tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16758993941788750622011-04-21T17:28:59.506-07:00Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-27978171241849464562008-06-23T15:51:00.001-07:002008-06-23T15:57:35.968-07:00«A saudade é um lago transparente a refletir sempre a imagem da pessoa ausente»<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Para ti, sempre Gustavinho.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-2797817124184946456?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-47050792425147032172008-06-21T15:53:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:57:23.840-07:00«LOVE YOUR ENEMIES IT PISSES THEN OFF»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-4705079242514703217?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-49918345179697174672008-06-20T15:54:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:57:02.513-07:00«o amor é como a gripe : apanha-se na rua e resolve-se na cama!»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-4991834517969717467?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-80280559996215860322008-06-20T15:51:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:56:49.734-07:00«Nunca se justifique. Os amigos não precisam e os Inimigos não acreditam.»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-8028055999621586032?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-42519987016748887422008-06-15T15:52:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:56:39.085-07:00«Permets m'amour penser quelque folie ...»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-4251998701674888742?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-20249174815953917472008-06-14T15:50:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:56:24.042-07:00«vale mais ser um alcoólico anónimo......do que um bêbedo conhecido»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-2024917481595391747?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-74799029637627838542008-06-13T15:52:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:56:07.095-07:00«Amadores construiram a Arca de Noé, e profissionais o Titanic.»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-7479902963762783854?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-31583270720206180822008-06-11T15:50:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:55:53.987-07:00«...Voz de orvalho que molha corpos que se deitam e se deixam encharcar, que se banham de suores do amor.»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-3158327072020618082?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-24807428153647967712008-06-10T15:49:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:55:43.568-07:00«Podemos falar francamente dos nossos defeitos somente com aqueles que reconhecem as nossas virtudes.»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-2480742815364796771?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-68935839060842483552008-06-05T15:49:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:55:33.952-07:00«No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-6893583906084248355?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-43891359778709435382008-06-04T15:49:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:55:22.841-07:00«I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy. »<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-4389135977870943538?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-10353068162573889622008-06-03T15:48:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:55:11.530-07:00«A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-1035306816257388962?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-11109377557726689062008-06-02T15:47:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:54:57.993-07:00«O passado não é seguro, ele altera-se à medida que vamos vivendo o presente»<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-1110937755772668906?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-15776482004370076842008-06-01T15:44:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:46:11.101-07:00* for cofee<br />* for resting<br />* for laughing<br />* for walking away<br />* for work<br />* for...nothing... just PAUSE<br />See U<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-1577648200437007684?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-12700815091095548642008-02-10T11:15:00.000-08:002008-02-22T11:29:26.695-08:00"Não chores porque acabou,<br />sorri porque aconteceu."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-1270081509109554864?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-20116873535733977272008-02-08T11:17:00.001-08:002008-12-12T19:45:42.276-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6yrWP8OKsI/AAAAAAAABdg/OvdSnJ2dxCs/s1600-h/bebe+dodo+arbre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164691271411706562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6yrWP8OKsI/AAAAAAAABdg/OvdSnJ2dxCs/s200/bebe+dodo+arbre.jpg" width="145" border="0" /></a><br />«A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.»<br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-2011687353573397727?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-81539166151324868272008-02-07T11:20:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:42.579-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6yr_v8OKtI/AAAAAAAABdo/B1IjtGnlBSo/s1600-h/ALeqM5hOzHnQBEgBlkjfH4f22bR8kyNXWg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164691984376277714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="70" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6yr_v8OKtI/AAAAAAAABdo/B1IjtGnlBSo/s200/ALeqM5hOzHnQBEgBlkjfH4f22bR8kyNXWg.jpg" width="134" border="0" /></a><br />«No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it. »<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-8153916615132486827?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-5128234899238353462008-02-01T05:26:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:43.025-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hk-v8OKXI/AAAAAAAABa4/SFUbMb9VNCI/s1600-h/9cf9d2765b504b532e75b19960350a85.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163488001963993458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hk-v8OKXI/AAAAAAAABa4/SFUbMb9VNCI/s200/9cf9d2765b504b532e75b19960350a85.gif" width="124" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«And I'm surrounded by </div><div>A million people</div><div>I Still feel alone</div><div>Let me go home</div><div>Oh, I miss you, you know»</div><div>(Michael Bublé - Home)</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(fot net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-512823489923835346?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-83957863800369769752008-01-31T05:23:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:43.227-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hj1_8OKWI/AAAAAAAABaw/d2_PmOsZhsk/s1600-h/038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163486752128510306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="141" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hj1_8OKWI/AAAAAAAABaw/d2_PmOsZhsk/s200/038.jpg" width="152" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«Beija-me como fogo das noites em branco.</div><br /><div>És a minha vontade de te separar da tua roupa<br />As minhas mãos são o teu corpo desabotoado.»(Vasco Gato)</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-8395786380036976975?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-50340030977676557742008-01-25T05:31:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:43.440-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hlzv8OKYI/AAAAAAAABbA/mhIlFMb7_xA/s1600-h/f679ff9b71e3ba676b001958aeef1c0e.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163488912497060226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hlzv8OKYI/AAAAAAAABbA/mhIlFMb7_xA/s200/f679ff9b71e3ba676b001958aeef1c0e.gif" width="162" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«It's a new day</div><div>It's a new life</div><div>For me</div><div>And I'm feeling good»</div><div>(Michael Bublé - Feeling Good)</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-5034003097767655774?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-7180835613998315652008-01-24T05:21:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:43.672-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hjSf8OKVI/AAAAAAAABao/H9j7RPXQeqU/s1600-h/006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163486142243154258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="142" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hjSf8OKVI/AAAAAAAABao/H9j7RPXQeqU/s200/006.jpg" width="158" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«Pensa nelas de vez em quando e observa como as tuas respostas mudam.»(Richard Bach)</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto da net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-718083561399831565?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-25491930716481165292008-01-21T05:18:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:43.891-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hio_8OKUI/AAAAAAAABag/7g8odw3G6Dc/s1600-h/AA029522.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163485429278583106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="128" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hio_8OKUI/AAAAAAAABag/7g8odw3G6Dc/s200/AA029522.jpg" width="114" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«Bebo as tuas mãos,<br />estremeço da música que és.»</div><br /><div>(Vasco Gato)</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-2549193071648116529?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-88666307186708268992008-01-20T05:16:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:44.109-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hiCf8OKTI/AAAAAAAABaY/6rlRJhZDcGM/s1600-h/028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163484767853619506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hiCf8OKTI/AAAAAAAABaY/6rlRJhZDcGM/s200/028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«A tua beleza é o cano de uma espingarda encostado à minha têmpora.»(Vasco Gato)</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-8866630718670826899?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-53566599486900065392008-01-15T05:14:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:44.804-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hheP8OKSI/AAAAAAAABaQ/-jhZww3YiV4/s1600-h/008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163484145083361570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="134" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hheP8OKSI/AAAAAAAABaQ/-jhZww3YiV4/s200/008.jpg" width="115" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«Vem realizar esta cirurgia delicada, ligarmo-nos arterialmente.» (Vasco Gato)</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-5356659948690006539?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-65649750949758679282008-01-10T05:12:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:44.954-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hhGv8OKRI/AAAAAAAABaI/UUbr3c57LjY/s1600-h/smile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163483741356435730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hhGv8OKRI/AAAAAAAABaI/UUbr3c57LjY/s200/smile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />«… ainda não descobri como separar a estima do amor...»<br /><div>(Jane Austen)</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(fot net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-6564975094975867928?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-70242918525007432422008-01-05T05:06:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:45.222-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hgL_8OKQI/AAAAAAAABaA/p4Ayh7RfZfA/s1600-h/gifs45.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163482732039121154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hgL_8OKQI/AAAAAAAABaA/p4Ayh7RfZfA/s200/gifs45.gif" width="91" border="0" /></a> «A tua única obrigação em qualquer tempo de vida é ser verdadeiro para contigo próprio.»(Richard Bach)<br /><div><div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(Picture da Angel)</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-7024291852500743242?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-49877980334536178452008-01-04T05:04:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:45.476-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hfM_8OKOI/AAAAAAAABZw/HTHOOdhAecg/s1600-h/085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163481649707362530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="131" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hfM_8OKOI/AAAAAAAABZw/HTHOOdhAecg/s200/085.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«O rio adora libertar-nos se ousarmos largar-nos. O nosso verdadeiro trabalho é esta viagem, esta aventura.» (Richard Bach)</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-4987798033453617845?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-83612635283064888122008-01-03T05:01:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:45.708-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hecP8OKNI/AAAAAAAABZo/-AbsyuJgqCA/s1600-h/200169473-001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163480812188739794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hecP8OKNI/AAAAAAAABZo/-AbsyuJgqCA/s200/200169473-001.jpg" border="0" /></a> «Não há nenhum problema que seja tão grande do qual não se possa fugir...»<br /><div>(Richard Bach)</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-8361263528306488812?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-6267869358440341132008-01-02T04:57:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:45.927-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hdgf8OKMI/AAAAAAAABZg/3YbnODNJzEA/s1600-h/iloveu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163479785691556034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hdgf8OKMI/AAAAAAAABZg/3YbnODNJzEA/s200/iloveu.jpg" width="138" border="0" /></a><br />«No caminho da nossa felicidade encontraremos a sabedoria que escolhemos para esta vida. »<br /><div>(Richard Bach)</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(Foto tirada da net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-626786935844034113?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-25672704025814628902008-01-01T04:50:00.000-08:002008-12-12T19:45:46.156-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hciP8OKLI/AAAAAAAABZY/LxyzFsdXF3A/s1600-h/020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163478716244699314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/R6hciP8OKLI/AAAAAAAABZY/LxyzFsdXF3A/s200/020.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a> «Todo o vosso corpo não é mais do que o vosso próprio pensamento,<br /><div>numa forma que podem ver. </div><div>Quebrem as correntes do pensamento e </div><div>conseguirão quebrar as correntes do corpo»</div><br /><div>(Richard Bach)</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto tirada da net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-2567270402581462890?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-45328406636819530232007-10-11T06:49:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:46.362-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySYzH8VNPI/AAAAAAAABPM/5kK7UaaFFbE/s1600-h/040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126390279927313650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySYzH8VNPI/AAAAAAAABPM/5kK7UaaFFbE/s200/040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />«e aí estamos, forte e nus,<br />corpos até à ponta dos cabelos<br />para que nada se exclua das tuas ancas,<br />da minha cabeça singularmente amparada.»<br />(Vasco Gato)<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-4532840663681953023?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-5936325269784997872007-10-10T06:47:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:46.573-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySTP38VNOI/AAAAAAAABPE/sXM235_zgOg/s1600-h/2007-10-28_134818.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126384176778786018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySTP38VNOI/AAAAAAAABPE/sXM235_zgOg/s200/2007-10-28_134818.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«I need love,<br />loves divine<br />Please forgive me<br />now I see that I’ve been blind<br />Give me love,<br />loves is what I need to help me<br />know my name»<br />(Seal)<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-593632526978499787?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-87833694836805859252007-10-09T06:44:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:46.846-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySSs38VNNI/AAAAAAAABO8/JUDzEtDrdBo/s1600-h/2007-10-28_134606.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126383575483364562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySSs38VNNI/AAAAAAAABO8/JUDzEtDrdBo/s200/2007-10-28_134606.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">«todos nós pagamos por tudo o que usamos<br />o sistema é antigo<br />e não poupa a ninguém, não!!<br />somos todos escravos do que precisamos»<br />(Jorge Palma) </div><br /><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-8783369483680585925?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-49647268936439516172007-10-08T06:33:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:47.024-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySSOH8VNMI/AAAAAAAABO0/qSRTZ-FRG7Y/s1600-h/escorpiao.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126383047202387138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="67" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySSOH8VNMI/AAAAAAAABO0/qSRTZ-FRG7Y/s200/escorpiao.gif" width="128" border="0" /></a> - os escorpiões com sida<br />entram minúsculos pelas frinchas das portas<br />e tornam-se gigantes no calor do quarto...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto net)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-4964726893643951617?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-7485657447250455292007-10-07T06:16:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:47.477-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySM238VNJI/AAAAAAAABOc/xWVxCaILeA0/s1600-h/2007-10-28_132105.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126377150212289682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySM238VNJI/AAAAAAAABOc/xWVxCaILeA0/s200/2007-10-28_132105.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br />«deixou uma rosa que depressa feneceu<br />mas não recordo para além<br />de certo movimento desastrado<br />de corpos e uma estranha secura na boca...<br />e se mais houvesse não bastaria<br />a satisfação também abre as suas portas sobre nada<br />ficamos quietos e não sabemos<br />comemo-nos na boca e no peito<br />e por detrás de tudo isso há um fundo<br />que é a paisagem gelada.»<br />de Pedro Paixão<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto da net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-748565744725045529?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-26874443722567434112007-10-06T06:11:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:47.743-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySLNX8VNII/AAAAAAAABOU/5uX65vr1YCQ/s1600-h/2007-10-28_131221.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126375337736090754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySLNX8VNII/AAAAAAAABOU/5uX65vr1YCQ/s200/2007-10-28_131221.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>«enquanto houver estrada para andar</div><div>a gente vai continuar</div><div>enquanto houver estrada para andar<br /></div><div>enquanto houver ventos e mar</div><div>a gente não vai parar</div><div>enquanto houver ventos e mar» </div><div><br />(Jorge Palma)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto da net)</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-2687444372256743411?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-52802168412910723262007-10-05T06:08:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:47.976-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySKAn8VNGI/AAAAAAAABOE/MsqG9Pi0Pyg/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126374019181130850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySKAn8VNGI/AAAAAAAABOE/MsqG9Pi0Pyg/s200/Picture2.jpg" width="98" border="0" /></a> «sou o certo,<br />sou o errado<br />o que divido<br />que não tem duas partes<br />na verdade existe<br />oferece a outra face»<br />(Ney Matogrosso)<br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto da net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-5280216841291072326?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-74829249166981138772007-10-04T06:02:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:48.236-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySI6X8VNFI/AAAAAAAABN8/01-UGTG8o2I/s1600-h/2007-10-28_130355.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126372812295320658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySI6X8VNFI/AAAAAAAABN8/01-UGTG8o2I/s200/2007-10-28_130355.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«Sou a mesa e as cadeiras desse cabaré</div><div>Sou seu amor</div><div>Sou seu lugar no mundo</div><div>Sou a febre que lhe queima</div><div>Mas você não deixa</div><div>Sou sua voz que grita</div><div>Mas você não aceita</div><div>O ouvido que me escuta</div><div>Quando as vozes se ocultam<br />Bares, nas camas</div><div>Nos lares, na lama»</div><div>(Ney Matogrosso)</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto da net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-7482924916698113877?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-3508115922711406472007-10-03T05:49:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:48.510-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySIOn8VNEI/AAAAAAAABN0/-WIMLHQIZmo/s1600-h/020_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126372060676043842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySIOn8VNEI/AAAAAAAABN0/-WIMLHQIZmo/s200/020_.jpg" width="145" border="0" /></a><br /><br />«Danço quando quero<br />e controlo bem a batida<br />Porque a vida neste tom<br />às vezes pode ser fodida…» Da Weasel<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto da net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-350811592271140647?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-44010321991239907612007-10-02T05:55:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:48.716-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySHbX8VNDI/AAAAAAAABNs/NxCmWFEaaPc/s1600-h/hotEmbrace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371180207748146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RySHbX8VNDI/AAAAAAAABNs/NxCmWFEaaPc/s200/hotEmbrace.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>«Adormeço na almofada do teu suor,<br />Acordo com o cheiro<br />do teu corpo usado pela noite.»<br />(vasco Gato)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto da net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-4401032199123990761?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675899394178875062.post-53253734627313525092007-10-01T05:15:00.000-07:002008-12-12T19:45:48.894-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RyR9g38VNCI/AAAAAAAABNk/0P1BbPSp-CQ/s1600-h/2007-10-28_104122.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126360279580750882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7ywfOgMquA/RyR9g38VNCI/AAAAAAAABNk/0P1BbPSp-CQ/s200/2007-10-28_104122.png" border="0" /></a>tudo de novo...<br />é como se fosse<br />um novo renascer<br />hoje e amanhã<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">(foto da net)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1675899394178875062-5325373462731352509?l=osbilhetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sáuriusnoreply@blogger.com0