778841832023-06-16T15:12:00.000+01:002023-06-16T15:12:08.369+01:00Francisca Pascoaes<p> </p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjmkcGW_5zdZN8R6Cf5sH3HyrxK32tPsft4RpSz7ZmvFl63u03KggC6b03L8_ewhIYJiKawZj8VhwnY6SUZXV6A0m0oQTEg8vXbTlHiWYS9abTD76PQVV582gqRDZHsqE1dp_SGYE_za1TDFoo_YuDk_7VjHkaolVeWPVdAxVhggl7B4bx7E/s1058/18077429_664213737109552_3422882780831722246_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1058" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjmkcGW_5zdZN8R6Cf5sH3HyrxK32tPsft4RpSz7ZmvFl63u03KggC6b03L8_ewhIYJiKawZj8VhwnY6SUZXV6A0m0oQTEg8vXbTlHiWYS9abTD76PQVV582gqRDZHsqE1dp_SGYE_za1TDFoo_YuDk_7VjHkaolVeWPVdAxVhggl7B4bx7E/s320/18077429_664213737109552_3422882780831722246_o.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b>Encontro breve</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Tinha tanto a dizer te</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">E a comunicação foi</span></div><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Cortada, suprida</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">E neste muro de silêncio</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Que se ergueu da</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">circunstância</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">À margem da minha</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">ferida,</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Ainda permanece</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">a constância</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Resoluta e resolvida</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Da realidade aveludada,</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Da sombra da tenra idade,</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Bem querer da infância</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Em que ficaste</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Pra sempre na minha vida,</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Em que me deixaste.</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px;">Dessa partida improvisada</span></div></span></span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana;">pela maldade dela</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">,</span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ficou em mim</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Esta dor esquecida</span></div></span></span></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-57564062244026034882023-06-15T23:33:00.004+01:002023-06-15T23:34:59.395+01:00DIRETO | Audição de Pedro Nuno Santos, ex-Ministro das Infraestruturas ...<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/6twEFlAyCK4" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Audição de Pedro Nuno Santos, ex-Ministro das Infraestruturas ...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Querem ver que isto vai ser esclarecedor?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ou então, é mais do mesmo.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Audição de Pedro Nuno Santos, ex-Ministro das Infraestruturas e da Habitação, na Comissão Parlamentar de Inquérito à tutela política da gestão da TAP.</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-76058195792900981252023-06-15T21:36:00.000+01:002023-06-15T21:36:05.600+01:00João Negreiros & Júlio Fachada<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/xKEhzWqAJwE" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">SpokenSong - I will survive (Acoustic cover of Gloria Gaynor with Lyrics)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">First I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side
But I spent so many nights, thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong, I learned how to carry on
And so you're back, from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
With that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me
Go on now go walk out the door
Just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
You think I'd crumble
You think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
As long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
And I'll survive
I will survive
It took all the strength I had not to fall apart
Kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights, just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
And you see me... Somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person still in love with you
And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free
Now I'm saving all my loving for someone who's loving me
Now go walk out the door
Just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
You think I'd crumble
You think I'd lay down and die
No,
I will survive
As long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
And I'll survive
I will survive</span></span></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-14662879289039239062023-06-14T23:41:00.006+01:002023-06-14T23:41:46.219+01:00Aurora & Silvana Estrada <iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/fnndsDiio-M" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">— Cure For Me (Live)</span></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-89992876069046563332023-06-14T11:18:00.008+01:002023-06-14T23:42:13.388+01:00Al Qabri Ramos<p> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhaao6Oi6N2FfN3AfWh5iqQsw5mqOxJOZtcmCm2_KES2SjICgKy62dKaHW0aaHwGrMaS1pqtEJ5JGrsCB0FQ1pa0EaOcUhk9fYIx2V4dzUyyITijRjThBRgcaSmWO0Ogh3OBgZzv1jCNkBXSKi_tTBj3Ix0ee2qVScwlwzkt9uWaMNmXYqSRE/s1208/329287944_581703700233638_7897725930353776816_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1208" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhaao6Oi6N2FfN3AfWh5iqQsw5mqOxJOZtcmCm2_KES2SjICgKy62dKaHW0aaHwGrMaS1pqtEJ5JGrsCB0FQ1pa0EaOcUhk9fYIx2V4dzUyyITijRjThBRgcaSmWO0Ogh3OBgZzv1jCNkBXSKi_tTBj3Ix0ee2qVScwlwzkt9uWaMNmXYqSRE/s320/329287944_581703700233638_7897725930353776816_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Procuro pessoa inteira</span></span></b></span></span></p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sem dores nem intervalos</div><div style="text-align: center;">sem hiatos nem dor de corno</div><div style="text-align: center;">não procuro dono</div><div style="text-align: center;">sou dona de mim mesma</div><div style="text-align: center;">convém-me pessoa que seja</div><div style="text-align: center;">apaixonada por música, eclética</div><div style="text-align: center;">que tenha noções de estética</div><div style="text-align: center;">bom humor e sarcasmo</div><div style="text-align: center;">que seja uma estrela</div><div style="text-align: center;">que me conduza</div><div style="text-align: center;">ao melhor em mim</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que goste de fazer amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">sem pressa e aprecie,</div><div style="text-align: center;">também,</div><div style="text-align: center;">orgasmos mentais</div><div style="text-align: center;">que substitua ciúmes</div><div style="text-align: center;">por confiança</div><div style="text-align: center;">que seja de alianças e</div><div style="text-align: center;">não de negrumes</div><div style="text-align: center;">que tenha na alma</div><div style="text-align: center;">desejo de conhecimento</div><div style="text-align: center;">que voe mais alto e</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais dentro,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que seja ombro, entorno</div><div style="text-align: center;">companheiro e amigo</div><div style="text-align: center;">que seja namorado e</div><div style="text-align: center;">destino,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que respeite o amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">à família e que não necessite</div><div style="text-align: center;">de igrejas ou homílias</div><div style="text-align: center;">que conheça o ser humano</div><div style="text-align: center;">por dentro e por fora</div><div style="text-align: center;">e que esteja disposto a</div><div style="text-align: center;">aprender a toda a hora.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que aprecie uma refeição</div><div style="text-align: center;">tranquilo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que não traga stress consigo</div><div style="text-align: center;">que saiba que não há mal</div><div style="text-align: center;">sem retorno e que sinta</div><div style="text-align: center;">que o seu lugar é insubstituível</div><div style="text-align: center;">que esteja sempre pronto</div><div style="text-align: center;">para a vida e os seus contornos</div><div style="text-align: center;">indefinidos</div><div style="text-align: center;">que acorde bem-disposto</div><div style="text-align: center;">que goste de café</div><div style="text-align: center;">e de me ouvir cantar</div><div style="text-align: center;">no chuveiro,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que seja criança e maduro</div><div style="text-align: center;">e não se apegue à zona</div><div style="text-align: center;">de conforto</div><div style="text-align: center;">que goste de viajar e</div><div style="text-align: center;">de fazer amigos</div><div style="text-align: center;">que seja gentil e guerreiro</div><div style="text-align: center;">que seja mago e feiticeiro</div><div style="text-align: center;">que seja ele inteiro</div><div style="text-align: center;">e que seja um comigo</div><div style="text-align: center;">...</div></span>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-89891212547706427812023-06-13T18:59:00.003+01:002023-06-13T18:59:37.189+01:00Começar de novo<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kHBdZtdaR30" width="320" youtube-src-id="kHBdZtdaR30"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">Começar de novo vale sempre a pena.</div></span><p></p>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-89793168255604845812023-06-13T13:04:00.004+01:002023-06-13T13:04:17.446+01:00E o povo, pá? Sempre igual!<iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/pZonZntFU7Y" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pZonZntFU7Y/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Homens da Luta</span></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-62420505138480704142023-06-12T21:47:00.001+01:002023-06-12T21:47:05.990+01:00Quebramos os Dois?<iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/grzrq_vUceI" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/grzrq_vUceI/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Toranja</span></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-37379843042593666582023-06-12T18:53:00.011+01:002023-06-15T02:05:19.456+01:00Recado para ti<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jgZkV0-EFgs" width="320" youtube-src-id="jgZkV0-EFgs"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A Natália a falar contigo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">E de verde. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MbdQ8CwpnCc" width="320" youtube-src-id="MbdQ8CwpnCc"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/WfxnDwiYsts" width="320" youtube-src-id="WfxnDwiYsts"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A Ka sabe mais do que tu ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hlt6VVOMCp8" width="320" youtube-src-id="hlt6VVOMCp8"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/31O2QOl8iys" width="320" youtube-src-id="31O2QOl8iys"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Elisa Carvalho</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HRDgz_wIR0w" width="320" youtube-src-id="HRDgz_wIR0w"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cPpRpfa1f9g" width="320" youtube-src-id="cPpRpfa1f9g"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tallulah</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-37144383847714085662023-06-11T04:35:00.000+01:002023-06-11T04:35:08.627+01:00O parto da Minie<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/PRzy4iUPCPI" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/PRzy4iUPCPI/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lovely Billie Eilish & Khalid while driving in the rain</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hoje sou a parteira que assiste a minha Minie</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A Lucy, mãe dela beija-a e dá-lhe força, mas ela só confia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">em mim. Não posso dormir. Descanso quando a festa acabar.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nunca desapontem nenhuma criatura que confie em vós.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pbMwTqkKSps" width="320" youtube-src-id="pbMwTqkKSps"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-44455025837773450582023-06-11T01:52:00.003+01:002023-06-11T01:52:16.174+01:00By This River <iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/QAzxzF4Em_o" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> (Before & After Science)</span></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-46564420319762316852023-06-09T14:52:00.000+01:002023-06-09T14:52:02.547+01:00Corre com a Apav<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0TfnYi3qRNHlWUlDqETNNFyaytDL7eZ7OBtrVGIeKxseu6em5EuqWSLvNmw81wiYQ5w4TCI8nOuzle7rKtXJQYLYUbx9vPj4Iv7jxECHAjjhuZF516jJEFF_PyMojawxjacygVAVS574o_31nGyn2lvjz20w3kKozwLcAhxJtDMkM9jjzi0/s1401/background-logos-v4-49ec92a7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="908" data-original-width="1401" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0TfnYi3qRNHlWUlDqETNNFyaytDL7eZ7OBtrVGIeKxseu6em5EuqWSLvNmw81wiYQ5w4TCI8nOuzle7rKtXJQYLYUbx9vPj4Iv7jxECHAjjhuZF516jJEFF_PyMojawxjacygVAVS574o_31nGyn2lvjz20w3kKozwLcAhxJtDMkM9jjzi0/s320/background-logos-v4-49ec92a7.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A violência é a principal razão deste mundo estar em retrocesso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A 10 de Setembro, em Monsanto, corre também tu, pela eliminação da violência.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A partir das 09h da manhã e toda a família está incluída. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-49153543679840329852023-06-09T03:59:00.001+01:002023-06-09T03:59:22.791+01:00Espírito de Missão<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ib4YX7bjtUc" width="320" youtube-src-id="Ib4YX7bjtUc"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">As vicissitudes acumularam-se.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">Fora assim a vida toda. Zero de ambição.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">O resumo ou síntese que cabia aqui era: Afinal, a conduta tinha sido sempre a mesma. Amor, a tudo, flores, cores e música, teatro, expressão e magia, e sobretudo a pessoas. As pessoas não retribuíam porque não entendiam a dádiva. Os animais sim. Ela era como eles, recíprocos. Os de quatro patas. As aves. Todos os outros, de alguma forma, teimavam em pendurar tabuletas ou virar as costas. Não admirava que lhe chamassem extraterrestre. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">Ela era um. Mas só agora avaliava as coisas por esse prisma. Ela dava a camisola, o tempo, o amor, as receitas, sem olhar a quem. Não esperava nada em troca e, nem bem tinha caído no sono e já era bombeira outra vez, ou dos mesmos ou de outros. Sempre sem medir esforços, numa entrega que nem mesmo vira em pessoas próximas. Nem nas missões cristãs, pois as missionárias, ainda que imbuídas do espírito cristão, recebiam a refeição, o apreço ou o reconhecimento. Ela nada. E tantas vezes, a traição. Tantas traições se avolumaram! Raras vezes a ouvi queixar-se. Lamentar-se. Chorar. Voltava a fazer o mesmo, uma e outra vez. Por esse motivo, chegara ao quadro final. Ao espelho: </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">-Diz-me quem sou, espelho meu?</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">- Não queria revelar-te assim, de mão beijada, mas se não for eu, será outro espelho a dizer-to. Tu és uma serva de Cristo. Bem próxima dele. E trazes uma grande responsabilidade entre mãos. Suprir através do amor d'Ele a fome de fé, a fome de alimento, a fome de saúde. E ser um exemplo. Imitar a Cristo. Só não te prejudiques mais! Aprende que o amor, mesmo o mais pequenino, necessita de reciprocidade. Como podes tu desempenhar o que te foi confiado se não estiveres bem?</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">O espelho era baço, nem sequer antigo, mas possuía alguma sabedoria. Só um espelho atento lhe responderia, nomeando Cristo. Ela conhecia bem Cristo. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">A prova ou teste que Cristo lhe preparara iria atestar do seu amor virtuoso. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">Ela não tinha receio do exame. A vida toda lhe provava que tinha vindo com essa missão. Ela só não aguentava o peso da cruz que trazia, na mesma posição, há mais de dois anos, sem ter uma data que pudesse colmatar a ansiedade. Dar-lhe um rumo. Para poder rasgar o caminho depois. A família chegada estava toda doente e ela própria, o sono era raro fazer aparição e o fio condutor de tantas maldades na sua vida estava do lado avesso da sua entrega. Ela culpava-se por a família ser submetida áquilo. E alguns confundiam os seus filhos, desejando-lhes mal, abusando da sua bondade. Como o faziam com ela. Os seus filhos eram o espelho dela. De um coração meigo e tolerante. Ela sabia ser o extremo dessa entrega. Os frutos do seu ventre lhe diziam repetidamente: Tens que deixar de ser assim. Para. Observa. Onde estiveram esses amigos vida fora, quando precisaste? Eles sabiam o mesmo que ela. As pessoas não eram merecedoras dessa entrega.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">"Depois do sacrifício final virá a tua REDENÇÃO: em breve. E serás os meus olhos e a minha espada. Não receies"</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">E a minha fé, de um pequeno grão de mostarda, se agigantou, era uma cidade de luzes, onde o Seu amor brilhava. Não tinha medo de nada. Se Ele era por ela, quem contra ela?</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">Medo nenhum. Apenas cansaço. E não tinha solidão, apenas sede de saber, sede de entrega do tesouro que tinha dentro. Precioso e raro. Ela não era uma mulher, era uma ponte que mediava dois mundos. E as águas eram-lhe essenciais. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">O seu mago também. Os seus ancestrais apareciam uma e outra vez, já nem escolhiam a noite para o fazer. E garantiam-lhe que o seu sacrifício lhe traria a realização de um sonho antigo. E essa era a sua recompensa maior, cumprir a missão a dois. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><div class="vers-wrap" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 40px 15px 18px; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline;"><p class="vers vers_1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; hyphens: none; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="vers vers_1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; hyphens: none; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">"Eis que venho em breve! A minha recompensa está comigo, e eu retribuirei a cada um de acordo com o que fez. Eu sou o Alfa e o Ômega, o Primeiro e o Último, o Princípio e o Fim.</span></p><p class="vers vers_1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; hyphens: none; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://www.bibliaon.com/versiculo/apocalipse_22_12-13/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; outline-offset: -2px; outline: -webkit-focus-ring-color auto 5px; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #444444; font-family: verdana;">Apocalipse 22:12-13</span></a></p></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-86925413813058085482023-06-08T22:54:00.001+01:002023-06-08T22:54:21.119+01:00Acordem<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Qut5e3OfCvg" width="320" youtube-src-id="Qut5e3OfCvg"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/o2gGD4ewTNA" width="320" youtube-src-id="o2gGD4ewTNA"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-25059226168772237322023-06-08T15:53:00.005+01:002023-06-08T15:54:04.765+01:00Richie Campbell<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-aYlTLU2hUA" width="320" youtube-src-id="-aYlTLU2hUA"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: verdana;">Broken(Heartless)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="background-color: #999999; font-family: verdana;">Prod by Migz & Ariel
Mix & Master: André Tavares
Production: Bridgetown
Directed by Pedro Dias
Cast: Filipa Sousa (NXT Management)
DOP: Cristiano Santos
Focus Puler: Roni Beraha
Assistant Camera: Tiago Ferra Nunes
Gaffer: Ricardo Giglio
Best Boy: Afonso Moura e Carlos Zenida
Drone: Luís Pereira e David Gu
Special Effects: Tomás Marau e João Madeira
Production Assistant: Catarina Azevedo e Rui Dores
Art Direction: Bee
Art Assistant: Henrique Mendes
Styling: MRNGStyling
Make up: Sandra Alves
Edited by Pedro Dias
Editing Assistant: Buscka- Bairro up films
Colorist: Daniel De Laranja</span></span><p></p>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-82843258723438707442023-06-06T18:38:00.002+01:002023-06-06T18:45:15.806+01:00Ana Carolina & Seu Jorge<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/z4j9BhlmSSU" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div> Quem De Nós Dois (La Mia Storia Tra Le Dita)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3rn2N0ZbLEQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="3rn2N0ZbLEQ"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ana e Jorge</div><br /><div><br /></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-26114734256197980792023-06-06T12:26:00.001+01:002023-06-06T12:26:18.727+01:00Historia de un amor<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HSpIE6CN63w" width="320" youtube-src-id="HSpIE6CN63w"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Trio Los Panchos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Es la historia de un amor que no hay otro igual</span></div><br /><p></p>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33744515.post-26563445203515185182023-06-06T11:56:00.002+01:002023-06-06T11:56:41.307+01:00Volver a comenzar<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/R8RjV3yfSZw" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/R8RjV3yfSZw/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Luz Casal </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">AMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEINTEIROTODOAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEEDÓI A SAUDADEEAMOTEETUNÃOMECALASAMOTEEPORQUENONMECALLAS?AMOTEAMOTEAMOTEENUNCADEIXEIDETEMAMAREVOUAMARTEPARASEMPREMEUQUERIDOFAUSTINOGOMESDOSSANTOSAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEMEUQUERIDOEGRANDEAMORDAMINHAVIDAMEUMAGOFEITICEIROMEUCOMETAMEUPLANETAMEUTUDOMEUAMORAMOTEETENHOTANTASSAUDADESTUASPORQUENÃOME RESPONDESEEUNÃOTEESQUEÇOESONHOQUEDURMOCONTIGOEENLOUQUEÇOAMOTEENÃOSEIDESAMARTEAMOTEAMOTEAMOTEPORQUETARDASEMVOLTARMEULUNÁTICOMINHAPAIXÃOMEUÊXTASEMINHALOUCURAMEUPOETAMEUPASSADOMEUPRESENTEMEUFUTUROCOMOTEDESEJOCOMOTEAMOCOMOMEMOTIVASASERMELHORPESSOAAMOTEHOJEESEMPREEQUEROTEENÃOSEIESCONDEROQUESINTOEQUEROGRITARAOMUNDOCOMOOTEUAMORÉÚNICOEETERNOAMOTEQUEROTEADOROTEDESEJOTESONHOTE</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Faustino, responde-me, manda-me bugiar, pra longe.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsIxqo-AVZM6d3-mXRX5CB1EckSuNyoXZriGif-3tLDc4JkUZMBQfY98iYRug6xYeR5oRwoUmO4j7KB5nKoGZWyuCjTGA41wCdALxiJDcNtIeRbk7NnvZ85ngmUHt5s0mDN1upTiR_g6GNkNJlgDkP2SjQ_l_2jQkP-8Hbz4hunari755L0g/s1904/239452150_10159320816132731_1744173252212735717_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1566" data-original-width="1904" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsIxqo-AVZM6d3-mXRX5CB1EckSuNyoXZriGif-3tLDc4JkUZMBQfY98iYRug6xYeR5oRwoUmO4j7KB5nKoGZWyuCjTGA41wCdALxiJDcNtIeRbk7NnvZ85ngmUHt5s0mDN1upTiR_g6GNkNJlgDkP2SjQ_l_2jQkP-8Hbz4hunari755L0g/s320/239452150_10159320816132731_1744173252212735717_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Nina Owlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275329354603554811noreply@blogger.com0