tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306500442024-03-14T07:24:12.424+00:00Tigre das NectarinasO Blogpsot Apresenta....Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-69576191463587486962009-12-15T17:53:00.000+00:002009-12-15T17:53:20.515+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1b1IFxUJHjDlsiRLI9xcj1LkE6w2lAMVf4-tPHjXOuqPAfH5cOMg4_KH6bNCoOI2VE6jA6bTVH9LGr28ULt9wtgaBYw6yKX-pMsRD3vtLSEty3EoWjGwUIAPeL1CUOdkfYbl7/s1600-h/coviris.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1b1IFxUJHjDlsiRLI9xcj1LkE6w2lAMVf4-tPHjXOuqPAfH5cOMg4_KH6bNCoOI2VE6jA6bTVH9LGr28ULt9wtgaBYw6yKX-pMsRD3vtLSEty3EoWjGwUIAPeL1CUOdkfYbl7/s200/coviris.bmp" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">esticar as riscas...<br />
</div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-38170489656975355822009-09-26T13:44:00.002+01:002009-09-26T13:44:50.607+01:00<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #990000;">Não há nectarinas no outono?!!!!!</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #990000;">Então serei parte felina, parte fruto.</span><br />
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</div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-62331277153570183012009-09-26T13:39:00.001+01:002009-09-26T13:40:30.425+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyXIZrpN1D0FChyphenhyphenXk7YF_ZyiAtX0P-YBrLvGRrs9Fl3xXIAJkViBB9v4lXqP325jWfLos7ArTLfXZfCvuAS8Kha6YUBDgg_jBPdjPIetgPFOIB6WIbjDRE9ruNGhz80XMx8J5/s1600-h/Nieman-tiger-713696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyXIZrpN1D0FChyphenhyphenXk7YF_ZyiAtX0P-YBrLvGRrs9Fl3xXIAJkViBB9v4lXqP325jWfLos7ArTLfXZfCvuAS8Kha6YUBDgg_jBPdjPIetgPFOIB6WIbjDRE9ruNGhz80XMx8J5/s320/Nieman-tiger-713696.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Tenho-me salpicada de fresco.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">Escorrem-me cores pela pele e pelos bigodes...</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">O vento arrepia-me...húmida.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #073763;">O sol já se escondeu atrás das minhas riscas.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #073763;">E agora dou à luz a minha alma.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">Até à anunciada estrela alva,</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">Fico-me quieta e no fio do medo.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">E depois de nascer?</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">Estico-me e faço-me terra,</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;">Para conceber o resto do mundo.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #073763;">Tigre.</span><br />
</div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-41092440424098678982009-09-08T17:10:00.002+01:002009-09-08T17:13:39.234+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_YohDN7ZWJ5ICNoMi8E8nG7OgNpRIKxGWc-fiWkpYa_iVZiqoCE9CsFbjMpQxfvSuJG9PyEopapmC0RCqb6zu6sdwLH9YPzZ9ztKZSWGWS5w9BcmLfbzlqRdMXYPICxasGEi/s1600-h/iStockCatClaws849x565.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_YohDN7ZWJ5ICNoMi8E8nG7OgNpRIKxGWc-fiWkpYa_iVZiqoCE9CsFbjMpQxfvSuJG9PyEopapmC0RCqb6zu6sdwLH9YPzZ9ztKZSWGWS5w9BcmLfbzlqRdMXYPICxasGEi/s320/iStockCatClaws849x565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379129899083778130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nas últimas brisas de sol, o dia espreguiça-se.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu estico-me e deixo as garras ao vento.</div><div style="text-align: center;">O tempo da vida de gata está-se a ir embora.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mas eu fecho os olhos e ronrono até ouvir a campainha*</div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-44081371762435391462009-09-06T21:48:00.001+01:002009-09-06T22:39:57.865+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwB7JZpsvTD8WvEAfyEG4HGUV2_3JYgVj3WnnQ1jmCezofzJ1PdKWzSqX5j5sR9ZbAwnfutMj6KCdlEQTzSiMtWegBWn0vk6mWgU-qVH9dnByKwx5lpGXRdji4nC6XM_2qmqcB/s1600-h/caos.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwB7JZpsvTD8WvEAfyEG4HGUV2_3JYgVj3WnnQ1jmCezofzJ1PdKWzSqX5j5sR9ZbAwnfutMj6KCdlEQTzSiMtWegBWn0vk6mWgU-qVH9dnByKwx5lpGXRdji4nC6XM_2qmqcB/s320/caos.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378472208269482738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Take the world in a love embrace</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">Fire all of your guns at once</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And explode into sp</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ace"</span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-26195115630166716682009-08-27T18:48:00.006+01:002009-08-27T18:56:37.932+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8x6hvBWNLRTGCLyIzAwfzvsJBG7wdM5R-C8L6YpO6b1ggAiCvSTbHZfmt0WLjVCh4u5Vlcm2JKPEsWunsXsxpERQ_fSYp_B0OZqnH9ABiNWhWGjI0MmpvqoGB1LmVs7Npd710/s1600-h/nectarina2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8x6hvBWNLRTGCLyIzAwfzvsJBG7wdM5R-C8L6YpO6b1ggAiCvSTbHZfmt0WLjVCh4u5Vlcm2JKPEsWunsXsxpERQ_fSYp_B0OZqnH9ABiNWhWGjI0MmpvqoGB1LmVs7Npd710/s320/nectarina2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374703636198177010" /></a><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB; mso-fareast-language:PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";color:black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB; mso-fareast-language:PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">TIGER, tiger, burning bright</span></span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" font-family:Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-fareast-language: PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB; mso-fareast-language:PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">In the forests of the night,</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">What immortal hand or eye</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Could frame thy fearful symmetry?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">In what distant deeps or skies</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Burnt the fire of thine eyes?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">On what wings dare he aspire?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">What the hand dare seize the fire?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">And what shoulder and what art</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Could twist the sinews of thy heart?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">And when thy heart began to beat,</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">What dread hand and what dread feet?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">What the hammer? what the chain?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">In what furnace was thy brain?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">What the anvil? What dread grasp</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Dare its deadly terrors clasp?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">When the stars threw down their spears,</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">And water'd heaven with their tears,</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Did He smile His work to see?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Did He who made the lamb make thee?</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Tiger, tiger, burning bright</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">In the forests of the night,</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">What immortal hand or eye</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?</span></span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">William Blake</span></span></span></div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-21500288017817186152008-02-02T17:41:00.000+00:002008-12-11T14:39:40.572+00:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEEBKgAAzgzcoJL86hSJtPXaBjKyg6HVJq-A_MUkzmmkW4QQUg7aSlstx3iokcWPY1Yocyw79MXjxMbeKkt1ctZDymNMn5HYVaKNNmTXhvdMvJ6b28fDWIc_6VA7EmKzxuWfA/s1600-h/p_cereja.encarnado"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162439915829014354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEEBKgAAzgzcoJL86hSJtPXaBjKyg6HVJq-A_MUkzmmkW4QQUg7aSlstx3iokcWPY1Yocyw79MXjxMbeKkt1ctZDymNMn5HYVaKNNmTXhvdMvJ6b28fDWIc_6VA7EmKzxuWfA/s400/p_cereja.encarnado" border="0" /></a> Os beijos são como as cerejas...</div><div align="center">A confiança, como a doce framboesa no verão...</div><div align="center">O sonho, como a papoila no opaco inverno...</div><div align="center">Mas os beijos...</div><div align="center">Os beijos são como as cerejas*<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-81341053958327560042007-12-02T01:09:00.000+00:002007-12-02T01:19:16.851+00:00Foi fácil acreditar que as minhas vidas e mundos eram pequenos e sem importância real..era tão mais fácil errar... Agora, consciente do meu território e dos meus desenganos, sou mais real na minha vergonha... mas assim...vejo me mais de perto, sem pudores ou subterfúgios que não me pertencem, vejo-me mais nua, e mais bela do que quando falava de um bem e harmonia que não sentia... é tão mais fácil... dizer adeus para sempre, do que benvindo outra vez...pela última vez...desta vez... é tão mais fácil.... ser eu a fingir... fingindo insónias, faltas e memórias... ou me sou como sou, feia em actos e bonita em intenções... deixar-me.... é tão mais fácil dormir*Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-86159299426946275272007-09-10T15:01:00.000+01:002007-09-10T15:05:31.892+01:00Hallelujah LyricsArtist(Band):Jeff Buckley<br /><br />Well I heard there was a secret chord<br />That David played, and it pleased the Lord<br />But you don't really care for music, do ya?<br />Well it goes like this<br />The fourth, the fifth<br />The minor fall and the major lift<br />The baffled king composing Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br /><br />Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof<br />You saw her bathing on the roof<br />Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you<br />she tied you to her kitchen chair<br />And she broke your throne and she cut your hair<br />And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br /> Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br /><br />Well baby I've been here before<br />I’ve seen this room and I've walked this floor<br />I used to live alone before I knew ya<br />I've seen your flag on the marble arch<br />Love is not a victory march<br />It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br /><br />Well there was a time when you let me know<br />What's really going on below<br />But now you never show that to me do you?<br />And remember when I moved in you?<br />And the holy dove was moving too<br />And every breath we drew was Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br /><br />Well maybe there's a God above<br />But all I've ever learned from love<br />Was how to shoot somebody who'd OUT DREW YA<br />And it's not a cry that you hear at night<br />It's not somebody who's seen the light<br />It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br /><br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah<br />Hallelujah <<(held for a long time)<br />HallelujahMary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-7786767767564119492007-07-17T23:36:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:41.793+00:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GjCH9w7uIAIAYS_2kTQsppCbxUA2k983mtoYn19yNxrsxxwR9wj69hzdqn4S7BKh834rJLkXxNSvEIqcWgo2OmA79zq9joxuqb5foBg34kFHHNUzASkddlFytY_BO-FBKgzI/s1600-h/Luz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088298557330819250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GjCH9w7uIAIAYS_2kTQsppCbxUA2k983mtoYn19yNxrsxxwR9wj69hzdqn4S7BKh834rJLkXxNSvEIqcWgo2OmA79zq9joxuqb5foBg34kFHHNUzASkddlFytY_BO-FBKgzI/s400/Luz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />...Luz...<br />é mais antiga que eu<br />é mais constante que eu<br />é a mais constante em mim<br /></div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-73270150022495171982007-07-16T21:58:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:42.069+00:00<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxuX5RqM327nGYe-wS3ScgYfokl6mqjLt18x9RAtId0jrDxJBvGqq5OExucbkwh8752FXJLkjQnY0gQfKz-E9I87pqCfSu7bRE9gLCNTSEFSoeQ6HusVNyEjrrdL6wDPc6oP7K/s1600-h/Bolo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087902153324234898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxuX5RqM327nGYe-wS3ScgYfokl6mqjLt18x9RAtId0jrDxJBvGqq5OExucbkwh8752FXJLkjQnY0gQfKz-E9I87pqCfSu7bRE9gLCNTSEFSoeQ6HusVNyEjrrdL6wDPc6oP7K/s320/Bolo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gosto... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...que me digam que sou parecida com a minha mãe</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...de apanhar folhas de carvalho caídas</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...do cheiro da mata depois de uma chuvada</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...do vento</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...de pedras em forma de coração</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...de cheirar alecrim</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...de comer bolo ainda quente</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...de bebés a rirem se para mim</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...de gatos a dormir no meu colo</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...de abraçar as pesoas com amor*</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-75076024519103351562007-07-09T20:38:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:42.256+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vGS-G0Xmf2EPZT2hppUbKucUdANnFjRZUkIP0hR9wM7uaXyU3obeo_8BhF69yDPM2WH_QTHtzfTY0AHZGi_tEtx164H5LCZEC2Ph2c9yBPKWXvn4kwG-CHcqgiPS0XHSRhku/s1600-h/Her_Black_Wings_by_melissasigalovskaya%20(476%20x%20550).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085307173719339026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vGS-G0Xmf2EPZT2hppUbKucUdANnFjRZUkIP0hR9wM7uaXyU3obeo_8BhF69yDPM2WH_QTHtzfTY0AHZGi_tEtx164H5LCZEC2Ph2c9yBPKWXvn4kwG-CHcqgiPS0XHSRhku/s400/Her_Black_Wings_by_melissasigalovskaya%2520(476%2520x%2520550).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Tempo de luto anjo meu....</div><br /><div>bombeio o sangue que ja foi nosso...meu...</div><br /><div>Não se esquece o que nos é dado a aprender..</div><br /><div>Não quando há luz....mimo....carinho...um abraço...</div><br /><div>E o ombro....quente....</div><br /><div>Voa...</div><br /><div>Tens asas...</div><br /><div>Parte de mim...</div><br /><div>Encontra te a ti...</div><br /><div>Sê uno...</div><br /><div>Do princípio...ao fim*</div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-57520111371582690102007-07-02T23:00:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:42.525+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxBXZiaBDsQO_1S27d-CAO2YIhEveLtdMIvAA39qC3fZ-njrWs_xlEvE4auUWH3s5s-zfYN8lxxrz98t846mqizRwH6CYt6cKhRULSg4d7R8ADsX5WhxF590vYqZe_OfBjSVu/s1600-h/noche%20en%20sombras%20800x600.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085311679140032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxBXZiaBDsQO_1S27d-CAO2YIhEveLtdMIvAA39qC3fZ-njrWs_xlEvE4auUWH3s5s-zfYN8lxxrz98t846mqizRwH6CYt6cKhRULSg4d7R8ADsX5WhxF590vYqZe_OfBjSVu/s320/noche%2520en%2520sombras%2520800x600.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Fui eu que despejei estas (tantas) sombras no meu jardim...<br />Desculpa... Desculpem... Desculpo me... sem sucesso...</div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-31423505250174869242007-06-23T00:45:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:43.109+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UXwTy0FGgediqtwuc0aG8LCdFPd0El5u6CRasojn90wRY2hUK_cf7eG6LSQJL0Ap5jku-9CBVrdAvlwQSjiT9py3aWdQ1kvZG7rcdkwaMXEG6IrEna0H7wvTvA-Lmids9PtE/s1600-h/pequeno.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079044517673479138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UXwTy0FGgediqtwuc0aG8LCdFPd0El5u6CRasojn90wRY2hUK_cf7eG6LSQJL0Ap5jku-9CBVrdAvlwQSjiT9py3aWdQ1kvZG7rcdkwaMXEG6IrEna0H7wvTvA-Lmids9PtE/s400/pequeno.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">....dou te um presente....</div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-27351599670224755962007-06-13T22:59:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:43.410+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9_m6n-iCKRm5D2bzQZGi_cwaZczMaSMnnGNB_8oodRc8IwNLA8xCi7fDOiNw1pAnec4hWYYpYtMX9SclBRSvCvaau9-Fv5C-ZHAZpIYUJ0s4mJHRYBfMHIz5PliYpWQLpRkT/s1600-h/star.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075672087877823442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9_m6n-iCKRm5D2bzQZGi_cwaZczMaSMnnGNB_8oodRc8IwNLA8xCi7fDOiNw1pAnec4hWYYpYtMX9SclBRSvCvaau9-Fv5C-ZHAZpIYUJ0s4mJHRYBfMHIz5PliYpWQLpRkT/s400/star.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">*A ti que és a minha estrelinha e mana..LW*</p>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-37475643127706712132007-06-13T19:49:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:43.599+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6cQImyvtO1TBwQ3cc6zh1Pqqj65v9w0FY1e6_lb_uHRsb30DUh0SG6pYXQ2-kuVG-DLhw7YTm9hlkhy8Lyp_7c5jx0f3awo6ONoJIufV7_BnKFPcdBgcjD1w4mYKy6IvTADa/s1600-h/the_oaks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075623898344762258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6cQImyvtO1TBwQ3cc6zh1Pqqj65v9w0FY1e6_lb_uHRsb30DUh0SG6pYXQ2-kuVG-DLhw7YTm9hlkhy8Lyp_7c5jx0f3awo6ONoJIufV7_BnKFPcdBgcjD1w4mYKy6IvTADa/s400/the_oaks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">*Há sempre mato à vossa espera para espalhar Magia*</p><p align="center">by: </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">*<span style="font-family:verdana;">Gang Rosa</span>*</span></p><p align="center">&</p><span style="color:#9999ff;"><p align="center">*fardinhas froxas da ginja dos castelos*</p></span><p align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;"></p></span>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-51042880364436452152007-06-02T02:26:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:43.701+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGax1L6-nLRwbPl90xQhe_p-B_EHa8Q-YZIvKblXEYquN8moQR3E5MxRV8nPlawSRLCyjV2e3i6faiMP_rlQdlFD3Vr6-DQ0kllJqb1ovIyO1A7hyopEYYlxkgVRmlOK3eTh8/s1600-h/fantasy_27867.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071272348901743490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGax1L6-nLRwbPl90xQhe_p-B_EHa8Q-YZIvKblXEYquN8moQR3E5MxRV8nPlawSRLCyjV2e3i6faiMP_rlQdlFD3Vr6-DQ0kllJqb1ovIyO1A7hyopEYYlxkgVRmlOK3eTh8/s400/fantasy_27867.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...há muito muito tempo, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">selei o meu destino com as minhas asas...</span></div><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Quis ser garras e ter uma toca...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Mas já era demasiado grande para caber em outro sítio que não o céu...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Tentei...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Perdi o vento...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Até que ele me levou...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Por fim...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Agora, o infinito é meu,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">E o resto também...</span></p><div align="center"><br /></div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-67843760622575513572007-04-26T18:38:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:44.039+00:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJSYP8V-gS_xDEkIScVeFANcBnzvIdDBEeqL_DikV_ZjxAJCvUcGiY42riak2yPR_SaesP6xKNHmlKcCxyHbrDVY-ZVnnQK_d4rNUz8SK7K1HDIf4g3HfNskDtMxwE2bDqpZp/s1600-h/Toni_amencer%20na%20praia%20de%20Ares_ARES_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057794441876447762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJSYP8V-gS_xDEkIScVeFANcBnzvIdDBEeqL_DikV_ZjxAJCvUcGiY42riak2yPR_SaesP6xKNHmlKcCxyHbrDVY-ZVnnQK_d4rNUz8SK7K1HDIf4g3HfNskDtMxwE2bDqpZp/s400/Toni_amencer%2520na%2520praia%2520de%2520Ares_ARES_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#330000;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no tempo das ondas, no tempo das praias... no tempo do fui... eu era uma, eu tinha um vestido branco... eu era mais nova... </span></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hoje, há feridas.. nao as conheço, vêem com a lua nova, na subida da maré... nas noites sózinha... sentes-te meu? vês-me tua? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">que distância existe?... a minha vida gira com as estações... e tu tens medo... de mim? do frio?... de um barco que ja atracou no meu porto e zarpou... pressentes fantasmas... eu pressinto o que te ensombra... </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">enquanto o ano não muda, cresce comigo... enquanto o sol não se põe, põe-te em mim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...eu nada temo se tu nada temeres comigo...</span> </span></div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-83404377464761383172007-04-05T20:27:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:44.238+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevtDGdKidqz_cDzJjwkoTtZU2amSE4NLDI-x9aRjlsLOK7o81P_HxTsCUwTWwbZUJxUBzhrtP8fnje8aHOap2BgepI-M6jZL8z53vqIUqgubmvS_IzDTjVIimt7k6Jd8JxTnF/s1600-h/nada+temas2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050028413508923586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevtDGdKidqz_cDzJjwkoTtZU2amSE4NLDI-x9aRjlsLOK7o81P_HxTsCUwTWwbZUJxUBzhrtP8fnje8aHOap2BgepI-M6jZL8z53vqIUqgubmvS_IzDTjVIimt7k6Jd8JxTnF/s400/nada+temas2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Aos insatisfeitos da vida:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">abrir os olhos ao que a vida nos traz sem descriminar nada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">ser livre observador e Não juiz do que nos é trazido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">amar o vento e as folhas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">dizer às pessoas o quanto gostamos delas (mais que uma vez de preferência, elas às vezes esquecem-se=)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">rir quando entornamos a lasanha na mesa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">sorrir a quem não te sorri </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">experimentar o fato de banho de 2 em 2 meses e pensar no VERÃO!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">fazer um blog em que digas: "olá! eu sou.... e existo, prova disso é este blog"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">fala com a Lua</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">abre as portas e as janelas para o sol entrar e mimar a casa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">faz um verso que comece com "eu" e acabe em "bom"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">muda a lâmpada do teu quarto (sugiro uma cor de rosa ou mesmo laranja=)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">come um Epá ao pé de muitas pessoas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">DANÇA!!!! (sozinho já conta)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">vê o <em>Casablanca</em> sem adormecer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">planta uma flor e/ou toma conta dela...vê-la crescer...sem pressa...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">..e aprende o que isso te ensina..=)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;">****</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-86232624161075200952007-04-04T12:46:00.000+01:002008-12-11T14:39:46.073+00:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ás vezes....precisamos de sentir aquela alegria espontânea...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbEfo0PBcFY0S9zjrDNzP8aYJApqTsHb-8cyw1pazuojAozqfCqCRSkPB_YYuxp3b5ffittTWIjYhHL-TNA9i0CSqqSD4_FLbZz4gus7tm4Ours8nsk_oOIyPqHs4HsbhKLUj/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049540097202204722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbEfo0PBcFY0S9zjrDNzP8aYJApqTsHb-8cyw1pazuojAozqfCqCRSkPB_YYuxp3b5ffittTWIjYhHL-TNA9i0CSqqSD4_FLbZz4gus7tm4Ours8nsk_oOIyPqHs4HsbhKLUj/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Aquele sorriso impossivel de esconder...</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_gPxwpa5bFWuHMs5JbxyRZKG6lrB-9LRgWE1zhgFwN835EIZLm9peUe3d-Ixu_RCIHuNDr9AvpOJLxiLFSbz40HqNMwCYjKwzqszKjkOwTYcq7WTB1SRZ3w0Fbkwokp41LDf/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049540741447299138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_gPxwpa5bFWuHMs5JbxyRZKG6lrB-9LRgWE1zhgFwN835EIZLm9peUe3d-Ixu_RCIHuNDr9AvpOJLxiLFSbz40HqNMwCYjKwzqszKjkOwTYcq7WTB1SRZ3w0Fbkwokp41LDf/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Naquele momento irreal... </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrOSSyHDzsqWRdN_GwNsT6P9eKLwx7grhG5YSpUTVvbV56GmfVqjMgwmYYq7pPcz4ebloNbMXn9v8h03eQUC1nDxSiSOmAOBg7D69h4fy0J0LqrSHa_YQ3vAAqjgzgEJx8RPO/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049541355627622482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrOSSyHDzsqWRdN_GwNsT6P9eKLwx7grhG5YSpUTVvbV56GmfVqjMgwmYYq7pPcz4ebloNbMXn9v8h03eQUC1nDxSiSOmAOBg7D69h4fy0J0LqrSHa_YQ3vAAqjgzgEJx8RPO/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">...em que o caos reina e fica tudo dOiDo... </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUqvAFiRjv5Yc4sQl8_-7FdXRqW-pvFRMe05SE91I942km8kqZYPLyR96oOBZhW-YP8_uXw7RWweQgSyUhlGNAuxYMMYZECClj2Ru03xbSblt8tQ09Xu4TyS9SAUGv0sMdT0KM/s1600-h/4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049542588283236450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUqvAFiRjv5Yc4sQl8_-7FdXRqW-pvFRMe05SE91I942km8kqZYPLyR96oOBZhW-YP8_uXw7RWweQgSyUhlGNAuxYMMYZECClj2Ru03xbSblt8tQ09Xu4TyS9SAUGv0sMdT0KM/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...mesmo possuído... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ-jZb5KYgoqpx657jzUcy-0_u8hFGi2f5bMHSi5di3dfpDum1VpgN-KoxVJ8JYKngGgZoRaXiYLU37EoIFQqGg7ehrvtLhAQVSmWO1h8ZNDVS5AgRjQ4JTAl39pwgS5eptllb/s1600-h/Cópia+de+DCAM0108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049543949787869314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ-jZb5KYgoqpx657jzUcy-0_u8hFGi2f5bMHSi5di3dfpDum1VpgN-KoxVJ8JYKngGgZoRaXiYLU37EoIFQqGg7ehrvtLhAQVSmWO1h8ZNDVS5AgRjQ4JTAl39pwgS5eptllb/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DCAM0108.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">.....é aí...que tudo faz sentido....</div><div align="left"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIR2zYdHhnEzzD18ldo5h4LG6mnLjYQXX4xO7Etgsjq8ZYXcymBk0beqiw7Qc6Jhhj8kt_Z4fw6w4PHLPDwExxIVtzypXAzbTbybgBGXf4ePI-kW-tce_roKleyB8bscgrtdf/s1600-h/sem+título3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049545663479820434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIR2zYdHhnEzzD18ldo5h4LG6mnLjYQXX4xO7Etgsjq8ZYXcymBk0beqiw7Qc6Jhhj8kt_Z4fw6w4PHLPDwExxIVtzypXAzbTbybgBGXf4ePI-kW-tce_roKleyB8bscgrtdf/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">******miminhos para quem mos dá*******</div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-91528807781133765502007-03-15T10:57:00.000+00:002008-12-11T14:39:46.531+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2Ql6WCii_ui3BU9qEcJch6I6hC_8rGU9QREorGgTOmeS74sLYkP4D0aW4FirVrUQsIQVAlXsAAcMh9crfoVNrVf7NTBiAQG5_1NsvJHETL5I-74elcxNhOH4AjGJ-3UxUgJq/s1600-h/cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042103958770070386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2Ql6WCii_ui3BU9qEcJch6I6hC_8rGU9QREorGgTOmeS74sLYkP4D0aW4FirVrUQsIQVAlXsAAcMh9crfoVNrVf7NTBiAQG5_1NsvJHETL5I-74elcxNhOH4AjGJ-3UxUgJq/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Na minha floresta, descansam os meus sonhos... a terra, as folhas e a paz, sao movidas pelo vento... ao som do passado, dancei embriagada....mas a primavera é me trazida pelos primeiros rebentos de verdes promessas....e a roda gira....e eu, as folhas e a terra, o sonho e a promessa, também...</div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-43642984804213758922007-01-26T12:20:00.000+00:002007-01-26T12:33:31.288+00:00hoje é dia 26......amanha...20....=)Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-1162255500445988882006-10-31T00:36:00.000+00:002006-11-08T17:12:08.233+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.creationsu.com/shop/images/tsrh4%20Tiger%20Butterfly.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.creationsu.com/shop/images/tsrh4%20Tiger%20Butterfly.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote id="620661f6"><blockquote id="dc4f4dfb"><span style="font-family:verdana;">...hoje morro.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Foi-me dada a vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">O abismo e a rede</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">O sal e a ferida</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Eu cedo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Eu Sou</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">A luz clama-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">E eu Vou...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Para tras</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">O medo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Para a frente...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Tu</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Tigre e fantasma</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">O desejo que nunca nasceu</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Estes passos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Sao de alguem</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">O vento que os apaga</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">É meu*</span><br /></blockquote><br /></blockquote></div>Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-1157909084588362342006-09-10T18:02:00.000+01:002007-04-05T20:55:41.007+01:00Gentes do Mundo!!!!!! Sera a paciencia o dom dos iluminados de espirito?... Sinto me a correr para o meu proximo ciclo.... ser paciente e grata para ser agraciada....a lei que conheço empurra me para a coragem e para o desprendimento.....e afinal, o meu objectivo é chegar a casa...ou retornar a casa... mas e quando me falta acreditar? e quando me falta confiar? o meu ritmo desta vida nao se adapta a serenidade intemporal do caminho que quero trilhar..... enfim....a ultima palavra, continua a ser a paiencia.... Deixem virar a pagina. Deixem o mundo girar e a vossa vida girara com ele na sua propria velocidade.... aquela que nao vos pede opiniao, nem consentimento. aquela que acontece quer se queira, quer nao. aquela que no fim reconhecemos, ser muito mais sabia que nos, e detentora da real razao.. so com o perdao nos libertamos... invocar a vida..... acolher o imprevisivel.... chorar por cada segundo que nos foi concedido... e ser una com o vento**** Paz e Loucura****Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650044.post-1154628391306774452006-08-03T18:49:00.000+01:002006-08-03T20:04:54.100+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6159/3291/1600/1134688352_turesfae_7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6159/3291/320/1134688352_turesfae_7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />....hoje, estou triste.....nao me acho debaixo da minha pele.... hoje sinto me roubada de certezas e doente na esperança...nao existem materializaçoes de salvaçao na nossa vida....sao as escolhas k nos condenam ou libertam... mas.... e quando nos sentimos condenados sem ter feito nenhuma escolha? ou quando nao desejamos a libertaçao?.... Salvaçao... a palavra sinonima de fantasia... porque a fantasia é o desejo inocente, que nao tem espaço para sobreviver ao mundo como é.. somos feitos de desejo e bruma...resta-nos o Tempo...e a sombra da Fé*****Mary Tigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060175860974673102noreply@blogger.com1