tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15781977396747840962024-03-06T07:31:16.085+00:00Coisas simples...Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-37174111813496435742010-08-29T16:26:00.003+01:002010-08-29T16:30:47.977+01:00Diz que...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAN2RSuoaFyHf8TZ-uqU0dTZFr4377FAXYCDgkA-ghW3BDw6n67O8VnoIf-V5siKEIVVBn3iyZ_rS1NLBc3ZWhyXk9888SKnAqo9g3MeUUl8t5bVRFHWuMZpbzqlatBCniHCdHmP6OrjUj/s1600/BALANA~1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510854102855805346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAN2RSuoaFyHf8TZ-uqU0dTZFr4377FAXYCDgkA-ghW3BDw6n67O8VnoIf-V5siKEIVVBn3iyZ_rS1NLBc3ZWhyXk9888SKnAqo9g3MeUUl8t5bVRFHWuMZpbzqlatBCniHCdHmP6OrjUj/s200/BALANA~1.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> O segredo da vida está no "equilíbrio".... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Como atingi-lo? Não sei...</span> </div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-31850969190390129432010-08-01T20:39:00.001+01:002010-08-01T20:40:37.890+01:00Frase do dia...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">What do I want for me?</span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-73718223473772324202010-07-30T01:36:00.000+01:002010-07-30T01:38:17.394+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Súbdito inútil de astros dominantes,<br />Passageiros como eu, vivo uma vida<br />Que não quero nem amo,<br />Minha porque sou ela.<br /><br />No ergástulo de ser quem sou, contudo,<br />De em mim pensar me livro, olhando no alto<br />Os astros que dominam<br />Submissos de os ver brilhar.<br /><br />Vastidão vã que finge de infinito<br />(Como se o infinito se pudesse ver!)<br />Dá-me ela a liberdade?<br />Como, se ela a não tem?<br /><br /><em>Ricardo Reis</em></span></span>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-30805911816469293562010-07-23T11:39:00.001+01:002010-07-23T11:41:14.848+01:00Hoje é...<span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrsh7VExcxnvuvRUSEXz2EkSO10jRn3lq3LK7q39hlywMxVVg_KMz4Fjz6QAn3IL3bm5bunbNq_i3pFdVI2g6Mi-7aFl5t9Y0LXRFOdrDv_mg_U7yDkdtpVRg-lWqRm2zOb-VrZ8Dg0VD/s1600/9297Shrek1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497049784204485266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrsh7VExcxnvuvRUSEXz2EkSO10jRn3lq3LK7q39hlywMxVVg_KMz4Fjz6QAn3IL3bm5bunbNq_i3pFdVI2g6Mi-7aFl5t9Y0LXRFOdrDv_mg_U7yDkdtpVRg-lWqRm2zOb-VrZ8Dg0VD/s200/9297Shrek1.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Dia de Sherk! :)</span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-22997063733866729712010-07-10T21:29:00.000+01:002010-07-10T21:29:01.664+01:00Nickelback - Never Gonna Be Alone<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GWQ-oDMG6g&hl=pt_PT&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GWQ-oDMG6g&hl=pt_PT&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-60454693657122652052010-07-04T03:33:00.001+01:002010-07-04T03:34:11.636+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Acontecem coisas <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inexplicáveis</span>...</span> </div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-35787557715472056702010-06-30T12:40:00.001+01:002010-06-30T12:41:45.527+01:00Só tenho vontade...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... de estar na praia a apanhar Sol!!!!</span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-42942391746391556392010-06-12T01:59:00.002+01:002010-06-12T02:02:38.978+01:00<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mOLUR-il_iLjnZTVFyutsk52MOkmMWVKs-JyNVszqeDUaKsH7xHysp9uX6wXt2rCmg-hk_0ggG5YNVeGSnFXw4SeLKguhPDQoFmHtQSiWgIlKFBtocxeY4icAar4wesfEj4gHEf7Y8t3/s1600/CANSEI~1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481685579928607154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mOLUR-il_iLjnZTVFyutsk52MOkmMWVKs-JyNVszqeDUaKsH7xHysp9uX6wXt2rCmg-hk_0ggG5YNVeGSnFXw4SeLKguhPDQoFmHtQSiWgIlKFBtocxeY4icAar4wesfEj4gHEf7Y8t3/s200/CANSEI~1.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Há silêncio...<br />Em mim.<br />As vozes calaram, poucas coisas, pouca alma.<br />Interrogações afetivas.<br />Lembranças espalharam-se pelo chão e pelo ar.<br /><br /><br />Uma pergunta inquieta: "Haverá maior solidão, que a ausência de si mesmo?"</span> </span></p>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-40562788367977769472010-05-22T02:38:00.004+01:002010-05-22T03:18:11.538+01:00Esta semana..<span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Devo dizer que me encontro-me neste momento a fazer o turno da noite <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">(das 20h as 8h da matina)</span></strong> no hospital de Viseu, na Unidade de Monitorização do doente cirúrgico/ Cirurgia 1A, e enquanto os doentes dormem no seu sono profundo e a Enfermeira está entretida no seu PC, decidi então fazer um balanço desta minha semana que me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pôs</span> os nervos em franja!!!!!!!</span> </span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473906063883614066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7ZgqmctPIMgLSK4_O0G-4Elhgg7-T-L6Rs1BjQTr86l6368KNieUPw0ST_DwLtB2TIjeNXJyQkqWBiFe5euoqOU3gRv_V9uAL_qrinjEHu6ChQ9w8SZbJiOPoEg-vOS8aA7RYA9rhCC8/s200/nervos.jpg" /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Para começar bem a semana fiz uma noite degradante com o meu Enfermeiro Orientador que me pôs a dormir as 4h da matina ao pé dos doentes.... era eu a tentar dormir e a imaginar quem já teria ali morrido naquela cama... basicamente mais valia não ter dormido porque acordei pior que um zumbie!!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Como se não bastasse, esmurrei o meu carro novo numa árvore enquanto fazia uma marcha-atrás (muito mal feita pelos vistos!!!), fiquei para morrer... o meu CARRO NOVO!!!!! =(</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Para melhorar fiz 24 horas de trabalho em dois dias... fiquei edemaciada (para quem não conheçe o termo significa "inchada") pelo corpo inteiro, dores de costas, pernas e cabeça... Sinto-me uma PIPA ao fim desta semana! Concluo então que esta vida de Enfermeiro não é fácil e ninguem reconheçe isso neste país...!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Uma das coisas mais entusiasmantes, foi mesmo fazer de novo o meu piercing no umbigo! =)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Agora vou recostar-me ali num sofá ao pé de uma velhota, de frente para os monitores e tentar descansar um pouco..... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Tenho dito!</span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-59050806101296175782010-05-08T23:50:00.003+01:002010-05-09T00:00:59.845+01:00A imperfeição dos nossos sentidos!<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTAz0e-MTNVyTAN6wM6NwsuqkP_Dq5Ym5be2_ScSoGyG-hjQ0gRAkCGifLaqJ_5gBWBzCXQhimU0kKcx6JakfRvaM81uYSiyeh03S1cP3MI_IzKsVOTj7ontr8HRiFDv3xg_nUQmltR-6/s1600/f_heart1m_9b85a2c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469037766742862018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTAz0e-MTNVyTAN6wM6NwsuqkP_Dq5Ym5be2_ScSoGyG-hjQ0gRAkCGifLaqJ_5gBWBzCXQhimU0kKcx6JakfRvaM81uYSiyeh03S1cP3MI_IzKsVOTj7ontr8HRiFDv3xg_nUQmltR-6/s200/f_heart1m_9b85a2c.jpg" /></a> "<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Se os nossos sentidos fossem perfeitos, não precisávamos de inteligência, nem as ideias abstractas de nada nos serviriam. A imperfeição dos nossos sentidos faz com que não concordemos em absoluto sobre um objecto ou um facto do exterior. Nas ideias abstractas concordamos em absoluto.<br />Dois homens não vêem uma mesa da mesma maneira, mas ambos entendem a palavra «mesa» da mesma maneira. Só querendo visualizar uma coisa é que divergirão,isso, porém, não é a ideia abstracta da mesa."</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fernando Pessoa, in 'Ricardo Reis - Prosa'</span><br /><div align="center"></div></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-9326233036421297892010-05-08T15:27:00.003+01:002010-06-29T12:53:01.335+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj340u2AmWzJopksYEWcX2Ps3Oh8t4iTHtqGCMyN_VFtEMto5IBmLxrGjyHd0F4KrZnLZs42q__11HTUCncQelswbVfkZZ0HXnF-fFkc1v0GrFLyeOSTABEcwU8C55I2w5RUFYXm2Imueka/s1600/28597_1367192352455_1611067599_878675_1568522_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468906126242981282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj340u2AmWzJopksYEWcX2Ps3Oh8t4iTHtqGCMyN_VFtEMto5IBmLxrGjyHd0F4KrZnLZs42q__11HTUCncQelswbVfkZZ0HXnF-fFkc1v0GrFLyeOSTABEcwU8C55I2w5RUFYXm2Imueka/s200/28597_1367192352455_1611067599_878675_1568522_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Amizade...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">"Bubadeira"...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Shot's....</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Maluquices... =)</span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-59274872277587909362010-04-25T00:49:00.001+01:002010-04-25T00:51:55.095+01:00Amo vocês!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDhFyC6nhAO22X61hyphenhyphen2RuYp_ak9_52u2XyHDmh1HA-Xmif7iy_Bt6lKc8ej4Fd-Ov08Jjvhvbev1BzzJ-0UaKt4E7smSClr6dTOBQrIKtFvuhHvdNGDGBfuuBfyuWGHuaGFjJfo1LxTI0i/s1600/DSCF4603.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463855909134829122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDhFyC6nhAO22X61hyphenhyphen2RuYp_ak9_52u2XyHDmh1HA-Xmif7iy_Bt6lKc8ej4Fd-Ov08Jjvhvbev1BzzJ-0UaKt4E7smSClr6dTOBQrIKtFvuhHvdNGDGBfuuBfyuWGHuaGFjJfo1LxTI0i/s200/DSCF4603.JPG" /></a>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-21132404980903918882010-04-23T15:25:00.009+01:002010-04-23T17:32:35.011+01:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>E tá quase a chegar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">O meu Pópó!!!!!</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><p align="left"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463342043130464562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQg8onG_nv_o1eRNxhj_5LIfDdz0kxlTvM_S2Sd2b2sLuBs1rDUFM1_ufJb3e2CEnaPPnxe7MtX5QBUGfS4zNzvp6z7PWz-B7wh3zRWpcT2LptCWIO_xshDZE8pjX8MhylWmuG_DpaBZL/s200/1144076411oBj0Gg.jpg" /></strong></span></span></p>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-25799068070658969702010-04-22T01:53:00.006+01:002010-06-29T12:56:24.221+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Nestes dias..</strong>..</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- Senti emoções de "despedida"....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- Senti emoções de lembraça...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- Senti emoções de amizade, de laços e união...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- Senti alegria...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- Senti alguma tristeza....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- Senti e aprendi que as coisas são aquilo que tem de ser e que temos de aceitá-las como são....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- Senti que tenho um caminho a percorrer....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- Senti que tenho tudo para ser uma pessoa Feliz...!</span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-62591941469645140892010-04-20T01:44:00.003+01:002010-04-20T01:50:04.640+01:00Vai cair a lágrima quando for a hora de ir embora...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqE5uFgvV8wGtEStuWQTFadFsBnTVcbgsBs3JwyPJnohydaDUS7x739CxD8Ky4v_rVdHRMpnNFo-9yk4BBxTZ0L9qPZIH_TfU4hKzngNn7_txy1d-n24CpFrTOdOnIj9lgUbcsEuPrRr2I/s1600/P4180136.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462015134643717026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqE5uFgvV8wGtEStuWQTFadFsBnTVcbgsBs3JwyPJnohydaDUS7x739CxD8Ky4v_rVdHRMpnNFo-9yk4BBxTZ0L9qPZIH_TfU4hKzngNn7_txy1d-n24CpFrTOdOnIj9lgUbcsEuPrRr2I/s200/P4180136.JPG" /></a>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-33314227966157143842010-04-15T13:23:00.008+01:002010-06-29T12:56:46.673+01:00Ser finalista é....<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>*É ter orgulho em nós mesmos...<br />*É sentir que ultrapassámos imensas barreiras, mesmo quando a vontade de desistir batia mais forte...<br />*É relembrar os bons momentos com os amigos que permaneceram comnosco...<br />*É relembrar as noites de diversão e de parvoiçes... =)<br />*É um momento de alegria.... mas também é um momento de tristeza!!<br /></em></strong></span><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Não gosto de pensar no dia em que tenho de deixar isto tudo!!!!!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Buuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!</em></strong></span></div><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460409642568871954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAJ4b61oW4_dJIpJAZbDzevKVlRar_kxJsJ3w-41aGdo1HgpzrrNJMg2eaRRhdemJP3_7gDw0CP4VPu8SBSV9eAo12stQCIAyYN8ByTKJwc5uAoidh9p5zjkwaetESjgWkMUBynF0UzRY/s200/Mini.jpg" /></strong></span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-12758985547954142422010-04-03T17:14:00.004+01:002010-06-29T12:57:54.713+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos."</span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><br />Fernando Pessoa</span></strong></span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-68103767056915581382010-04-02T17:03:00.007+01:002010-06-29T12:58:16.567+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"Só é tua a loucura onde, com lucidez, a reconheças..."</span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-54437542098048697162010-04-01T14:52:00.000+01:002010-04-01T14:53:37.175+01:00...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEJxUVeX5K1MRCxk-dE5JXCBZFrCdlv0yhBC4CxsAuyIA3GDK4CTj5_qb6bFs7LaycxTdQu_T5wBT1JkEWfAzswsHkYotEtI4ChwcOgPoCbfbo4bQX3qDpfHoSqqvSST2H-6EwxIM8xUf/s1600/coracao.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455166850493998834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEJxUVeX5K1MRCxk-dE5JXCBZFrCdlv0yhBC4CxsAuyIA3GDK4CTj5_qb6bFs7LaycxTdQu_T5wBT1JkEWfAzswsHkYotEtI4ChwcOgPoCbfbo4bQX3qDpfHoSqqvSST2H-6EwxIM8xUf/s200/coracao.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-29702041007082997022010-03-31T19:38:00.004+01:002010-06-29T12:58:46.935+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">O que </span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">há em mim é sobretudo cansaço<br />Não disto nem daquilo,<br />Nem sequer de tudo ou de nada:<br />Cansaço assim mesmo, ele mesmo,<br />Cansaço.<br /><br />A subtileza das sensações inúteis,<br />As paixões violentas por coisa nenhuma,<br />Os amores intensos por o suposto alguém.<br />Essas coisas todas,<br />Essas e o que faz falta nelas eternamente,<br />Tudo isso faz um cansaço,<br />Este cansaço,<br />Cansaço.<br /><br />Há sem dúvida quem ame o infinito,<br />Há sem dúvida quem deseje o impossível,<br />Há sem dúvida quem não queira nada.<br />Três tipos de idealistas, e eu nenhum deles:<br />Porque eu amo infinitamente o finito,<br />Porque eu desejo impossivelmente o possível,<br />Porque eu quero tudo, ou um pouco mais, se puder ser,<br />Ou até se não puder ser...<br /><br />E o resultado?<br />Para eles a vida vivida ou sonhada,<br />Para eles o sonho sonhado ou vivido,<br />Para eles a média entre tudo e nada, isto é, isto...<br />Para mim só um grande, um profundo,<br />E, ah com que felicidade infecundo, cansaço,<br />Um supremíssimo cansaço.<br />Íssimo, íssimo. íssimo,<br />Cansaço... </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Álvaro de Campos</span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-87008011547325776412010-03-28T23:33:00.004+01:002010-06-29T12:55:27.762+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">"Come away with me in the night<br />Come away with me<br />And I will write you a song<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Come away with me on a bus<br />Come away where they can't tempt us<br />With their lies<br /><br />I want to walk with you<br />On a cloudy day<br />In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high<br />So won't you try to come<br /><br />Come away with me and we'll kiss<br />On a mountaintop<br />Come away with me<br />And I'll never stop loving you<br /><br />And I want to wake up with the rain<br />Falling on a tin roof<br />While I'm safe there in your arms<br />So all I ask is for you<br />To come away with me in the night<br />Come away with me"</span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578197739674784096.post-18260668430435608752010-03-28T22:59:00.003+01:002010-06-29T12:55:06.232+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUD44XOQRax5MOkwXlWqrLoWQ-IZReyh_SwRa92p-jmM5Q13osn9hNY3PCg8a26zXSQ8PBRrdlUhZsymkJ9vbpdjtlHKNVJSG22kyRPk8Okovm6ZxApDYw9OD5x-pz6WtfNP5EVQ-_5fhw/s1600/224_62~1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453808555656945138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUD44XOQRax5MOkwXlWqrLoWQ-IZReyh_SwRa92p-jmM5Q13osn9hNY3PCg8a26zXSQ8PBRrdlUhZsymkJ9vbpdjtlHKNVJSG22kyRPk8Okovm6ZxApDYw9OD5x-pz6WtfNP5EVQ-_5fhw/s200/224_62~1.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">"Felizes os Cães que pelo faro descobrem os amigos!" </span></div>Rakelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09677359090483208754noreply@blogger.com0