tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61137612011-10-11T12:43:38.087+01:00o quase diario de mais um vulto no desmame da vida..as preocupações e inquietudes de uma lua como qualquer outraluazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.comBlogger3071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-50404859152817382512011-07-06T12:51:00.000+01:002011-07-06T12:52:08.154+01:00

"Todo dia morre um amor. Quase nunca percebemos, mas todos os diasmorre um amor. Às vezes de forma lenta e gradativa, quase indolor,após anos e anos de rotina. Às vezes melodramaticamente, como naspiores novelas mexicanas, com direito a bate-bocas vexaminosos,capazes de acordar o mais surdo dos vizinhos. Morre em uma cama demotel ou em frente à televisão de domingo. Morre sem beijo antes dedormir

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There's this guy I likeCould it be?He's not complicated,He's complex - His words, not mine.There's this girl I likeI get her confused with someone elseevery now and then I get it right.There's this man I likeHe steals boxesSells cigarrettessometimes he feels lonelyHe lives for the night.There's this woman I likeShe's trapped, she's lostshe's walking on a stickmaybe looking for othersShe has her

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loud noise on the street belowempty thoughts of ramdomnesswaiting for a stranger to call.will it ever find a way to be in it.doubts and need for closurequestion marks and exclamationsshouting wilder than alowed.will it ever find a way to be in it.lost music for a frienda word of silence in betweencrawling from within.will it ever finda way to be in it.conflicting desiresupside-down messagessaid,

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"scattered hopesshattered dreams"they were walking along the waterthe wind blowing ran their dreamsexperiencing a new way of looking the citytogether yet apart. a few more shadows.the roofs seemed different, bigger than the streetsa bird walked by, no one could've noticedthe strings chained him tight, held him stronglythe people on the window could not understandhow it could be, how it should be,

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thousand crowdssurfacing the cloudsrain, wind, stormhigh above birdsscreaming wordssand, wind, stormlow down choirstuck in a wireair, wind, stormnight campingday liftingfire, wind, stormdesires changingnoise raisingblood, wind, stormnowhere placesdark facespaper, wind, stormtrickled bloodscary mudsmell, wind, stormsomeone alonea thrown stonelaugh, wind, stormsex lustturned to dustdesire, wind,

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Feitos para estar ou não, todos somos.Existindo num dia a dia de inconstânciasAbraçando-nos no peso da solidão,Trespassando olhares na sensação de domínioDe insensatez revestindo as noitesE de memórias, enchendo o presente,Sempre encontrado como ponte e nunca pelo que é.Nos passos correntes da loucura, entre as presasDa lucidez, vamos andando.Cheios de convenções e convicções.Um eu,

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redscovered facefingers undonesights parted.waitingfor a dayof nothing, like bukowski.when existenceturns to dustand greyhoodinto light.confusionwhirls of mistwaves of fognumbness.

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és a minha última derrotafoste o meu último falhançoserás o final da linhaespero que não sejas uma estaçãoque não tenhas definido um ficarque não venhas a marcar um futurotalvez sejas a minha marcatenhas sido mais um rasgãovenhas a ser um ido esquecidopara já és uma condicionanteuma não vontade diluídaum não querer de quereresés uma confirmaçãofoste um tormentoserás uma liçãohoje, um nãoontem, um

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sonhei-tee no sonho encontrei-teao longepra ti corriabraçamo-nose para o chão nos puxamosos amigos de cada umafastaram-se, juntose já depois do reboliçodo chãoolhei-tevi-tee já não eras tu.

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nadanadafaz sentidonão querero fantasiarnadaquerernadaesperarnadavontadenadanadanadafaz sentidoter um nadaser um nadapossuir nadalutarpor nadanadasonharnadasentirnadaquerernadanadanadanadanada faz sentidotudo.

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not looking for anything serious!"scary is good. once you cut the ropes anything can happen" (u.)

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às vezes, ao olhar para trás, pergunto-me como é possível.. sobretudo aqueles momentos que esquecemos por anos e anos e surgem de rompante para nos fazer sorrir ou entristecer.. sem lamentos olho o passado.apenas de grande curiosidade se enche a minha mente.pensar "como foi possível? quais as razões? quais as consequências?"..no hoje não pensar.sentir, deixar, levar-se, aprender.ocultar!escapes

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The sun was coming out through the big windows. He walked up to the table where she was sitting, smoking a cigarette. Minutes could’ve gone by. Laying down on her lap he asked her why. He was intrigued.“Can I have a cigarette?”, she asked.He walked his hand into his shirt pocket, while leaning his head on her thighs. Her answer was just a mumbling disconnection of thoughts “Always lost but never

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"É que de facto os jovens, por vezes, não se destacam do sistema. Limitam-se a constatar que não há saídas. Essa atitude tem de ser modificada e são eles que têm de amodificar. Se for preciso partir a louça, escavacar tudo isto, acabar com a burocracia para criar uma sociedade diferente, eles que o façam! Partam mesmo a louça!" by Zeca Afonso

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GENIAL! Há bastante tempo que nada me absorvia de tal forma...

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The building was very small. Big posters or newly developed advertisements were nowhere to be found. The moldy humid walls breathed oldness and careless caretaking. The impudence of the men with guns brought a fearful environment to the waiting room and the arbitrary movements of people coming and going gave her an uneasy feeling. The sun was setting behind the dust filling the air. A hot breeze

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"Down in the valleythe sheperd seesHis flock is close at handAnd in the night skya star is falling downFrom someone's handSomewhere, somehwere,I gotta get somewhereIt's not too late,it's not too lateI've got to get somewhereThis time I willtake the lead somehowThis time you won'thave to show me howWhen dreams comecrashing down like treesI don't know what love can doWhen life ishanging in the

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mourning time

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"Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,Well the music plays and you displayYour heart for me to see,I had a beer and now I hearYou calling out for meAnd I hope that I don't fall in love with you.Well the room is crowded, there's people everywhereAnd I wonder, should I offer you a chair?Well if you sit down with this old clown,Take that frown and

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-9543536516708697522010-02-22T14:04:00.000Z2010-02-22T14:05:16.186Z

Pheasant feathers in a plastic jack-o’-lantern–this is the way people decorate graves in October across from my house. In winter they tie wreaths to the stones like evergreen pendants in December. The halved-apple faces of owls on a branch will spook you, walking at dusk as I do with my dog who finds the one real pumpkin, small on a stem, and carries it off and flings it and retrieves, leaving on

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"Ok, I won't delay it any more. I can't talk with these people around. I don't feel emotionally secure, healthy or responsible enough to give you what you deserve. I am not well, which is why I need to go home. I don't feel well enough for myself now and certainly not well enough to give you the support you need. Come by tonight if you need to talk about it.""Round and round, up and then through

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If by clumsiness you beat yourself with it, fear not. It can break through stone on full strength but will also turn constructive in its loudness.

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"Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,I am the starshine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing,I

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what is love if not...... a strong will to share... a state where cold or warm do not matter... a willingness to let go... an appeal to the most inner self... butterflies in the heart... a motivation to feel... a careless commitment... a pledge for giving... a painless run around town... a conquest of the we......... a blind desire to be with somenoneblanks could be filled in...

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I kiss your forehead for respectI kiss your eyes for truthI kiss you cheeks for friendshipI kiss your lips for loveI kiss your neck for I like it.I press my body against your bodyFor my skin calls for yours.I touch you gently for I feel youI look you deeply for I see itI take your hand for it's soft.I kiss your chest for its warmthI kiss your hands for they're softI kiss your thighs for they're

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not knowing whether it's real or notnever knowingnot knowing

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two secondstic tacit isn't that muchtwo secondstic taccan just be enoughtwo secondstic tacwhat's there not to see?two secondstic tacclose to being, you and metwo secondstic tacwhat's there not to notice?two secondstic tactime going, just to show ustwo secondstic tacwe're lost in the hutchtwo secondstic tacsoon enough, it's too much

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the fire within me vanishes in youonly for a reason..you're always pleased when I'm on my kneesbut then againevery now and thenthe fire within you vanishes in me.

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you know,once upon a time I was an existentialistnow, I don't really care so muchwe're here, I'm herewe're building bridges where walls used to growwe're rising sunshines where clouds used to blowwhen reading poetry I stand stilland wonderhave we gone too far?have we reached a limit?will we ever findthe way to to be in it?somedays I wake upand look through my windowa cat on a porcha slight window

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the fool, the idiot and the brave..soon arriving in the nearest airport

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Set status herewhen my skin used to touch yours there was a rush.. not a fever, not a slight imbalance, just a heart pumping, rushing.. it's been a long time.. want it once more!

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"I'm still a virgin and my pregnancy just came in by accident"pergunto-me..

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exhausted!

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phone ringing... unknown number...she: hello?him: hi! how are you?she: I'm good.. who's there?him: hi, sorry.. it's me, Dough!she: Hi Dough! what's up? didn't know you had my number..him: oh and I didn't! took me a while and a lot of asking to figure it out.. you have too many names and it makes it hard to track you.she: oh yeah..sorry about it.him: how are you doing? are you feeling well? were

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"you're goneyou're out of the railsyou came to a point you don't understandyou're lostand drifting awaytoo far from the shore where you used to playbut there's a spark in the eyethere's a spark in the eyedon't loose the spark in the eyewhen you feel that nobody feels your cupa cup without a bottom or a topwhen nothing and nobody fills you upwhen you feel like nothing's ever good enoughtoo hotand

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she is not your ego booster!

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Him: Wait.Her: oh.. what's wrong?Him: Nothing, really.. I was just wondering how you feel about children..Her: About children? Why are you asking now? what is it?Him: well, how do you feel about having kids..Her: you mean.. NOW?Him: well.. I mean.. we're here.. having fun.. what if something goes wrong?Her: oh I see.. afraid of being a parent?Him: of course. I do not wish children.Her: hmm.. I

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"Back in the day yo as we learned A man was not considered to beConsidered to be fully grownHas he not gona beyond the hillsHas he not crossed the 7 seasYeah, 7 seas at least!Now all them jokers kept aroundJust like the scarecrows in hometownYeah, scarecrows in hometownFrom screen to screen they're travelin'But I'm a wonderlust kingI stay on the runLet me outLet me be goneIn the world's beat up

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-11872301295075351012009-07-01T11:27:00.001+01:002009-07-01T11:30:37.538+01:00

"Satellites goneUp to the skiesThing like that drives meOut of my mind"Lou Reeddone!

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satélites..existem pessoas que guardam outros à sua volta como se de satélites se tratassem.. deixam-nos andar em órbita continuamente, até deles quererem algo.. quando não querem, bem.. os satélites continuam em órbita para o caso de.. para o caso de se voltar a querer.

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"How many times must you call me in the morningBefore I wake upHow many times must I look at other girlsBefore we break upAnd how many times must I criticise every single thing that you doBefore you,Before you let me knowBefore you let me goYou really should've knownThat I'm a no good gambling man with the wrong handWho's been hurt so many timesWhy don't you look him in the eyeOh you won't see

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Study 1The present study aims to analyse the relationship between him and her.We expect Feeling to be a predictor of the differences between both groups (him and her) regarding the Relation.To test the hypothesized relations between the variables, we conducted a t test.Independent variable: FeelingDependent variable: Relation: group 1: him; group 2:her.The results provide evidence for our main

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no ruído mordaz que me rodeia, perco-mena ânsia de ser ou estar ofusco-mena vontade de ampliar reduzo-mena certeza de pouco ter adormeçoonde vou? para quem?no fim da noite ou na entrada do diarepete-se o sentir. só.e a rotina dá-lhe a voltapara disso me esqueceraté à hora tardia em que ninguémexiste com quem partilhar as palavras,o abraço.a never fitting shadowblowing our mindmaking us

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the concert was held outside.. not a great weather, but the sun could still shine through all the clouds running in the sky..and you see a band on stage..starting to play..and i was wondering.. is this a supporting act now? and then, all of a sudden i start to recognize the melody..and he comes on stage singing dance me to the end of love..with his nice striped black suit and a hat.. 10 people on

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por vezes as pessoas esquecem-se que as mensagens (verbais, escritas, olhadas, etc) são relacionais e como relacionais que são costumam implicar mais que um.por vezes os nossos apetites tornam-se condicionantes dos apetites de outros.. porque um "apetece-me" ou "apeteceu" têm força suficiente para abrir portas que por vezes e de facto não queremos abertas, e não são mais que a impulsividade dos

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entendi o que são almas gémeas..apercebi-me do número que destas pode existir..descobri a impossibilidade de as conjugar pela força dos sentimentos..i found my soul mate..then i discovered another onefelt my heart would breakporque hoje não me apetecia a carga de trabalhos que me espera, fui reler.. e opah, onde andava a minha mente nesta altura? hehehe, e a quem estaria eu a referir-me???

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the rain was sad and longthe hours bigger than our lives

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how many times must you feel it to start knowing it?

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-50001149486855153442009-04-30T12:53:00.000+01:002009-04-30T12:55:12.958+01:00

how many times must you be rejected to start accepting rejection?

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-91053251563322745272009-04-30T12:52:00.003+01:002009-04-30T12:53:49.591+01:00

how many times must you be confronted with reality to know it's definitely real?

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-83191982538693675722009-04-30T12:52:00.002+01:002009-04-30T12:52:51.225+01:00

how many times must someone ignore you for you to know it's not right?

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-5535000114865439572009-04-16T15:20:00.001+01:002009-04-16T15:20:39.615+01:00

"Time has told meYou're a rare rare findA troubled cureFor a troubled mind.And time has told meNot to ask for moreSomeday our oceanWill find its shore.So I`ll leave the ways that are making me beWhat I really don't want to beLeave the ways that are making me loveWhat I really don't want to love.Time has told meYou came with the dawnA soul with no footprintA rose with no thorn.Your tears they tell

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-54873474328994155042009-04-16T03:15:00.002+01:002009-04-24T14:11:52.557+01:00

e que dizer? uma noite bem passada, amigos que não se perdem nem se deixam perder..conversas..sobre tudo e nada..piadas..coisas.. e nada.. e tanto.. aiiiiii

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-6905269746770831872009-04-15T19:26:00.000+01:002009-04-15T19:27:11.302+01:00

chiça penico caneco e super bock

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-57888668721845246572009-04-15T19:18:00.002+01:002009-04-15T19:21:31.924+01:00

ai perdição perdição,onde te perdi eu?ai loucura loucura,pra onde foste?ai força força,onde perdeste tu a coragem?ai alegria alegria,onde ficou o sorriso?ai tortura tortura,quando pára o masoquismo?ai saudade saudade,porque não tens tradução?ai coisas coisas,nada é mais que isso: coisas.

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-65211522594142505102009-03-26T22:39:00.003Z2009-04-24T14:11:35.533+01:00

não precisa doer para fazer moçanão é preciso tomar consciência de para saber quenão tem que existir para se sentir a faltanão há como se não há queme não poderia se não quisesse

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-36173279538259481472009-03-20T15:24:00.002Z2009-03-26T22:44:07.884Z

- não, já disse que não podes.- mas oh.. vá lá, deixa-me ser a estrela do teu meio dia.- hmmnão é citação nem baseado em factos reais.. mas poderia ser bonito

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-73763107201524343942009-03-17T11:16:00.003Z2009-03-26T22:43:26.188Z

"well i left my baby for a dream as lovely, for a love that's only in books i read.and then i hit the cities, spent all my money, i just left my whole life in a taxi cab.cause it's just a memory, i can't love completely, when you're really with me, i'm indifferent.but i try to get my head clear, it's too full of ideas that i haven't thought of yet.and time, clocks keep waving their hands, doing

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-58804910042299044212009-03-06T13:59:00.002Z2009-03-06T14:01:05.691Z

"I could have been a sailor, could have been a cookA real live lover, could have been a book.I could have been a signpost, could have been a clockAs simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.I could beHere and nowI would be, I should beBut how?I could have beenOne of these things firstI could have beenOne of these things first.I could have been your pillar, could have been your doorI could have stayed

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-76206400185297943342009-03-04T13:16:00.001Z2009-03-04T13:25:47.262Z

conseguimos adivinhar o que é?

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-53622544605315126202009-03-04T00:14:00.002Z2009-03-04T00:19:21.478Z

"Pergunta-mese ainda és o meu fogose acendes aindao minuto de cinzase despertasa ave magoadaque se quedana árvore do meu sanguePergunta-mese o vento não traz nadase o vento tudo arrastase na quietude do lagorepousaram a fúriae o tropel de mil cavalosPergunta-mese te voltei a encontrarde todas as vezes que me detivejunto das pontes enevoadase se eras tuquem eu viana infinita dispersão do meu serse

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-51546154675733384212009-02-17T18:28:00.003Z2009-02-17T18:33:00.516Z

Last night I saw you..you were turning blueand by looking to another side,i figured some truth.we don't belong,and I know we never will.though the moments keepcherished and my soulsays it's heartfelt.last night I saw you..but our looks did not cross,so I turned around and leftto wonder through the streets.we don't belong,and I know we never will,though the memories lingerand my bones say it's

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-77370236191473721642008-07-05T21:52:00.002+01:002008-07-05T22:13:01.494+01:00

cheguei quinta-feira a noite da maior viagem da minha vida..agora, sentada na minha cama, depois de ler as palavras de alguem que me acompanhou durante estas semanas, nao consigo evitar o derramar escorrido pela minha face abaixo.."a cold and broken hallellujah", e o que no momento sinto..um raio de esperança e alegria, trespassado por uma inexplicável sensação de desalento e descrédito no mundo.

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-38884508207848158572008-05-29T13:47:00.004+01:002008-05-29T14:32:09.234+01:00

Ontem tive uma festa de aniversário em casa. Um amigo que adora cozinhar.O festim foi de:Butternut (uma abóbora longa e lânguida, muito laranjinha) recheada de pera e maçã com um molho de mel e rosmaninho.Galinha envolta em Bacon e queijo, assada no forno (não para as minhas entranhas).Atum fresco grelhado em sumo de limão.Espargos com molho de laranja.Salada de pasta com anchovas, azeitonas,

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-27285421235495354212008-05-29T01:13:00.000+01:002008-05-29T14:27:04.937+01:00

quando a qualidade excede as expectativas, o tempo torna-se secundário

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-67906290431465117392008-05-16T14:33:00.003+01:002008-05-16T14:40:51.464+01:00

um filme sem qualquer humanidade..um filme desumanizado e animalizado ate as mais fortes consequências..uma guerra..destruicao..dor..o sofrimento de um pai (também ele veterano de guerra)..e a perdição de um filho..dos seus amigos..do seu discernimento..da sua essência e carácter..um mundo destruído..uma juventude despedaçada por uma guerra injustificada..e podíamos também ser nos nesses sapatos

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-12410275633712444982008-05-06T22:24:00.002+01:002008-05-06T22:26:59.639+01:00

society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society society

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-4241625966334701542008-04-20T12:27:00.020+01:002009-05-07T12:33:54.151+01:00

hi..(hmhm..clearing a shaky voice)can I give you a word?there's this girl I know..(hmm..hmmm..and the voice keeps on running off, while the sweat in herhands commands her to continue)once she would like to take you out for dinner.. you would both talkabout random things of life.. what you're doing, what you'd like todo, what you would never do, what you like, favorite colors andmoods..and you

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-22630266270651812008-04-15T14:40:00.006+01:002008-05-16T14:33:46.764+01:00

pois foi..no outro dia tive uma revelacao..isto depois de ter recebido como uma especie de prenda uma danca do ventre..ah rosa, rosa..que te partiste tao cedo.. va-se la perceber.. eu nem nunca fui muito apreciadora do ventre.. quer dizer, daquele que danca.. que os outros e os pra mim familiares guardo com bastante carinho..mas nada disto tem a ver com isso..ou talvez ate tenha.. duma forma

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-30408680583109169382008-03-25T15:30:00.002Z2008-03-25T15:41:14.407Z

silenced tracks lingering on.. wasted times on vicious thoughts..roses given, hands taken.. a day in the middle of the mist..stories (dis)connected by some sort of “get away, come close to me”rationalizations and mindsets of non-commitment..today? a mark in the calendar..tomorrow? a forgotten state of needless change..and yesterday? what was there to remember?

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-21211657517912009892008-02-25T22:00:00.001Z2008-02-25T22:03:08.478Z

"Se depender de mim, nunca ficarei plenamente maduro nem nas ideias nem no estilo, mas sempre verde, incompleto, experimental".Gilberto Freyre"Tempo morto e outros tempos", anotação de 1926

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-20629890960824713792008-02-23T18:41:00.001Z2008-02-23T18:43:33.911Z

Mais um a ir ao ar..mais que não seja, deixemos a nossa opinião sobre a chamada "inovação" que vai decorrendo no nosso país.Negamo-nos uma identidade colectiva consistente, negamos também agora cultura, sítios e hábitos de anos.Por quê?INOVAÇÃO!!!Dizem eles...Petição online contra a demolição do mercado do bolhão:http://www.petitiononline.com/ptratt/petition.html

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-41676444160402601982008-02-23T18:36:00.000Z2008-02-23T18:37:36.293Z

"Cachucho não é coisa que me traga a mimMais novidade do que lagostimNariz que reconhece o cheiro do pilimDistingue bem o Mortimore do MeirimA produtividade, ora aí está, quer dizerHá tanto nesta terra que ainda está por fazerEntrar por aí a dentro, analisar, e entãoDo meu ‘attachi-case’ sai a solução!FMI Não há graça que não faça o FMIFMI O bombástico de plástico para siFMI Não há força que

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-89360437248185897962008-01-24T15:57:00.002Z2008-09-06T14:56:52.109+01:00

até à exaustão..até que a sanidade seja apunhalada..dança..até à loucura,que esta seja um profeta e não uma mensagem desperdiçada.dança..até ao dia em que a musica se exalte pelas vielas de quem nao a conheceu.dança..dança..dança..dança comigo, com ela, connosco..dança..e da um pulo no ar por cada movimento mais esquisso..dança..até que o bailado se torne num rodopio.dança..dança..dança..dança..e

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-22784957275554558482008-01-24T14:30:00.002Z2009-02-25T23:44:25.215Z

"im done with our twisted toxic thing"quase original, mas nao totalmente!"nunca nada me assentou tao bem na pele como o seu toque"esta sim, toca-me..."no one is perfect, boyfriends never are. they can be your arrow but they'll never be your star"... ja cantava a menina amarela numa sala de estar perdida numa esquina da cidade"o dia em que o sol parou"que seja o brilhante titulo de alguma obra

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-29646962400226136122007-11-09T14:22:00.000Z2007-11-09T14:29:15.610Z

Baumeister (or was it Jagermeister?!?) - the master of the self - has reached me, spoken to me and alerted me of how not taking care of my SELF will cause some serious damage in my years to come..well, not really true but still very close to what's happening..for now, my self will shut down..thank the stars for the enlightment..thank the orange tree for the advices..thank the purple frog for the

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-69331507157750128042007-11-02T15:09:00.000Z2007-11-02T15:13:32.142Z

hm..apercebi-me, ou pelo menos se me aparenta assim, que os ultimos, escassos e pequenos posts que aqui tenho colocado estão a fazer confusão às pessoas.. assumem elas que naão estou numa boa fase, que é pessimismo, que é tristeza ou insatisfação..pois bem.. só gostaria de afirmar que essa é uma crença errónea..e para dar espaço a mais algumas pequenas confusões, tenho a dizer:"Hoje estou cansada

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-89660524207664625072007-10-26T16:17:00.001+01:002007-10-26T16:17:58.663+01:00

I'm a control freak

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-52483432217872851462007-10-23T10:09:00.001+01:002007-10-23T10:09:37.502+01:00

porque os actos nao criam as palavras nem as palavras criam as accoes..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-15741861479790725662007-10-03T10:37:00.000+01:002007-10-03T10:38:57.888+01:00

a mulher omissa desaparecera.. um thriller cheio de garra, e muito divertimento num ecra perto de sim..esteja atento..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-33016403339413067442007-07-16T10:54:00.000+01:002007-07-16T11:02:08.385+01:00

«A mulher omissa olha-se ao espelho. Olha-se ao espelho e pensa que se pergunta. Mas nem da interrogação tem a certeza ou a mais pequena ideia. Vê-se em toda a sua beleza ou fealdade, de acordo com o humor e o estado do tempo, e sabe que procura qualquer coisa para se questionar. Poderia eventualmente ocorrer-lhe perguntar a si mesma se valeu a pena, se tudo valeu a pena, se alguma coisa valeu a

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-26935739600857286492007-07-10T09:58:00.001+01:002007-07-10T10:01:15.153+01:00

qualquer sentir para além deste..qualquer visita para lá das que não vêm..qualquer saudade para quem não sente..qualquer vontade por algo que não há..qualquer..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-51914674343613516622007-06-26T12:15:00.000+01:002007-06-26T12:20:24.679+01:00

I heard there was a secret chordThat david played and it pleased the lordBut you don't really care for music, do you Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifthThe minor fall and the major liftThe baffled king composing hallelujahHallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... Well your faith was strong but you needed proofYou saw her bathing on the roofHer beauty and the moonlight overthrew

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-85294539259160932262007-06-25T18:28:00.000+01:002007-06-25T18:32:17.956+01:00

Fantasmas sussurrantes deImagens e tempos que foramEnfeitados por ternuras, carinhos eMãos que se entrelaçaram.. Ao recordar, um sorriso..Rios de estórias e belos momentosImaginados em sintoniaE que sempre ficarão.

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-88899771100798354352007-06-21T13:49:00.000+01:002007-06-25T12:37:38.625+01:00

"life is not to remember but to experience".."and any memory is but an image created out of the fear to let go. The fear to be in the now. The fear to be free. Cause freedom is a state of continuous death, and therefore unknown.""pour your heart out, but don't give yourself away"by E. V.e outros tantos que poderia aqui incluir..incrível como determinadas pessoas olham por nós adentro e percebem

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-44108180041575094602007-06-17T16:47:00.000+01:002007-06-17T16:56:54.121+01:00

here I am standing at your window again waiting for you to say go away or come in I’m your locked door’s worst knocker I’m your curtain’s best friend I’m trying hard to love you – you don’t make it easy Babe I’m trying hard to love you – I’m looking for an easy way your friends ask about me you say I can be found with the cheap romance novels with their spines battered down oh the heart has no

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-75097637791817877822007-06-14T14:03:00.000+01:002007-06-15T03:07:27.747+01:00

partilhar para equilibrar..(num momento em que se travam conhecimentos outrora adiados e em que, apesar da falta de vontade, surge uma frase que cativa)

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-64292128943263022342007-06-11T12:33:00.000+01:002007-06-11T12:41:24.598+01:00

Há sol na ruaHá sol na ruaGosto do sol mas não gosto da ruaEntão fico em casaÀ espera que o mundo venhaCom as suas torres douradasE as suas cascatas brancasCom suas vozes de lágrimasE as canções das pessoas que são alegresOu são pagas para cantarE à noite chega um momentoEm que a rua se transforma noutra coisaE desaparece sob a plumagemDa noite cheia de talvezE dos sonhos dos que estão

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-49473701273432254392007-06-09T12:29:00.000+01:002007-06-09T12:32:46.657+01:00

os desejos acabaram-se..o sorriso esteve curto mas voltou no seu todo..as borboletas cessaram..e a calma renasceu..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-25755379221092291922007-05-29T12:44:00.000+01:002007-05-29T12:45:18.003+01:00

stop being a blue moon and to be able to run like the stars..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-72095697602942376232007-05-29T12:16:00.000+01:002007-05-29T12:25:58.062+01:00

trying destinies for us.. delays in times and existences.. astounding realities and malice in those eyes.. drops of poison going down, with the flow and gentle steps walking by.. around, once again, the little sailors have been forgotten.. no one else in the horizon and no stars shining above..'cause after all.. you disappeared before you even showed up..and no regrets or sorrows of what we could

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-5721827239413473062007-05-21T12:11:00.001+01:002007-05-21T12:12:42.323+01:00

..que se reinvente um novo modelo em que o encantamento, a leveza e a alegria de viver se conjunguem quase perfeitamente com a intimidade, a vontade, a cumplicidade..livremente..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-50447238393850157262007-05-21T12:01:00.000+01:002007-05-21T12:10:39.166+01:00

"Primeiro não estou bem, mas não estava só a pensar em mim. Pensei que as pessoas estão cada vez menos disponíveis para os outros e que virá um dia em que não vamos falar com ninguém. (...) Ao menos antigamente pensava-se na intimidade das pessoas."(...)"Sabes, Teresa, eu, para te dizer com franqueza, estou na maior aceitação. Acho que a Inês tem as suas razões mas estou preocupado é comigo.

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-80450821870599112872007-05-16T18:58:00.000+01:002007-05-16T18:59:42.794+01:00

elas rockam.. se tivessem visto o concerto em Barcelona perceberiam..assim?! fica o registo da melhor banda de hardbailaricore a rodar em Portugal e arredores..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-74383381603262832692007-05-16T12:40:00.003+01:002007-05-16T12:40:58.404+01:00

que a vontade se una com a acçao e eu seja mais solta..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-23766876460566201142007-05-16T12:40:00.001+01:002007-05-16T12:40:26.149+01:00

..não são mais que artefactos dispostos a desacatos..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-46455335911208154472007-05-16T12:35:00.000+01:002007-05-16T12:40:01.760+01:00

ontem pela primeira vez senti-me tremendamente mal com o voluntariado da WoW.. senti-me como o vendedor de elixir milagroso que condiciona a vida de alguem.. senti-me como aqueles promotores que nos ligam a dizer que ganhamos um premio.. se comprarmos algo em troca, obviamente..e pensei em desistir..nao quero vender pomada jiboia a ninguem..nao quero publicitar a venda de algo por algo..nao quero!

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-6020795265339583172007-05-15T12:53:00.001+01:002007-05-15T12:53:52.032+01:00

que os verdes anos se repitam.. over and over again..

luazulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16258832833610526898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113761.post-62972127511113260282007-05-09T18:01:00.000+01:002007-05-09T18:04:42.643+01:00

..to wake up and still feel asleep..

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