o de sempre

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55886852011-04-22T03:07:50.818+01:00o de semprequando a voz do ardina cala samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256220560200563099noreply@blogger.comBlogger7011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588685.post-77102888410732265392009-01-26T16:32:00.002Z2009-01-26T16:37:51.863Z

Cantarolar Fausto* (o Bordalo Dias), quando o nosso pacto com o diabo não é pela sabedoria, mas pelo bolso aconchegado.Roupa VelhaRapariguinha cose a tua saia velha de cambraia que outra não podes comprar baixa a bainha rasga o pé-de-meia quando é magra a ceia quem nos há-de aguentar oh bonitinha A que preço está o peixe na corrida a xaputa já é truta promovida puxa da massa apalpa a fruta

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Conversa na ruaDe marioneta na mão, oferece um passou-bem e interrompe conversa. O aperto de mão é recusado, era outro o aperto, e o coração disparado não queria interrupções. Meio ofendido e furioso com a recusa, vira as costas a dizer:- Pode ser que morras!A única retaliação que saiu foi:- É igual...(segue sempre em rodapé, 'o dia não pode ser igual' e não é, quando tudo se torna igual perante

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Dos dias frios, que ficam gelados.Portishead - Magic Doors(This one goes out to G.)

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“Talvez pudesse ouvir passos junto à porta do quarto, passos leves que estacariam enquanto a minha vida, toda a vida, ficaria suspensa. Eu existiria então vagamente, alimentado pela violência de uma esperança, preso à obscura respiração dessa pessoa parada. Os comboios passariam sempre. E eu estaria a pensar nas palavras do amor, naquilo que se pode dizer quando a extrema solidão nos dá um

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Associação livre de notíciasOra bem... e isto para não falar da 'crise'O nobel da física foi atribuído, entre discussões de matéria e antimatéria, à teoria* da assimetria enquanto princípio originário do universo (bravo um ponto a favor das desarmonias).Alheio a tudo isto (ou quanto mais penso, talvez não), um xeque saudita, de fatwa na liga, senhor dono do decoro, quer que as mulheres saiam à

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Só ele para me fazer voltar [com(o) o outono]I know I'll miss...

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Requiem de Verdi - Dies irae, dies illa - Conduzido por KarajanDies irae, dies illasolvet saeclum in favilla,teste David cum Sybilla.Quantus tremor est futurus,quando judex est venturus,cuncta stricte discussurus.Tuba mirum spargens sonumper sepulchra regionum,coget omnes ante thronum.Mors stupebit et natura,cum resurget creatura,judicanti responsura.Liber scriptus proferetur,in quo totum

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Fanfare Ciocărlia!!! É hoje! Tirem-me as cadeiras da frente...Mais aqui e aqui.

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Desci por não ter mais forçaÀs águas verdes, sem fundo,Mesmo que voltem as forçasNão quero voltar ao mundo!Desci por não ter mais forçaAté ao fundo das águasMesmo que voltem as forças,Não voltarei a ser escrava!Desci por não ter mais forçasÀs águas verdes, sem fim.Mesmo que voltem as forças,Não me separo de mim! Lago - Amália

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Pensar em formato XX(l)!

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Publicado no quinzenal "Conversas de Café" nº 37, de 6 de Junho Arranhar desacomodado Não andam como Ulisses a lutar contra Circes, mas resistem aos cânticos das sereias com a mesma serenidade. Não derretem asas a caminho do sol, mas cruzam diariamente labirintos e procuram o caminho que os liberte dos Minos circunstanciais. Em grupo ou individualmente têm como missão e gosto mostrar uma

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I wish I was EmmaBon Iver - For Emma, forever ago.

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amar-te é saber que nenhuma palavra se te compararecolho ao silêncio e encontro-teprocuro-te no cheiro de maresia que a cidade já não teme cada arco velho é uma esperançareinvento a terra, a minha, e adorno-a com o teu sorrisoé essa a luz que reflectee nunca mais vou estar só, porque um dia conheci o teu olhar

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A partir de hoje até sábado!Aqui

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Mergulhou e não voltou! A serenata...Esbjörn Svensson (1964 - 2008)

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Do sentir do "povo"Silêncio profundo, pesadoDesses que viste, ó pedrasNo ventre enorme da teraRolos de arame farpadoSacos de areia, trincheirasTrincheiras da grande guerraDuas vontades, dois gritosDuas frentes frente a frenteE dois destinos tambémDois extremos infinitosSeparados simplesmentePela terra-de-ninguémDorme a sono solto a feraFica suspensa a batutaDa trágica sinfoniaE é nesse tempo de

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Lula Pena Sábado no Castelo

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Sigur Rós - Gobbledigook

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Das paixões perenes...No castelo, ponho um cotoveloEm Alfama, descanso o olharE assim desfaz-se o noveloDe azul e marÀ ribeira encosto a cabeçaA almofada, na cama do TejoCom lençóis bordados à pressaNa cambraia de um beijoLisboa menina e moça, meninaDa luz que meus olhos vêem tão puraTeus seios são as colinas, varinaPregão que me traz à porta, ternuraCidade a ponto luz bordadaToalha à beira mar

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Lisboa adormeceu, já se acenderamMil velas nos altares das colinasGuitarras pouco a pouco emudeceramCerraram-se as janelas pequeninasLisboa forme um sono repousadoNos braços voluptuosos do seu TejoCobriu-a a colcha azul do céu estreladoE a brisa veio, a medo, dar-lhe um beijoLisboaAndou de lado em ladoFoi ver uma toiradaDepois bailou... bebeu...LisboaOuviu cantar o fadoRompia a madrugadaQuando

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Já chegou, já ficou!Aldina Duarte - Mulheres ao Espelho

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Vísceral. Num país de migrações e saudade Akram Khan também foi português.

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Publicado no "conversas de café" nº34, edição comemorativa do 25 de Abril.No cumprimento do ritual matinal de cerrar bem a mão à volta dos apoios do autocarro para não deslizar com alguma travagem, sou distraída por um silêncio feito prolongado nos meus auriculares.Começo um falar nu com um passado que não vivi. Passos em crescendo como se me viesses buscar, cadência de passos como se me viessem

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"The capital of Portugal, built on the right bank of the "Sea of Straw", as the Tagus is called because of the golden reflections of the sun at this point is a lively place with the omnipresent hustle and bustle of streetsellers. In the evening, people pull out chairs on the pavement and start discussions, loudly putting their points of view. The city then reverberates to its ultimate beauty, the

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Zero em Comportamento e Museu do Orientepromovem Ciclo de Cinema “Máscaras” A associação cultural Zero em Comportamento e o Museu do Oriente co-produzem um ciclo de cinema, entre 25 de Maio e 1 de Junho, que, de maneiras diferentes, coloca uma mesma questão: a vacilação da identidade humana quando sujeita a pressões de vários tipos (social, moral, político). Os temas da falsa identidade, do duplo

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Islândia, o país mais pacífico do Mundo!Portugal ficou em sétimo lugar!

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A crueza e o incómodo da migalha presa fora da boca de quem está a comer.E o familiar que isso nos é.

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Je crois pas... For the love of god!http://www.movimentoacordalisboa.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=blogcategory&id=31&Itemid=71

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"To ask is selfish of mebut when you leave my companydo you sometimes feel likean amputee?If yes, please write yeson my ceiling."Scott Matthew - Amputee

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I hope his road to peace crosses mine

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Carédo! Tanta Fufa!!!!

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novo espaço aqui, só porque a chulice é um pouco menor do que aqui.

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"Today we see millions desperatly searching for their own shadows, devouring movies, plays, novels, and self-help books, no matter how obscure, that promise to help them locate their missing identities."Alvin Toffler

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Chopin & Radiohead

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"libertação" metralhada...mirrada como uma passa, colada a uma primeira fila que me expunha ao pelotão de fuzilamento da voz da maria antónia, engolia aos tropeções os soluços do choro...

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Evelyn Glennie na Gulbenkian, hoje e amanhã.

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Learning to love you moreby Miranda July

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antes que se torne impossível

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Portishead - machine gun (video premier)

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The time is now!

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everything, for a lifetime

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"Here comes another day in isolationhold out your handfeel my brain burnsyou stuck and lick but you still don't know whyI could fuck your brains outbut I'm not interested in that life"The Knife - Rock Classics - Deep Cuts

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São poucas as certezas que se têm na vida, mas ontem acabei o dia com uma certeza absoluta e inquestionável a alojar-se na marca de expressão do sorriso: Ontem podia ter sido o concerto da minha vida, para isso só faltaram as tuas mãos...

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Ainda aqui pai!No teu colo quente,no regaço silencioso cheio de certezas.

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Está para breve o novo Ep dos Linda Martini, o Marsupial. Press desta que virtualmente Vos "linka".

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Hoje os pézinhos não param quietos...Otis Redding - (I can't get no) Satisfaction

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Alguém me explica o que se passa? Está tudo louco? (que é como quem diz, andam a profanar-me o bolso e eu gosto...)Lista mais ou menos actualizada das sevícias:Portishead (27 de Março)The Kills (12 Abril)A Naifa (18 Abril)Mão Morta (23 Abril)Einstürzende Neubauten (3 Maio)Diamanda Galas (10 Maio)The National (11 Maio)Cat Power (26 Maio)Animal Collective (28 Maio)Feist (10 de Junho)Kings of

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Radiohead + Unkle

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Lady: Bird...I cannot see a thingBird: It's all in your mind La Ballade of Lady and Bird

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Agora que já ninguém fala disso, acho que a melhor música de 2007 foi:

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Persépolis"So many times, it happens too fastYou change your passion for gloryDon't lose your grip on the dreams of the pastYou must fight just to keep them alive"Eye of the tiger

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As notícias sobre a calçada de carriche e a segunda circular, trouxeram-me até aqui.é o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama...e já agora...

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De quem gosta de ser quem é...

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Electric... Grl! Electric Feelone step forward ... interactive music video gamehere: www.whoismgmt.com/efvideo

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I will deliverYou know I'm a forgiver

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...perdeu-se máscara...

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... a sky that calls me out to dance Tim Buckley

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Leio todos os poemas que (me) escreves.

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"You feel the shaking of the groundA billion candles burn aroundis it your birthday?Tomorrow never comes until it's too late,tomorrow never comes until it's too late.Make tomorrow come, I think it's too late."Six Days War - Colonel Bagshot

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Chick Habit v. Faster Pussycat Kill Killacordei para a semana que começa, assim...

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Moira escondidamoira encantada

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Se eu hoje pudesse deixar-te um beijo na pouca bochecha e dar-te os Parabéns...

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Foda-se! Foda-se! Foda-se!1925 - 2008Lá se vai o libertino!

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3 músicas fantásticas - 3 videoclips sofríveisThe Knife - HeartbeatsGrizzly Bear - KnifeMidlake Roscoe

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en mis manos cabe tu mirada...

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o único post levemente relacionado com o natal que vão ver neste bloge tenho dito

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Nessun Dorma!"Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o Principessa, nella tua fredda stanza, guardi le stelle che tremano d'amore, e di speranza!Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me; il nome mio nessun saprà! No, No! Sulla tua bocca lo dirò quando la luce splenderà!Il nome suo nessun saprà... E noi dovrem, ahimè, morir, morir!Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincerò!

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Father don't you goLet's just take a walk in the afternoon ... look at meMother don't you knowYou can only see me through a clouded sphere ... look at meWalk out on a limb leaning on a cloud that isn't still revealsLooking down a cliff it isn't fun it's communicating fearSay what you say, say it like a catSay it to my face and say what you know every one saysSay what you say, say it like a catSay

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Do tempo que não passa... Um frenesi hialino arrepiouPra sempre a minha carne e a minha vidaFui um barco de vela que parouEm súbita baía adormecidaBaía embandeirada de miragemDormente de ópio, cristal e anil,Na ideia de um país de gaze e AbrilEm duvidosa e tremulante imagem...Mário de Sá-Carneiro "Sete canções de declínio"De mim para ti

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Tudo.Se.Curva

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Festejar com Joy Division !?Unknown(...)Let's dance to joy division,And celebrate the irony,Everything is going wrong,But we're so happy,Let's dance to joy division,And raise our glass to the ceiling,'Cos this could all go so wrong,But we're just so happy,Yeah we're so happy.So if your ever feeling down,Grab your purse and take a taxi,To the darker side of town,That's where we'll be,And we will

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"Elizabeth". A ver, nem que seja pelo "cenário"!(também) com Clive Owen e Samantha Morton.

samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256220560200563099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588685.post-79442712134140797402007-10-21T14:39:00.000+01:002007-10-21T14:47:45.767+01:00

3 olhos sobre a cidade depressa a voz se torna pouco

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As virtudes da mesa da tasca.Desenho - Raimundo Pousada

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"I am all the daysthat you choose to ignore""I'm in the middle of your pictureLying in the reeds"Radiohead - All I need

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There's a light that never goes outTake me out tonightOh, take me anywhere, I don't careI don't care, I don't careDriving in your carI never never want to go homeBecause I haven't got one, da ...Oh, I haven't got one...

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A mulher que conquistou a solidãoDoris Lessing por Chris Saunders

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Já cá canta!Enquanto se desunham a discutir se é a forma mais correcta de vender, distribuir, dar, divulgar música, eu vou ouvindo e adianto que é bom...15 StepBodysnatchersNudeWeird Fishes/ArpeggiAll I NeedFaust ArpReckonerHouse Of CardsJigsaw Falling Into PlaceVideotape

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DiárioExistem uns minutos no dia em que morro.É quando me ocorre que quando voltar para ti tu podes já não estar.Depois volta tudo ao normal, nem um cabelo despenteado para apontar.O único vestígio desta morte diária são as lágrimas que ficam. As minhas.

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Dar oportunidade à BritPop e a quem nunca precisou de matar uma barata!PULP - Common PeopleShe came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledgeShe studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, that's where I caught her eye.She told me that her Dad was loadedI said in that case I'll have a rum and coke-cola.She said fine and in thirty seconds time she said, I want to live like common peopleI want to

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"Desde que existe a morte, imediatamente a vida é absurda. Sempre pensei assim."8 anos depois e o peito continua a deixar-se apunhalar sem resistência pela voz.

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Os meus dias ShantiDevendra Banhart - Seahorsedo album Smokey rolls down thunder canyonSeahorseI'm high and I'm happy and I'm freeI got my whole heartLaid out right in front of meAnd I finally can seeThe way it's always beenThe need for peaceStarts from withinSo I leave my possesions to the windAnd I'm done with ever wanting anythingWell I can die satisfiedNo desires do I hideNot today, not

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Amuo - ClãVejo que estás mais crescidaJá dobras a frustraçãoBates com a porta ao MundoQuando ele te diz nãoEnvolves o teu espaçoNa tua membrana ausenteRecuas atrás um passoPra depois dar dois em frenteAmuar faz bemFicas descalça em casaA fazer a tua curaSalva por um bom amuoDe fazer má figuraAmanhã o mundo inteiroVai perguntar onde foste E tu dizes apenasQue saíste, viajasteAmuar faz bemNada como

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Acho que foi esta que me estalou (fodeu) o joelho na 6ª à noite!Pop Dell'arte - Querelledada a lesão, não vou poder genuflectir durante uma semana.

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Porque é que o João Peste canta "ainda tenho um sonho ou dois" e eu percebo, "ainda tenho um sonho a dois"?por favor, não respondam todos ao mesmo tempo e muito menos em coro, tá?

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"vem comigo, é tempo. Larga tudo e sai"Eva GerlachA acústica do céu encoberto é diferente, o amolador ainda parece mais triste.

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Diz-me o que andas a ouvir, dir-te-ei o que andas a sentir(em re-shuffle)Pop Dell'' Arte - POPlastik 1985-2005Animal Collective - Strawberry JamSt. Vincent - Marry MeArchitecture in Helsinki - Places like thisInterpol - Our love to admireThe National - BoxerTegan and Sara - The ConP.J. Harvey - White Chalk

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Torcem-se-me as entranhas ao admiti-lo mas o Santana Lopes teve razão!"Eu vim aqui com sacrifício pessoal, e sou interrompido por um treinador de futebol… Acho que o país está doido. Não vou continuar a entrevista, acho que o país tem que aprender"Não é o sacrificio pessoal do senhor que me inquieta, é a veneração ao football que só assim se denuncia. Ela começa de mansinho na monopolização das

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Momento twilight do dia... Estive a 5 metros da Monica Belluci. Eu não a vi, ela viu-me.

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Momento Político da Semana... Amén!

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PROCURADO!!! (por me fazer pensar)don't know if you notice anything differentIt's getting dark and it's getting cold and the nights are getting longAnd I don't know if you even notice at allThat I'm long goneAnd the things that keep us apartKeep me aliveAnd the things that keep me aliveKeep me aloneThis is the thingI don't know if you notice anything missingLike the leaves on the trees or my

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pega nesse e acende para nós! hoje é dia de partilha...

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Ao amor de mim...Parabéns pela conquista de mais um dia!

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This is no threshold of skin.There is no "where I end".There is no "where you begin".

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What do you think I'd seeIf I could walk away from meVelvet Underground - Candy Says

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