tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374875962011-06-07T00:51:10.614+01:00Onde caberá um mundo inteiro neste mundo pequenino? Como é que se consegue? Como é que se faz?Faneca [de má raça]http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095974267225880811noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-85992353653425886182008-09-03T13:30:00.001+01:002008-09-03T13:34:02.064+01:00"This is our last goodbye<br />I hate to feel the love between us die.<br />But it's over<br />Just hear this and then I'll go:<br />You gave me more to live for,<br />More than you'll ever know.<br /><br />Well, this is our last embrace,<br />Must I dream and always see your face?<br />Why can't we overcome this wall?<br />Baby, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all.<br /><br />Kiss me, please kiss me,<br />But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation.<br />Oh, you know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time<br />I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.<br /><br />Did you say, "No, this can't happen to me"?<br />And did you rush to the phone to call?<br />Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,<br />"Maybe, you didn't know him at all,<br />you didn't know him at all,<br />oh, you didn't know"?<br /><br />Well, the bells out in the church tower chime,<br />Burning clues into this heart of mine.<br />Thinking so hard on her soft eyes, and the memories<br />Offer signs that it's over, it's over."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-8599235365342588618?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Velashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938353440381603270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-24348528375371039572007-05-28T14:08:00.000+01:002007-05-28T14:14:19.506+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bimQMTbM2Fk/RlrUv8iaM9I/AAAAAAAAABA/S70rUMnmj0o/s1600-h/DSCN0064%25252B(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069598250728305618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bimQMTbM2Fk/RlrUv8iaM9I/AAAAAAAAABA/S70rUMnmj0o/s320/DSCN0064%25252B(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Everyday<br />Dream Girl<br />Crash Into Me<br />Hunger For The Great Light<br />Louisiana Bayou<br />When The World Ends<br />Grey Street<br />The Idea Of You<br />So Much To Say<br />Anyone Seen The Bridge<br />Too Much<br />Sister<br />Lie In Our Graves<br />#41<br />American Baby Intro<br />Two Step<br />Ants Marching<br /><br />**encore 1**<br /><br />Gravedigger<br />Jimi Thing<br />Stay (Wasting Time)<br /><br />**encore2**<br /><br />Don’t Drink the Water<br />Pantala Naga Pampa<br />Rapunzel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-2434852837537103957?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Velashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938353440381603270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1170066019889575332007-01-29T10:17:00.000Z2007-01-29T10:20:19.896ZAqui vai um sonzinho com "boa onda"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9qac8bRI2M"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9qac8bRI2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Um senhor... eheh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-117006601988957533?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Velashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938353440381603270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1166724749263746522006-12-21T18:10:00.000Z2006-12-21T18:12:29.270Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6257/868/1600/836946/postal_pessoal.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6257/868/400/854837/postal_pessoal.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116672474926374652?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Faneca [de má raça]http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095974267225880811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1165770970518412142006-12-10T17:01:00.000Z2006-12-11T14:50:48.286Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6257/868/1600/944367/flor_person2_95.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6257/868/320/119033/flor_person2_95.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estou pelos cabelos!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estou exausta desta Floromania. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Completamente exasperada!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ainda ontem andava eu a vaguear pelas minhas compras de época e esta senhora perseguia-me. Ela eram toalhas turcas floribela, guardanapos floribela, bonbons floribela, chocolate floribela, papel higiénico floribela, bolachas, esfregonas, roupas, ganchos, malas... enfim eu não me podia virar para lado algum sem ser bombardeada com isto... até me deu a dor de cabeça... juro...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eis senão quando, chego a casa e abro uma revista de telemóveis, que recolhi no meio das compras e deparo-me com a meiazinha para colocar o telemóvel floribela... por favor... acho que já chega de merchandising... </span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116577097051841214?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Faneca [de má raça]http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095974267225880811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1164898725833669952006-11-30T14:54:00.000Z2006-11-30T14:58:45.840Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6257/868/1600/251571/caes.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6257/868/320/532709/caes.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">« <span style="color:#ff6600;">Quando estiveres metido em sarilhos, não digas nada e tenta passar despercebido!</span>»</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116489872583366995?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Faneca [de má raça]http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095974267225880811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1164796536996379452006-11-29T10:26:00.000Z2006-11-29T10:35:37.003Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6257/868/1600/402720/Importar_1_67.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6257/868/320/161488/Importar_1_67.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>right?<br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116479653699637945?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Faneca [de má raça]http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095974267225880811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1164295756261941532006-11-23T15:25:00.000Z2006-11-23T15:29:16.266Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7237/2296/1600/286318/katzen.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7237/2296/400/891330/katzen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;">Mostrem-se... ;)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116429575626194153?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Velashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938353440381603270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1164231795790578182006-11-22T21:40:00.000Z2006-11-22T21:43:15.793Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/868/1600/113285942110oscoracoestambemsegastamcapasite.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/868/320/113285942110oscoracoestambemsegastamcapasite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Parece que sim, Pedrinho...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">O meu coraçãozito nem sei se anda gasto, se cansado... sei que já não bate bem da mesma maneira. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Andam a sugar-me energia</span> e todas as coisas boas... todos querem coisas boas para si... eu vou sugar a energia de quem?</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116423179579057818?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Faneca [de má raça]http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095974267225880811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1164053277712244312006-11-20T20:00:00.000Z2006-11-20T20:07:57.720ZAí está a invenção do século XXI, akilo pelo qual todos nós esperávamos desde sempre.<br /><br />ACABOU-SE A SECURA EM CASA!!! =)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7237/2296/1600/x2.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7237/2296/320/x2.png" border="0" /></a><br />Está aí a maquina de imperial para o seu lar :) Quantas vezes não fez falta lá em casa uma destas??<br />Estudantes...<br /><br />A SB lançou esta máquina caseira e já se encontra à venda em certos estabelecimentos pela módica quantia de 197€. Leva um barril de 5 Litros quer por sua vez custa apenas 12€!<br />E agora sim vou dizer-vos sedentos, onde comprar este fabuloso artefacto...<br /><br />Não digo... vão aqui:<br /><br /><a href="javascript:ol(">http://www.superbock.pt/xpress/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116405327771224431?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Velashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938353440381603270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1163693497129205712006-11-16T16:05:00.000Z2006-11-16T16:11:37.136Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7237/2296/1600/RM02850_box.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7237/2296/320/RM02850_box.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />É verdade, eu antes gozava co pessoal que fazia directas a jogar isto, que esquecia escola, namoradas, familia e tudo pa jogar isto...<br /><br />Mas este ano experimentei jogar e fikei logo agarrado, é alto vicio mesmo...<br /><br />Mas eu tento nao eskecer a escola e namorada e tudo!<br /><br />A minha sorte é que o meu PC borra-se todo pa correr o jogo e eu farto-me de esperar e cago no jogo muitas vezes...<br /><br />Mas o meu colega de casa, passa dias seguidos a jogar akilo, a namorada dele já foi pa freira e tudo!! BAH!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116369349712920571?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Velashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938353440381603270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1163527630645941342006-11-14T18:00:00.000Z2006-11-14T18:07:10.660Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/868/1600/cara.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6257/868/320/cara.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Eu tinha um monte de posts para aqui pôr. Mas parece que a censura ainda não acabou por estes lados, pois o meu companheiro de blog avisou-me para não encher isso de coisas sobre pílulas contraceptivas e pensos higiénicos.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong><blockquote><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Por causa disso lanço<br />aqui o meu alerta: Estou a ser censurada! Batam-lhe!</strong></span></p></blockquote></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116352763064594134?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Faneca [de má raça]http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095974267225880811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37487596.post-1163191587681544672006-11-10T20:42:00.000Z2006-11-11T11:44:41.560Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ora cá está uma experiência feita em conjunto...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Surgiu do<span style="color:#006600;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">nada</span></span> ou de <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#009900;">tudo</span>...</span> uma conversa aqui... uma outra acolá... </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">É a primeira vez que escrevo em conjunto... que partilho um espaço...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Mas não vamos ser egoístas.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Passemos às apresentações:</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Ela:</span></strong> Bolacha de Aveia</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Ele:</span> </strong>Pancrásio Juvenal</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Que comece a aventura!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37487596-116319158768154467?l=lavinius.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Faneca [de má raça]http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095974267225880811noreply@blogger.com2