tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91124366061865340982024-02-07T13:28:37.878-08:00Ne te cache pasMartinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-34076642027571082532011-02-01T19:14:00.000-08:002011-02-01T19:14:54.293-08:00island<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMFJg0IjaBt4TCx7GeACcCGhAjUhH6mEp2DbMqIS-lfEiBjPbuuHKvjPlQhZE0gKm4ZHHvhNyH1YiUqhAXrCdc0qeafRieFBmwaCaUvl-WlgUpvPv29TJL2c_Uy2L2wkYstS_07CHvDaj/s1600/31053_129262373756790_129255280424166_321760_3791503_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMFJg0IjaBt4TCx7GeACcCGhAjUhH6mEp2DbMqIS-lfEiBjPbuuHKvjPlQhZE0gKm4ZHHvhNyH1YiUqhAXrCdc0qeafRieFBmwaCaUvl-WlgUpvPv29TJL2c_Uy2L2wkYstS_07CHvDaj/s1600/31053_129262373756790_129255280424166_321760_3791503_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Vai atrás dele. Não fiques aqui, merda, se o amas vai atrás dele.Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-11676254792641459352011-01-12T15:38:00.000-08:002011-01-12T15:42:24.610-08:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;">Se calhar podíamos deixar de fugir.</div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-75451714054341625142011-01-08T14:31:00.000-08:002011-01-08T14:31:48.246-08:00primeiro<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Enquanto penso sinto-me diferente, vazia, menos viva. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Mas também me sinto mais livre, sem o peso das expectativas que surgiram, sem o teu olhar que me invadiu (como se pudesse ver através do meu). </div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-28880788707368209822011-01-06T17:44:00.000-08:002011-01-06T17:44:33.348-08:00<span class="messageBody">"são nove da noite. mais um dia. tudo correu mal, menos o amor. a vida é simples e fácil de perder. mas o amor é fodido. e gostei de fodê-lo contigo."</span>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-33646797542598753142011-01-03T17:38:00.000-08:002011-01-03T17:38:55.584-08:00<div>And I'd give up forever to touch you</div><div>'Cause I know that you feel me somehow</div><div>You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be</div><div>And I don't want to go home right now.</div><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyqUFr8TljoPfxcLqe48atEoqcHuF0VXUNQAt8tl7QYHBaYV8VWK81ksl_N17_ZZ6GNGmD5Juz7Yix_hb_Wk7AiIVLnHlv_Q4W4-akRhQSj0xZPDol7MOGvGe30PgqwaCHPfAb-54hbkaO/s1600/bufalo-da-noite02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyqUFr8TljoPfxcLqe48atEoqcHuF0VXUNQAt8tl7QYHBaYV8VWK81ksl_N17_ZZ6GNGmD5Juz7Yix_hb_Wk7AiIVLnHlv_Q4W4-akRhQSj0xZPDol7MOGvGe30PgqwaCHPfAb-54hbkaO/s1600/bufalo-da-noite02.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-85203866935720484792011-01-03T16:28:00.000-08:002011-01-03T16:28:38.459-08:00<div align="right" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMW4S2MD9juV8kKEQ3PeWanLufshqYzC-Gl4YsBgoJgSRO7XxkrQyPbXTN5me1m_SRGok448Q0mlZaw_zP1_ziSztNOi7WZ2BU9faXiQuSpXTQL9K82APxTGpdhnAJ8dtEOGrtwyNOLHn-/s1600/tumblr_lbxyiuks831qzr04eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMW4S2MD9juV8kKEQ3PeWanLufshqYzC-Gl4YsBgoJgSRO7XxkrQyPbXTN5me1m_SRGok448Q0mlZaw_zP1_ziSztNOi7WZ2BU9faXiQuSpXTQL9K82APxTGpdhnAJ8dtEOGrtwyNOLHn-/s400/tumblr_lbxyiuks831qzr04eo1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQq0WhSBP_3oaKeJMgkgfnrPPGdZKQTVy34QI0jOQ9EiwpUhsnjTior-pjNSvzG_d2yYQy4QXEEuXBWUT4sUFpLKVEbpKZ8WDyT9HxXXyXwc94Bz_yHBzRMtNLo97etRpqxkUvUCV2aC7f/s1600/tumblr_lbxfdedyjK1qdkr0xo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQq0WhSBP_3oaKeJMgkgfnrPPGdZKQTVy34QI0jOQ9EiwpUhsnjTior-pjNSvzG_d2yYQy4QXEEuXBWUT4sUFpLKVEbpKZ8WDyT9HxXXyXwc94Bz_yHBzRMtNLo97etRpqxkUvUCV2aC7f/s1600/tumblr_lbxfdedyjK1qdkr0xo1_400.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Está na hora. Reborn.<br />
Agita, procura, contesta, cria, não te rendas. <em>O amor é não haver polícia. </em>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-88599170964246446482010-12-30T17:02:00.000-08:002011-01-02T10:20:03.585-08:00ne regrette rien<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOzom5vrc4xHetVUhE9F7XV4QGBGVTDhpjTyojJW_61NBMhhubdm3fU6onB2ajvTukMvjRJuvbIYfiLhpH4OnjYILL6PMXkQox9OfuAvQqaVK73dsusqESD86u54K4tATtKeQGJZHYcwC/s1600/tumblr_kqg0j8zDR51qzq7k1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOzom5vrc4xHetVUhE9F7XV4QGBGVTDhpjTyojJW_61NBMhhubdm3fU6onB2ajvTukMvjRJuvbIYfiLhpH4OnjYILL6PMXkQox9OfuAvQqaVK73dsusqESD86u54K4tATtKeQGJZHYcwC/s640/tumblr_kqg0j8zDR51qzq7k1o1_500.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="left"></div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-88694515331935769092010-09-17T15:00:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:24:04.786-08:00podre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVkAetWgJJoMgAqILvLIIpBscow1B14dKawAmdlAyjAZfxq-M_mD61lxVvlIhZ8By7A_3Hdrb2FG0eq__IfSzX5bU3z7wFB9rmnAZZQRbjUYQk9eFtZAyo0X5TYGVhbFl_8QJmbrL9eNy/s1600/dedo_podre.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 351px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 515px;"><img alt="" border="0" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518014388050948562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVkAetWgJJoMgAqILvLIIpBscow1B14dKawAmdlAyjAZfxq-M_mD61lxVvlIhZ8By7A_3Hdrb2FG0eq__IfSzX5bU3z7wFB9rmnAZZQRbjUYQk9eFtZAyo0X5TYGVhbFl_8QJmbrL9eNy/s640/dedo_podre.jpg" style="display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">És obcessivo e dominador. Não sabes quando parar. Vives seguro do teu orgulho, confiante e certo de que é o mundo que está errado,<strong><em> está</em></strong><strong><em> podre</em></strong>. Falas do flagelo social, dos problemas da população e do défice mas não olhas para dentro de ti - para o vazio que és.</div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-4443831608151510142010-09-08T18:36:00.000-07:002010-12-30T15:54:49.547-08:00kids in americaPodes correr: sentir a pele rasgar-se a cada movimento. Fugir de ti: do teu passado, das fotografias que imortalizaram os teus defeitos. Do teu presente: do espelho que te persegue através dos erros cravados no rosto.<br />
<div align="justify">O teu corpo, apesar de esguio, é flácido e está gasto. Usado como um pano sujo no chão de uma cozinha. E tu, por dentro, estás consumido. Não falo de alma, mente ou coração porque nada disso está. Está tudo consumido. </div><br />
<div align="justify">E ficas mais velho com o tempo, mais cansado com o trabalho, mais triste com a chuva.</div><div align="justify"><em>Querias escapar-lhe mas ela escapou-te</em>. E já não és um de nós. </div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-15958466623590539612010-08-27T17:05:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:26:23.258-08:00gonna make fire<div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh62KWtY1LGd6HxU5cShLzm3L50RsUM-3mGko0Zu5pl20-l4BOhXgV5BpSa8stFngZbiZkqRAd94D7LvN9p8jWHflHC9xGmfgq_R14ZzeAnqo0CQPMud7Gp3S0b-gQUNYVIKr6s8wDSvjYv/s1600/tumblr_l7hvn06kAG1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 305px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 466px;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510245511623762130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh62KWtY1LGd6HxU5cShLzm3L50RsUM-3mGko0Zu5pl20-l4BOhXgV5BpSa8stFngZbiZkqRAd94D7LvN9p8jWHflHC9xGmfgq_R14ZzeAnqo0CQPMud7Gp3S0b-gQUNYVIKr6s8wDSvjYv/s1600/tumblr_l7hvn06kAG1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sei lá. Não sei bem como começar.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">É sempre difícil dizer adeus, desculpa, já não te quero, não posso mais. E ainda é mais difícil quando os teus olhos ainda me pedem. Onde é que vais? <em>Vou sair, esquecer. Perder-me por aí, esperar que o tempo cure, que a alma lave. </em></div><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Where hearts were entertaining June,<br />
We stood beneath an amber moon<br />
And softly whispered “someday soon”<br />
We kissed and clung together,<br />
Then tomorrow was another day<br />
The morning found me miles away<br />
With still a million things to say.</span></div></div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-36500822352982239772010-08-15T17:35:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:27:07.379-08:00Sem reservas<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfun3GEPDqxXurDaxUr4tqAilXAJb7BAJuWpEJgGmLV7C8nukedW8sYXAUHccQ35v6TP7DIrNTBY1aOBrE2Imxno5353A9bossRbuAkKCR4KylSy1ns2yChiUlDmJqEdBF7ajnF8kX1sY/s1600/2884093.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506548249923387026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfun3GEPDqxXurDaxUr4tqAilXAJb7BAJuWpEJgGmLV7C8nukedW8sYXAUHccQ35v6TP7DIrNTBY1aOBrE2Imxno5353A9bossRbuAkKCR4KylSy1ns2yChiUlDmJqEdBF7ajnF8kX1sY/s1600/2884093.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <span style="font-size: 130%;">Live for the journey, not the destination.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size: 78%;">(espera por mim Argentina!)</span></div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-60606724681452783542010-07-12T14:24:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:28:07.477-08:00<div align="right">Eu não sei beijar.<br />
Precipito-me para as pessoas e como-as.<br />
Arranco-lhes pedaços da alma pela boca e imagino como terão sido as suas vidas até então. </div><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil96DrCl69fnoeotgoL1Qbu_H7m22jbDtExQ9Yq-uiGD2NJj_ylNo7FkS3nWzZFW_x9TA-_e5ZXjdL30tlOwJvM6ane-2kF8BAnsmoDV3cgN_W0fuIBKZGVhXSlPSZLFmRCtTJWvMj1BtI/s1600/3489221.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493528994909874370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil96DrCl69fnoeotgoL1Qbu_H7m22jbDtExQ9Yq-uiGD2NJj_ylNo7FkS3nWzZFW_x9TA-_e5ZXjdL30tlOwJvM6ane-2kF8BAnsmoDV3cgN_W0fuIBKZGVhXSlPSZLFmRCtTJWvMj1BtI/s1600/3489221.jpg" /></a></div><div align="right">Tento não fechar os olhos. Fechar os olhos é conhece-las - entregar-me a elas.<br />
E eu (só) não tenho coragem para isso.</div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-82740566381545669892010-05-23T12:49:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:30:55.792-08:00Electric feel<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXU4eB5CPKWElo4wv06MqKa0RWVFUjm5f_Sn8tLV_8s2h3M-N_bVDMuVxiBq9SM7Jkp7j31j3PPqgk52dY14cDOYjdd5J12m0aZyIc7jHY6OZgAjcKDfayzdk81cKKPABbO2IhJztcsCY/s1600/ZK0HIaCaHommr5b8pufw7wW9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474563475658618626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXU4eB5CPKWElo4wv06MqKa0RWVFUjm5f_Sn8tLV_8s2h3M-N_bVDMuVxiBq9SM7Jkp7j31j3PPqgk52dY14cDOYjdd5J12m0aZyIc7jHY6OZgAjcKDfayzdk81cKKPABbO2IhJztcsCY/s400/ZK0HIaCaHommr5b8pufw7wW9o1_500.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 325px;" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Pensava que não podia fugir dos estereótipos, escapar ao dicionário ou construir um novo atlas. Percorrer os meus medos e deixá-los para trás, onde deviam ficar todas as convenções que me pressionavam. Ao longo dos anos, todos estes dogmas fizeram com que respeitasse as horas necessárias para a digestão.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; font-size: 130%; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mas depois conheci-te.</span> </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">E descobri que podiamos sobreviver sem rotinas.</div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-29767422718408493642010-05-13T12:54:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:33:41.248-08:00caranguejo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5l6H-XkO3CqwLhIYnKecynH8fvhLjysk8opMqj7pgOqifnIWgSCActQjVrJXBIfZkYfpXqYIkUq4fft0EXeigWt8G8AZN2f4qknB3NDxm9bPEaCe1IxPORifjuRZeOpSt5QOpBQNf4vRE/s1600/tumblr_l1lekbwjDf1qzr04eo1_400.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470845708451328242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5l6H-XkO3CqwLhIYnKecynH8fvhLjysk8opMqj7pgOqifnIWgSCActQjVrJXBIfZkYfpXqYIkUq4fft0EXeigWt8G8AZN2f4qknB3NDxm9bPEaCe1IxPORifjuRZeOpSt5QOpBQNf4vRE/s640/tumblr_l1lekbwjDf1qzr04eo1_400.png" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470846001787359522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8UkdVD-XYUiSwYgS0GWOZ-RhObSHWVvpfhzJxYQyFXN-ok81B7pqHtz2Gk2BeImbdu14tHqupZrKniWXHMHD3uKYGeR_6fqAw7mm_q3EUGKC6mtQF9AjSujVRpQ60YR_JgPadRcHOdrC/s640/3277100170_52f8bce87b.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></div><br />
<div><div></div></div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-37798289866036913972010-05-04T13:48:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:34:17.771-08:00A aventura está aí<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCym2hR56Xfm5sgzmjDQhoTD1s-HCHsjLQWBuIIOC5nxj96wG-pUjpmAq-YZQ2GfmVSbIKiIAUKUEHSkbLYCy5mqno8TE4XG3TldccTwcJ_OsbXqcGRF2VUuEblofJjLLzZLuiHxapyqj/s1600/3432535.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467520422504351106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCym2hR56Xfm5sgzmjDQhoTD1s-HCHsjLQWBuIIOC5nxj96wG-pUjpmAq-YZQ2GfmVSbIKiIAUKUEHSkbLYCy5mqno8TE4XG3TldccTwcJ_OsbXqcGRF2VUuEblofJjLLzZLuiHxapyqj/s1600/3432535.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />
<div><span style="font-size: 180%;"></span></div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-45497972009342450042010-05-02T13:53:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:34:53.617-08:002511<div align="justify">Vem para África comigo. Abandona todas as tuas ideologias neocomodistas e deixa-me guiar-te. A tua expressão é de senhor feudal, antigo colonizador. Não queres experimentar o suor da rude essência? Não queres sentir o calor do doce e mais antigo continente? Vivenciar os pés descalços de quem vive sem destino e sem estradas?</div><div align="justify">Tu não tens sempre razão. Podes saber de cor todas as datas, conhecer todos os acontecimentos que marcaram a História ou estar a par do último caso judicial de destaque, mas não tens sempre razão. Por isso faz as malas e vamos, sei que vais adorar.</div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMHIML7sIomo-brtwCTrQLVxaoZUpUVZYrTIWP-qPfecYgcG9EUf-99ylQEOav2XQmgOvCrJ3CTld4nTyhdAMsB8xjgEN-ggk4I4c-qLFG5uA5x_kldRvkbOIcseZdaCz2HkDvaTe2tMCd/s1600/TpS1lUz9fksizgq7gXXt5aIeo1_500.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466784845738067218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMHIML7sIomo-brtwCTrQLVxaoZUpUVZYrTIWP-qPfecYgcG9EUf-99ylQEOav2XQmgOvCrJ3CTld4nTyhdAMsB8xjgEN-ggk4I4c-qLFG5uA5x_kldRvkbOIcseZdaCz2HkDvaTe2tMCd/s400/TpS1lUz9fksizgq7gXXt5aIeo1_500.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 295px; width: 464px;" /></a></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">E quando voltarmos podemos ir ao <em>Beers</em> divagar acerca de amor e política.</div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-26527770054564574722010-04-01T16:51:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:38:19.170-08:00peanuts<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3chcV6Fiiaeu-7oCe5tG-4O-cDOL0dVwcmH9Q_Ve4B-k6JUVNVzdQRaR1aeL643FNLZDOIpDrxLBjWE_xDLyT23D4VuWWZmIHuk12HSLgf1WrQVGCWUmLVw721nfAsDWpLU5Ropt4D8i/s1600/fcfr.jpg"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455350483678287346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3chcV6Fiiaeu-7oCe5tG-4O-cDOL0dVwcmH9Q_Ve4B-k6JUVNVzdQRaR1aeL643FNLZDOIpDrxLBjWE_xDLyT23D4VuWWZmIHuk12HSLgf1WrQVGCWUmLVw721nfAsDWpLU5Ropt4D8i/s1600/fcfr.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></span></a>It's something I said, <br />
or someone I know<br />
Or you called me up, <br />
maybe I wasn't home<br />
Now everybody needs some time,<br />
And everybody knows<br />
The rest of it's fine<br />
And everybody knows that<br />
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Come on now, sugar,<br />
Bring it on, bring it on, yeah<br />
Just remember me when <br />
you're <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUTW6xRrYQ-4tC9B8tGk78Cca_XszRCrkS93chfQWZn5Z-3LnDkOxL9qiqOrEV45AYxEJwdoWd6Rrissb_Uv2daNjPY5tP5v8PCTwXV9fplPZ9AkrdHTuVtD8J45dYrTzgv1e9B5VqLHE/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulodxs.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455349774879028306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUTW6xRrYQ-4tC9B8tGk78Cca_XszRCrkS93chfQWZn5Z-3LnDkOxL9qiqOrEV45AYxEJwdoWd6Rrissb_Uv2daNjPY5tP5v8PCTwXV9fplPZ9AkrdHTuVtD8J45dYrTzgv1e9B5VqLHE/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulodxs.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a>good to go<br />
Come on now, honey,<br />
Bring it on, bring it on, yeah<br />
Just remember me when<br />
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We used to be friends. A long time ago<br />
We used to be friends. A long time ago<br />
We used to be friends. A long time ago<br />
We used to be friends, hey hey<br />
A long time ago, we used to be friends<br />
But I haven't thought of you lately at all <br />
</div><div align="right"><span style="font-family: georgia;">If ever again, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia;">a greeting I send to you,<br />
Short and sweet is all I intend.</span> </div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-31294930898163504512010-03-20T14:27:00.000-07:002011-01-02T10:45:04.500-08:00nómada<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_eiN4FBInwN-JDqdHTXOrBR2hDoyotsbsBimQQuWo7g1dNy82zzK7oM2vdLH46O2gKENqO2Sj-DgjrDkqK3rug0QlzCcF0v83tXnud-eRAdJH8NrL1IQwQrr4LLMDo3ORgtbVrT0NGrA/s1600-h/tumblr_ksuhhx09861qz7lxdo1_500.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450832622605924786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_eiN4FBInwN-JDqdHTXOrBR2hDoyotsbsBimQQuWo7g1dNy82zzK7oM2vdLH46O2gKENqO2Sj-DgjrDkqK3rug0QlzCcF0v83tXnud-eRAdJH8NrL1IQwQrr4LLMDo3ORgtbVrT0NGrA/s1600/tumblr_ksuhhx09861qz7lxdo1_500.jpg" /></a><br />
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Tu nasceste para ser selvagem. Indomável e louco. <br />
Filho da puta, carniceiro da alma. <br />
Morde-me e experimenta-me, testa-me, tortura-me e devora-me. <br />
Faz tudo sem olhar para trás, guarda segredo até à cova. <br />
Ninguém saberá e a tua consciência não está pesada, pelo contrário, leve - deliciada. </div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-88726185333137372732010-03-14T14:00:00.000-07:002010-12-30T15:32:55.836-08:00T2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMIaD-mfXVWqegOjtj6nMdFgL-RDcCCzQBSAmk5My8xzxn-7FxdSCCX6HT7MZFEPOA8u5q3CdG6S48qvIDDzmfa_L3mkiyQQustzx_qBRvvMMg9GZvlsbMbH6tti3SZK7qzPwAXP4F-o_/s1600-h/dhwCTt1lion65k363Udd1TWwo1_500.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448601461896455666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMIaD-mfXVWqegOjtj6nMdFgL-RDcCCzQBSAmk5My8xzxn-7FxdSCCX6HT7MZFEPOA8u5q3CdG6S48qvIDDzmfa_L3mkiyQQustzx_qBRvvMMg9GZvlsbMbH6tti3SZK7qzPwAXP4F-o_/s400/dhwCTt1lion65k363Udd1TWwo1_500.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5wfVxzu_F6P30wx_u8eckB-Ijknm5-GLbI3E-I9PhhTEI_0KU5-9VCKzWF2kOnl80QzrPM1AB2tXNAJ-yBJ_Gdw6BBFoWIY67n8-KbEeWWjQixCeN47svAC5q8j4_IcIjz_DsCK2Cs9R/s1600-h/RXPgOopb1on8wy8eE5HFHAF9o1_500.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448601825193991282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5wfVxzu_F6P30wx_u8eckB-Ijknm5-GLbI3E-I9PhhTEI_0KU5-9VCKzWF2kOnl80QzrPM1AB2tXNAJ-yBJ_Gdw6BBFoWIY67n8-KbEeWWjQixCeN47svAC5q8j4_IcIjz_DsCK2Cs9R/s400/RXPgOopb1on8wy8eE5HFHAF9o1_500.jpg" /></a><br />O senso comum é o conjunto de preconceitos adquiridos antes de completar 18 anos. Albert EinsteinMartinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-86002206766458418842010-03-06T12:42:00.000-08:002010-12-30T15:58:14.801-08:00pintorA natureza emociona-me. <div align="justify">Liberta o que de mim sofre mais intensamente. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Uma casa velha junto ao mar. E a areia nos pés todos os dias. Húmida mas ríspida, dourada.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">O vento e o verde. </div><div align="justify">Os teus olhos de mestre fitando-me. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Tenho vergonha, não sei quanto conheces de mim. Quantas verdades te foram reveladas através da minha chávena de chá vazia, da minha blusa no chão, da minha boca na tua.</div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-58095695238866702532010-02-27T14:27:00.000-08:002010-12-30T15:31:49.352-08:00Meet me in Prague<p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAOnyj17hL29gPqHBFrjNJZhyphenhyphen3KKOcpaR2Jf2c9MWg3dmG4WRagSQPjP_CvAfGU8q9EL67UjTYIwHNw1MIqmnmWXIKdTJ03kbsHac5ZXySZU7V3nkF-ADV8-wHAQAxiWCbgH8hXspV0xu/s1600-h/P1090313.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 740px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 417px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443054825020934962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAOnyj17hL29gPqHBFrjNJZhyphenhyphen3KKOcpaR2Jf2c9MWg3dmG4WRagSQPjP_CvAfGU8q9EL67UjTYIwHNw1MIqmnmWXIKdTJ03kbsHac5ZXySZU7V3nkF-ADV8-wHAQAxiWCbgH8hXspV0xu/s400/P1090313.JPG" /></a></p><div align="right">Cítím se opravdu jako doma.</div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-46807503406371037532010-02-04T15:34:00.000-08:002010-12-30T15:31:49.353-08:00warm inside<div align="justify">Ainda acreditas no amor?<br /></div><div align="justify">Vou ficar sem fôlego, arrebatador. Dorme comigo. Dispenso o cliché do pequeno-almoço levado à cama, podemos deixar tudo desarrumado quando sairmos. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 683px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434538796951316658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFPwbr58vSYVe412rkEoHY3NMgyNNkTRQ5VgLDv5Zafug-_-yIiYFiT5RhdyURK1hsMCmxz-1rBc7XqrAQTuv-pdDad7SggLm-Pnt1-p_VEjwNDz_eoBwVRCw6JsXlYP3HPqcN7rnWOm7/s400/photography-24127f9c4ce32041f5f509f9a2f8816a_h.jpg" /> <p align="center"><em>"Eu não sei bem quem tu és, sei que gosto dos teus pés..."</em></p>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112436606186534098.post-31164578741898290892010-02-01T14:02:00.000-08:002010-12-30T15:32:21.577-08:00Tarzan,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkyY92SxdqyMaMC1DK03MR99pHTaWH3YXz-u2EJLrT03kStPePTNEwdzx7NBUNInsHMXAgSUOM-7dYI2g3GM1Hd59p14OSWJuocuvSEpfb0e-_lCF3t1bfFHZKLzX-qf1UUN0lMW9Tx90/s1600-h/my_name_is_indie4.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 582px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433401515231886402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkyY92SxdqyMaMC1DK03MR99pHTaWH3YXz-u2EJLrT03kStPePTNEwdzx7NBUNInsHMXAgSUOM-7dYI2g3GM1Hd59p14OSWJuocuvSEpfb0e-_lCF3t1bfFHZKLzX-qf1UUN0lMW9Tx90/s400/my_name_is_indie4.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>not Jane.</strong><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Martinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069801106243515042noreply@blogger.com