tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303982592011-04-22T04:31:34.928+01:00Porque parar é essencial...himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1155432154021665192006-08-13T02:20:00.000+01:002006-08-13T02:22:34.023+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/1600/B2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/320/B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Stop. Hora de terminar com as lições. Engatar a primeira e amar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115543215402166519?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1155432039189111722006-08-13T02:15:00.000+01:002006-08-13T02:20:39.203+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/1600/D4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/320/D4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Circulo, obrigatoriamente, em torno de ti. Obrigatoriamente, porque o coração não permite outra coisa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115543203918911172?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1155151603522768722006-08-09T20:24:00.000+01:002006-08-09T20:27:04.250+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/1600/C14a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/320/C14a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Proibido ultrapassar. Teremos que ir lado a lado. Sempre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115515160352276872?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1155151449678130562006-08-09T20:19:00.000+01:002006-08-09T20:24:09.690+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/1600/D10.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/320/D10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Luzes. Circularemos em condições de pior luminosidade. Aí, teremos que ser a luz um do outro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115515144967813056?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1155070324064850752006-08-08T21:39:00.000+01:002006-08-08T21:52:04.083+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/1600/H26.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/320/H26.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Saída de emergência. Quero ser a tua em tudo. Quero, da mesma forma, poder contar contigo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115507032406485075?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1155069265382120222006-08-08T21:31:00.000+01:002006-08-08T21:34:25.383+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/1600/A12.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/320/A12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Ventos laterais. Inevitáveis. Vamos senti-los, certamente. Volante firme, não exagerar na velocidade... serão sempre passageiros.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115506926538212022?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1155068924238966262006-08-08T21:24:00.000+01:002006-08-08T21:30:54.443+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/1600/B5.9.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/320/B5.9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Cedências. Estou pronto para fazer as minhas. Estares disposta ao mesmo facilitava tudo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115506892423896626?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1154989573914483712006-08-07T23:17:00.000+01:002006-08-07T23:26:13.926+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/1600/C12.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/62/3260/320/C12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Proibido voltar atrás. Faz o favor de explicar bem isto ao teu coração.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115498957391448371?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1153093382250547332006-07-17T00:39:00.000+01:002006-07-17T00:43:02.266+01:00Será que vão detectar a minha dependência? De ti?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115309338225054733?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1153066956364350362006-07-16T17:21:00.000+01:002006-07-16T17:22:36.373+01:00<center><iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Jeff Buckley - 09 - If You Knew (Live @ Sin-e).mp3&url=http://himself.castpost.com/" width="250" height="40" frameborder="0" scrolling=No></iframe><br>Powered by <a href='http://www.castpost.com'>Castpost</a></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115306695636435036?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1152607642431546192006-07-11T09:27:00.000+01:002006-07-11T09:47:22.440+01:00O futebol de praia é esgotante. A areia redobra o esforço, obriga-nos a um cansaço maior. A bola nem sempre mantém as trajectórias, surpreendendo-nos a qualquer momento. O calor debaixo do qual é jogado é mais uma das dificuldades com que somos brindados. No entanto, bem jogado, é uma coisa bonita de se ver. E de jogar, também. Terminar uma jogada bonita no meio de todas as adversidades faz esquecê-las por completo.<br />Bola sem tocar no chão, trocada de primeira, até se aconchegar no fundo das redes. Nesse momento a areia não pesa e o calor nem se sente. Explosão de sorrisos.<br /><br />Joga comigo. Joga bonito. Apesar de.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115260764243154619?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1152320091699563672006-07-08T01:54:00.000+01:002006-07-08T01:54:51.706+01:00... não mais quero ficar sóbrio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115232009169956367?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1152263640579140092006-07-07T10:12:00.000+01:002006-07-07T10:14:00.586+01:00Teste - 0.15<br /><br />Felizmente, fizeram o teste ao nível do álcool. De ti, estava embriagado. Estou, ainda.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115226364057914009?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1152031430776567752006-07-04T17:43:00.000+01:002006-07-04T17:46:40.320+01:00<center><iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Joshua Radin - Do You Wanna.mp3&url=http://himself.castpost.com/" width="250" height="40" frameborder="0" scrolling=No></iframe><br>Powered by <a href='http://www.castpost.com'>Castpost</a></center><br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">No one believes you smile alone</span>"<br /><br />Acreditar, acredito... mas é quase criminoso que assim seja.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115203143077656775?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151927922696282252006-07-03T12:53:00.000+01:002006-07-03T12:58:42.703+01:00No ringue, não havia ninguém mais duro. Combinações, <span style="font-style:italic;">uppercuts</span>, ganchos, jogo de pés... dominava todas as técnicas do pugilismo com mestria. Poucos eram os que lhe resistiam a mais de três assaltos.<br />Quando a viu pela primeira vez, baixou a guarda e atirou a toalha ao chão. Rendeu-se.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115192792269628225?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151883892720628782006-07-03T00:26:00.000+01:002006-07-03T00:44:52.726+01:00Tinha-a no coração. Ela sentia-se segura, mas ele queria segurá-la melhor. Queria tê-la na mão. Quando isso aconteceu, perdê-la foi um instante.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115188389272062878?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151799189079696712006-07-02T01:09:00.000+01:002006-07-02T11:46:03.400+01:00O amanhã começará com as incertezas que hoje não forem resolvidas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115179918907969671?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151690342255417302006-07-01T11:47:00.000+01:002006-07-01T11:51:08.450+01:00Mesmo sabendo-a <i>offline</i>, não resisto a espreitar insistentemente a janela de conversação.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115169034225541730?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151689894786735102006-06-30T18:48:00.000+01:002006-06-30T18:53:39.586+01:00<center><iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=%7BMartha%20Wainwright%7D%20%5B01%5D%20-%20Far%20Away.mp3&amp;url=http://himself.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" height="40" scrolling="no" width="250"></iframe><br />Powered by <a href="http://www.castpost.com">Castpost</a><br /></center><br /><br />"<i>I know that we've never met before<br />But that was then, and now I need you more...</i>"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115168989478673510?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151671869743732362006-06-30T13:38:00.000+01:002006-06-30T13:51:09.760+01:00Estranho Amor faz parte dos meus primeiros vizinhos. Stop.<br />Porque o Amor é tema obrigatório neste BlogStop.Stop.<br />Também porque nunca li melhor definição do Amor.Stop.<br />Estranho.Stop.<br />Há Amor que não o seja?Stop.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115167186974373236?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151659774828416092006-06-30T10:27:00.000+01:002006-06-30T10:29:34.836+01:00<a href="http://www.grapheine.com/classiktv/">Torna-te num Manoel de Oliveira em 30 segundos.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115165977482841609?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151586092714690182006-06-29T13:57:00.000+01:002006-06-29T14:01:32.723+01:00Estou no messenger, estou no Hi5, estou no Orkut e no Wayn. Agora também estou no blogger. Tenho amigos que dizem não me ver há imenso tempo. Pudera. Não tenho o dom da ubiquidade.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115158609271469018?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151553728335595382006-06-29T04:59:00.000+01:002006-06-29T05:14:43.546+01:00Quando se muda de casa, importa sempre saber se a vizinhança é boa. Neste caso, não se trata de uma mudança de casa, mas sim da criação de uma. E a vizinhança não pode ser melhor, uma vez que é escolhida por mim próprio. Estão ali ao lado, os primeiros ilustres vizinhos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115155372833559538?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398259.post-1151513200943225472006-06-28T17:44:00.000+01:002006-06-28T17:46:40.953+01:00... um blog de paragem obrigatória. Para mim. Os restantes, tenham à-vontade para entrar sem parar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30398259-115151320094322547?l=blog--stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>himselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670369088156030828noreply@blogger.com0