tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49761559202679272372024-03-13T02:59:07.241+01:00UMA PAUSA...UMA AVENTURA...Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976155920267927237.post-85341098987813583052009-09-11T15:52:00.008+01:002009-09-11T16:10:46.619+01:00AMIZADE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5ULRzP80ZYjxd6samobx6IqanKH6gcsmRlzEt3OX6_5_gYPCLR-cDw1jNo3w4Y-MznuWbJ-Tsu7Mu02qk_tu1DfwUT3dMOBAVUSvqL6dspOXrLeYLR4JHs7EEQnwPy_kYeaDXEiRrXs/s1600-h/Imag_amizade.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380226016480198546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5ULRzP80ZYjxd6samobx6IqanKH6gcsmRlzEt3OX6_5_gYPCLR-cDw1jNo3w4Y-MznuWbJ-Tsu7Mu02qk_tu1DfwUT3dMOBAVUSvqL6dspOXrLeYLR4JHs7EEQnwPy_kYeaDXEiRrXs/s320/Imag_amizade.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><br /><br />Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar...<br />Mas, enquanto houver amizade,<br />Faremos as pazes de novo.<br /><br />Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe...<br />Mas, se a amizade permanecer,<br />Um do outro há de se lembrar.<br /><br />Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos...<br />Mas, se formos amigos de verdade,<br />A amizade nos reaproximará.<br /><br />Pode ser que um dia não mais existamos...<br />Mas, se ainda sobrar amizade,<br />Nasceremos de novo, um para o outro.<br /><br />Pode ser que um dia tudo acabe...<br />Mas, com a amizade construiremos tudo novamente,<br />Cada vez de forma diferente.<br />Sendo único e inesquecível cada momento<br />Que juntos viveremos e nos lembraremos pra sempre.<br /><br />Há duas formas para se viver a vida:<br />Uma é acreditar que não existe milagre.<br />A outra é acreditar que todas as coisas são um milagre.<br /><br />Albert Einstein</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><em>(infelizmente há quem deturpe o verdadeiro sentido da palavra amizade...e efectivamente a amizade é um milagre que poucos têm a capacidade e a benção de sentir e conservar...obrigado aos meus amigos por fazerem parte da minha vida e por serem os seres maravilhosos que eu sei que são...poucos, mas muito bons, sendo que o mais importante não é a quantidade mas sim a qualidade)</em></div><div align="center"></div></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976155920267927237.post-71095259371039489722009-08-13T02:45:00.001+01:002009-08-13T02:46:27.244+01:00Vida<img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/mensagens/0012.gif" border="0">Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976155920267927237.post-9496541106018191892009-08-13T02:24:00.001+01:002009-08-13T02:26:38.357+01:00Em quem confiar? Para reflectir...<img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/mensagens/0030.gif" border="0">Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976155920267927237.post-59851369463327155962009-07-24T00:33:00.008+01:002009-07-24T00:39:32.620+01:00Lágrima de preta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNCwxJFOzuVtjQYAjQB1HECxral-kRGsh0Ii93-zhJXwbZ2bUoNE8y4WTgpBME6R28o_EDROlPy10MST3Vnzjv3zb02fcFY_F1YJyuhQNtm2D2YmTbzLKJanxPmspam_uyhUp98BOYzY/s1600-h/img-index-mao.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361803111689702194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNCwxJFOzuVtjQYAjQB1HECxral-kRGsh0Ii93-zhJXwbZ2bUoNE8y4WTgpBME6R28o_EDROlPy10MST3Vnzjv3zb02fcFY_F1YJyuhQNtm2D2YmTbzLKJanxPmspam_uyhUp98BOYzY/s320/img-index-mao.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Lágrima de preta<br /><br />Encontrei uma preta<br />que estava a chorar,<br />pedi-lhe uma lágrima<br />para a analisar.<br /><br />Recolhi a lágrima<br />com todo o cuidado<br />num tubo de ensaio<br />bem esterilizado.<br /><br />Olhei-a de um lado,<br />do outro e de frente:<br />tinha um ar de gota<br />muito transparente.<br /><br />Mandei vir os ácidos,<br />as bases e os sais,<br />as drogas usadas<br />em casos que tais.<br /><br />Ensaiei a frio,<br />experimentei ao lume,<br />de todas as vezes<br />deu-me o que é costume:<br /><br />Nem sinais de negro,<br />nem vestígios de ódio.<br />Água (quase tudo)<br />e cloreto de sódio<br /><br />António Gedeão </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">(lágrima minha, saudade da minha linda Luanda)</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976155920267927237.post-36544767650794044432009-07-24T00:07:00.001+01:002009-07-24T00:08:38.836+01:00Declaração Universal dos Direitos do Homem<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epVZrYbDVis&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epVZrYbDVis&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976155920267927237.post-58921401226191537032009-07-18T12:51:00.007+01:002009-07-24T00:14:10.491+01:00Balanço ...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWp3z9IzG8AGFVj2ciwyMEsKazA2Ou0WU018VUwKVUKGyKANwgjZAnLiQ6XEZ399w6cdKqG9updSfa_0-JbCYWK05NLfJQFn0_t4HlV2ywYsREwqdUhj6IGWQeSq2luPw0P0TFko58A8/s1600-h/dor.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359899160286322914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWp3z9IzG8AGFVj2ciwyMEsKazA2Ou0WU018VUwKVUKGyKANwgjZAnLiQ6XEZ399w6cdKqG9updSfa_0-JbCYWK05NLfJQFn0_t4HlV2ywYsREwqdUhj6IGWQeSq2luPw0P0TFko58A8/s320/dor.bmp" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sinto-me: desolada, traída, triste, magoada, ...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">violaste a minha privacidade e a dos demais...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Pior de tudo e a tua cobardia...Quem és afinal?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">As pessoas vão esquecer o que disseste...<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Vão esquecer o que fizeste... </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Mas jamais esquecerão o que as fizeste sentir!!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">É tempo de mudar...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">"A minha liberdade começa onde a tua termina..."</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPJyHOmif6w"></a></div></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976155920267927237.post-29208459886624347952009-07-13T21:00:00.005+01:002009-07-13T21:16:32.644+01:00Beauty of Our Friendship<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoiYDfzXDr_vP7ZvtbuVQoiaxgLs_PMufKiVu2Ri5-pnI_Q0q85ZZIOc8d1h_LUSKzBux7jiFsYaOVaISbFkz9e7rqIRFxya8TfstN5IObtHfsLO3hRHDmhbS4980joXOZoHG1t_I44k/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358037472181847298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoiYDfzXDr_vP7ZvtbuVQoiaxgLs_PMufKiVu2Ri5-pnI_Q0q85ZZIOc8d1h_LUSKzBux7jiFsYaOVaISbFkz9e7rqIRFxya8TfstN5IObtHfsLO3hRHDmhbS4980joXOZoHG1t_I44k/s320/friendship.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I loved it, so I'm sharing with all my friends</div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Beauty Of Our Friendship<br /><br />Friendship is a Priceless Gift<br />that cannot be bought or sold,<br /><br /><br />But its value is far greater<br />than a mountain made of Gold.<br /><br /><br />For gold is cold and lifeless,<br />it can neither see nor hear...<br /><br /><br />And in the time of trouble<br />It is powerless to cheer...<br /><br /><br />It has no ears to listen<br />Nor heart to understand,<br /><br /><br />It cannot bring you comfort<br />or reach out a helping hand.<br /><br /><br />So when you ask God for a gift<br />be thankful if HE sends...<br /><br /><br />Not diamonds, pearls or riches...<br />But The Love of Real True Friends. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">by Helen Steiner Rice</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976155920267927237.post-45001407883910488282009-04-20T21:56:00.004+01:002009-04-20T22:28:09.703+01:00Melanie C - The first day of my lifeBecause I love that song, I want to share with you!!<br /><br />embebed<br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NjfH0rcKbUc&hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><br /><div align="center">First day of my life</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So I found a reason to stay alive</div><div align="center">try a little harder</div><div align="center">see the other side</div><div align="center">Talking to myself</div><div align="center">too many sleepless nights</div><div align="center">trying to find a meaning to this stupid life</div><div align="center">I don't want your sympathy</div><div align="center">Sometimes I don´t know who to be</div><div align="center">Hey what you're looking for</div><div align="center">No one has the answer</div><div align="center">They just want more</div><div align="center">Hey who's gonna make it back</div><div align="center">This could be the first</div><div align="center">Day of my life</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So I found a reason</div><div align="center">To let it go</div><div align="center">Tell you that I'm smiling</div><div align="center">But I still need to grow</div><div align="center">will I find salvation in the arms of love</div><div align="center">will it stop me searching will it be enought</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I don't want your sympathy</div><div align="center">Sometimes I don't know who to be</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hey what you're looking for</div><div align="center">No one has the answer but you just want more</div><div align="center">Hey who's gonna make it back</div><div align="center">this could be the first day of my life</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">the first time to really feel alive</div><div align="center">the first time to break my chain</div><div align="center">the first time to walk away from pain</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hey what you're looking for</div><div align="center">No one has the answer we just want more</div><div align="center">Hey who's gonna make it back</div><div align="center">This could be the first day of my life</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hey what you're looking for</div><div align="center">No one has the answer they just want more</div><div align="center">Hey who's gonna shine a light?</div><div align="center">This could be the first day of my life</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4976155920267927237.post-29336132531360804212009-04-01T09:50:00.003+01:002009-04-01T09:57:34.293+01:00Começando, tal como a primavera!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBsYc_EXB5QHy-CWHN8EIoDDGfkuwZbyCZQUr6He-x6HLpW6oBxxRIwLQXMsFAN9txPzwxkgYPaeMbujaysOOD5ZdhBezmyZS1SzQAiODoStVHsoDK1YoYuaKXSqOuJG6l1OQD_I0eJw/s1600-h/Anitaspring-vi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBsYc_EXB5QHy-CWHN8EIoDDGfkuwZbyCZQUr6He-x6HLpW6oBxxRIwLQXMsFAN9txPzwxkgYPaeMbujaysOOD5ZdhBezmyZS1SzQAiODoStVHsoDK1YoYuaKXSqOuJG6l1OQD_I0eJw/s320/Anitaspring-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319644407579617090" /></a><br /><br /><br />No âmbito do módulo Língua Cultura e Comunicação, foi-nos sugerido a construção de um blog!!<br /><br />Etapa em construção...<br /><br /><br /><br />BeijinhoAnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034620018452752648noreply@blogger.com0