tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71505614512998260042024-03-19T18:20:46.556+00:00em banho mariamjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.comBlogger273125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-7406534132000819772010-07-30T14:55:00.005+01:002010-07-30T15:11:17.842+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNlzeUTWt5Ps7eTJrmHH5oqKVKZaqljQumiBShrmUVadyn7F4Opu0q9L3dzy_yP0wcPLGsbUYUT9caAT1dwLhdj46Llyc0ZI0u0ffWsj4O6Ho1MEpmi6MTufrw51ReT9dpBFxwaU0z65G/s1600/consumismo_exagerado%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700836307167570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNlzeUTWt5Ps7eTJrmHH5oqKVKZaqljQumiBShrmUVadyn7F4Opu0q9L3dzy_yP0wcPLGsbUYUT9caAT1dwLhdj46Llyc0ZI0u0ffWsj4O6Ho1MEpmi6MTufrw51ReT9dpBFxwaU0z65G/s400/consumismo_exagerado%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">R</span>evoltamo-nos contra o consumo, ainda mais acentuado nos saldos... Não acreditamos no “<span style="color:#993399;">valho o que compro</span>”.</div><br /><br /><div>:=(((</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-17750752331711342552010-07-18T17:17:00.003+01:002010-07-18T17:17:00.605+01:00Verdade????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZj2BEqoAYUub99K88-N20kr7aqBbW08DZVtrL45_GDEigHa4_Id_h1QktuKZ4HNV8UgelYOd9UkZ2_E05-njlGnnCVkbnyIsDYoux3-8cfk0KiBHv7PFD6OnsmZNDAGUXgB1qhcN8FOdN/s1600/homem%2520mulher.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494913957450657266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZj2BEqoAYUub99K88-N20kr7aqBbW08DZVtrL45_GDEigHa4_Id_h1QktuKZ4HNV8UgelYOd9UkZ2_E05-njlGnnCVkbnyIsDYoux3-8cfk0KiBHv7PFD6OnsmZNDAGUXgB1qhcN8FOdN/s400/homem%2520mulher.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">N</span>ão pode haver amizade entre homem e mulher. Pode haver paixão, hostilidade, adoração, amor, mas não amizade.<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"> (Oscar Wilde)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-66557324625483932782010-07-10T16:29:00.002+01:002010-07-10T16:29:00.596+01:00Sucesso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms4QKjce6VzHygQ9HOOWtlIMb3WMu4tFJwcHAsz6j8x_J4OyrJCy5CGgk-VPRnZpUvjYve5kgZaYiwKObwqokiVADrrYKGHNfLghE4O0fAMhBz9TpbgdxJ826ffsUJwmhqFjFJd0BNcTB/s1600/pato_11.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms4QKjce6VzHygQ9HOOWtlIMb3WMu4tFJwcHAsz6j8x_J4OyrJCy5CGgk-VPRnZpUvjYve5kgZaYiwKObwqokiVADrrYKGHNfLghE4O0fAMhBz9TpbgdxJ826ffsUJwmhqFjFJd0BNcTB/s400/pato_11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492283418486929634" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">S</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ucesso parece ser em grande parte uma questão de continuar depois que outros desistiram</span>.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">William Feather </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-82499114274567881112010-06-19T17:18:00.002+01:002010-06-19T22:48:06.410+01:00Amor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUAczJZTSQKQFN8elMz4NDeRzUCFqJwQZsiHNpx18uyBxsor7MJTcR68o9IiNomHUUua1-g2F3qljWcHk9kXC3afdM5347CuMOLd5E_c6Ju7yQ0LqGQfKFnSi6rFgdT5Y51aNcjb-nCAt/s1600/892275.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484604627346612770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUAczJZTSQKQFN8elMz4NDeRzUCFqJwQZsiHNpx18uyBxsor7MJTcR68o9IiNomHUUua1-g2F3qljWcHk9kXC3afdM5347CuMOLd5E_c6Ju7yQ0LqGQfKFnSi6rFgdT5Y51aNcjb-nCAt/s400/892275.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>"Medo de que o casamento não corra bem?… O amor e o medo não podem andar juntos. Quem tem medo não entende nada de amor. Amar é, precisamente, não ter medo. É acreditar que se possui uma força imensa ". </div><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div><div>Dificil não acham ???????</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-32208540085756185452010-05-12T17:08:00.001+01:002010-05-12T17:08:00.222+01:00Lembranças<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQPivT_lmkTMcm0bVUc7ZH0JIjQma8_gpru3R9KvFsLZ6TcHDIjqm4ducRrIp_Wlyl56f6CPxywBzYwbsG29joX62Sa1i8sW6wbkdbhNf61y2PslJ4-DXtxbH6LWlhaJqLBMsjbgmgt4g/s1600/2008112918301178.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470383993401070338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQPivT_lmkTMcm0bVUc7ZH0JIjQma8_gpru3R9KvFsLZ6TcHDIjqm4ducRrIp_Wlyl56f6CPxywBzYwbsG29joX62Sa1i8sW6wbkdbhNf61y2PslJ4-DXtxbH6LWlhaJqLBMsjbgmgt4g/s400/2008112918301178.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"<span style="font-size:180%;">N</span>ão deixes que as lembranças do passado, e o medo do futuro estraguem o dia de hoje, pois a vida não vale momentos, mas há momentos que valem a vida".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-14832938512770517122010-05-09T20:34:00.004+01:002010-05-09T20:40:35.444+01:00CAMPEÕES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KR6FD0xJxBkkafaOCPACNWh7ode_zoxLe3vFZbzQYpDd4V0QbtA2hJBPmIWt862kjCbEx1F5pMb-JBlaiyojZoFHfyZIWIVpJmKlOWpvtL7i3kK7JCHIeJSKt-84TW8kg_tDqUYKkq8p/s1600/untitled13.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469356886630826514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KR6FD0xJxBkkafaOCPACNWh7ode_zoxLe3vFZbzQYpDd4V0QbtA2hJBPmIWt862kjCbEx1F5pMb-JBlaiyojZoFHfyZIWIVpJmKlOWpvtL7i3kK7JCHIeJSKt-84TW8kg_tDqUYKkq8p/s400/untitled13.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>O MELHOR DE PORTUGAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div> </div><div>O CAMPEÃO...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> O GLORIOSO....SLS..SLB..SLB</div><div> </div><div>;)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-80146752374311509152010-05-02T00:01:00.001+01:002010-05-02T20:20:57.985+01:00Filhos<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8s4DLEXVk1OSaTgtGhkvuG6ILPXKOeqfIx9sN8sCIdL6xVsghVnAU54a3bCnGZEOwIktn3O6N3Vx9waGT93QFSpym4HucEboy5OQ5ZmGKiYA76EIbprxd01dNx9oVLe6cXgbXW6q-aXa/s1600/filhos_7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466754363130482562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8s4DLEXVk1OSaTgtGhkvuG6ILPXKOeqfIx9sN8sCIdL6xVsghVnAU54a3bCnGZEOwIktn3O6N3Vx9waGT93QFSpym4HucEboy5OQ5ZmGKiYA76EIbprxd01dNx9oVLe6cXgbXW6q-aXa/s400/filhos_7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">G</span>ostamos dos nossos filhos. Por isso, aconselhamos, ralhamos, castigamos quando isso se torna conveniente.</div><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span> que fica para os filhos, dos pais que tiveram? O mais importante, sem dúvida, serão as horas que lhes dedicámos, o tempo que partilhámos com eles.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-45489570210378863782010-04-26T00:01:00.006+01:002010-04-26T00:01:00.539+01:00Vida perfeita!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0IstsaeygxVMYndBA5fmhjIc3IflYs8s8Cvcv5K0Ms4VDVGM-wrdVzr854vjChJkmDTw-imPbj1B8h2cjYEmEfwPN9LxCbxQj0PY5oNTmQr2WgR7FIFmNaDge1Cmnqil5X915-qo7YicU/s1600/marlin.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464160075607179650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0IstsaeygxVMYndBA5fmhjIc3IflYs8s8Cvcv5K0Ms4VDVGM-wrdVzr854vjChJkmDTw-imPbj1B8h2cjYEmEfwPN9LxCbxQj0PY5oNTmQr2WgR7FIFmNaDge1Cmnqil5X915-qo7YicU/s400/marlin.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>er feliz não é ter uma vida perfeita, mas humildade para reconhecer os erros, sabedoria para receber uma crítica injusta, coragem para ouvir um "não", sensibilidade para dizer "amo-te", orgulho em dizer " preciso de ti ". <span style="font-size:85%;">A. Cury -</span> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-62455526329271808672010-04-22T01:32:00.003+01:002010-04-22T01:34:33.552+01:00Viciados????????????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4YCUZDw0kCdcrajhGDcd77MuUVaYPbqadHsovxIUYN1kCSU2mMHDuze-tNK_p7MVGA3Sz-8NdMMmRM_A2KGnJoCfC-Hy5duiu0J9kSRm9-aIY0kJYe8o3bl6SdRM75s9L68PE6XhpojV/s1600/3459345056_f5e757dcf3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462752739418080210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4YCUZDw0kCdcrajhGDcd77MuUVaYPbqadHsovxIUYN1kCSU2mMHDuze-tNK_p7MVGA3Sz-8NdMMmRM_A2KGnJoCfC-Hy5duiu0J9kSRm9-aIY0kJYe8o3bl6SdRM75s9L68PE6XhpojV/s400/3459345056_f5e757dcf3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">H</span>oje falamos de vícios. <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">São viciados</span></em> <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">em quê</span>?</em> Será que há vícios que podem ser considerados bons? Desculpem o fraco desenvolvimento do tema. A semana começou mal e está a ser complicada..</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-21417568311724070852010-04-18T13:13:00.007+01:002010-04-18T13:42:24.803+01:00DO CÉU AO INFERNO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JVpoPdexLZiHTP06lC3wIl_Im8p4L0adMYqXIVK4Q5YKfmSuj6IlyaOj_aLzs9oVaF5VuUM0YIxXaP4JdaUhvPa4WwO4TTaSSh6nwxEE3iTtfXV8Sa0G0NbMPrShkcftApVEh8tSOk3N/s1600/103612-orig.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461456554900316978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JVpoPdexLZiHTP06lC3wIl_Im8p4L0adMYqXIVK4Q5YKfmSuj6IlyaOj_aLzs9oVaF5VuUM0YIxXaP4JdaUhvPa4WwO4TTaSSh6nwxEE3iTtfXV8Sa0G0NbMPrShkcftApVEh8tSOk3N/s400/103612-orig.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">"O</span> poder do entusiasmo pode levar uma pessoa " do céu ao inferno", quando não usado na medida certa."</div><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span> entusiasmo em " dose" certa é indispensável, alimenta os nossos sonhos, para que um dia se realizem.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-20235579534800974352010-04-15T09:31:00.001+01:002010-04-15T09:32:34.336+01:00VERDADE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0MlRMpb3Z6C1208FV8nvbgV7RMExc2Lhj685GVjAPGDRszIm8QIoLUGeWOi3WZBxIZLidgczKCitGCKslpP_9UJZjudvp0Dcu073pO_1-C1rzDqlrXRVOtogNiKxkTPte1NKSNTbDZ4S/s1600/SMILE.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460278227924241938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0MlRMpb3Z6C1208FV8nvbgV7RMExc2Lhj685GVjAPGDRszIm8QIoLUGeWOi3WZBxIZLidgczKCitGCKslpP_9UJZjudvp0Dcu073pO_1-C1rzDqlrXRVOtogNiKxkTPte1NKSNTbDZ4S/s400/SMILE.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="justify">“ <span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>odas as pessoas do mundo<br />sorriem no mesmo idioma "<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Morris Mandel<br /></div></span><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>Uma grande verdade.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-1725295610520253962010-04-08T01:14:00.000+01:002010-04-08T01:14:15.078+01:00TARAS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuX8ZDvMMwwMKlBVZxysXm2n47OlWmY48JmL9QmROdVvt_cBh-qMTiPRIgwBVamRVcL2C35eLKhAzk7A9QnOwBdnp5swgXmb9MenBHwR7VEOQaZRi8HKZMT0LGSgTTIG_coMfT3OVBMao/s1600/uzkhkzfbjbzubdw6fj9r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457551014728662994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuX8ZDvMMwwMKlBVZxysXm2n47OlWmY48JmL9QmROdVvt_cBh-qMTiPRIgwBVamRVcL2C35eLKhAzk7A9QnOwBdnp5swgXmb9MenBHwR7VEOQaZRi8HKZMT0LGSgTTIG_coMfT3OVBMao/s400/uzkhkzfbjbzubdw6fj9r.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>enho uma tara por malas. Sacos, malas e malinhas são uma paixão e um “guilty pleasure”. Entre tantos tipos e feitios escolho, definitivamente, os sacos. Têm de dar um toque de sofisticação moderna . Entre os diversos sacos (e tenho alguns, de todas as cores, materiais e feitios, e para todas as ocasiões) tenho que escolher os sacos da Gucci e da Louis Vuitton . Reconheço que não são uma escolha óbvia. Os preços também não são muito convidativos...mas que são lindos, lá isso são !!!!! </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Não acham?????</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-14694374393999345722010-03-28T22:30:00.001+01:002010-03-28T22:32:43.871+01:00HÁ MOMENTOS !!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4shqn5Wj5YjtXpxNKkY6ivZG60yY-5MjdHY1ChKqauE4BAPqCV8HPPsEQqSbYhw91bWfC8ybVBA1qjOafMPDaz7_huDnaJs8Pm7g_cnctRl94uTJzF4QQtTHltMrZKjtS1y5l1NMdqi01/s1600/so.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453799899231552066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4shqn5Wj5YjtXpxNKkY6ivZG60yY-5MjdHY1ChKqauE4BAPqCV8HPPsEQqSbYhw91bWfC8ybVBA1qjOafMPDaz7_huDnaJs8Pm7g_cnctRl94uTJzF4QQtTHltMrZKjtS1y5l1NMdqi01/s400/so.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">“<span style="font-size:180%;">H</span>á momentos na vida em que nos devíamos calar, deixar que o silêncio falasse ao coração;<br />pois há sentimentos que a linguagem não expressa, e há emoções que as palavras não sabem traduzir..." </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-81661690648644339132010-03-24T14:19:00.002+00:002010-03-24T14:35:27.444+00:00RICO QUE É RICO !!!!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2m2NL3izdzwetvxLafDZ0HZFFTQ1p2CkOQQ1t62NTQvIFA1hmM_5PWpzXZcF51yitfltxfSWhzB50ORvEXTuwgmDtdlgkCUrCCYo7HaSSDfzzR2Hpjkceb0bQOnCcNwrsg87Znh71ItC5/s1600/259_moda-bolsa-birkin-hermes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203899195610610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2m2NL3izdzwetvxLafDZ0HZFFTQ1p2CkOQQ1t62NTQvIFA1hmM_5PWpzXZcF51yitfltxfSWhzB50ORvEXTuwgmDtdlgkCUrCCYo7HaSSDfzzR2Hpjkceb0bQOnCcNwrsg87Znh71ItC5/s400/259_moda-bolsa-birkin-hermes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">H</span>á coisas que rico que é rico tem obrigatoriamente de ter, ou melhor rica que é rica não passa sem ter: <span style="color:#ff6600;">Uma mala Birkin!</span>!!! <span style="color:#000000;">Criada em 1984, em homenagem a Jane Birkin — que ajudou a desenhar o modelo —, a <span style="color:#ff0000;">mala Birkin</span> é uma lenda. Cada peça demora até três dias para ficar pronta, é costurada a mão com uma linha tratada com cera de abelha e leva um código, com o nome do artesão que a produziu, o ano e o ateliê. Os modelos mais caros são vendidos por encomenda e podem levar até 5 anos para chegar ás mãos da cliente. O preço do luxo? Dá para comprar um apartamento de luxo</span><span style="color:#000000;">!!!!</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-78355695044065293962010-03-21T22:49:00.001+00:002010-03-21T22:49:00.283+00:00Abismo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBeJBPon5mfq7I10CfaotQ53ynf1JAPY6R8pQGoOm8-gGasjq_QoTtp14zHgZvfaRLxEZlIer3Ps30b9au2iguRe_Orz4Qb7mMNr4HS8zhYREMo2SMBJfi3frmH1GG0cdBEztnsXQa_oe/s1600-h/olhar-gelado-b9bcd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451222359824492274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBeJBPon5mfq7I10CfaotQ53ynf1JAPY6R8pQGoOm8-gGasjq_QoTtp14zHgZvfaRLxEZlIer3Ps30b9au2iguRe_Orz4Qb7mMNr4HS8zhYREMo2SMBJfi3frmH1GG0cdBEztnsXQa_oe/s400/olhar-gelado-b9bcd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div>"<span style="font-size:180%;">N</span>ão se pode olhar de mais para o abismo,<br />porque eventualmente ele pode olhar de volta."<br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Friedrich Nietzsche</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-79369267337685683002010-03-18T01:09:00.003+00:002010-03-18T01:53:42.693+00:00LÁGRIMA!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdFBnAujqCIOUqU-aGWSJIXXy1Gi9gh0cs2YYDMJsy0qLY9O2NQWjxcq5h2dE42zDeRlAoctrBTJ9TCEkPWkakMY1UIH5ZOgwVthgeFJCiYfW1MWO-Izb_EF3iPQB4m9-Xtl3IMHF_D6P/s1600-h/lagrima4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449785837816028994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdFBnAujqCIOUqU-aGWSJIXXy1Gi9gh0cs2YYDMJsy0qLY9O2NQWjxcq5h2dE42zDeRlAoctrBTJ9TCEkPWkakMY1UIH5ZOgwVthgeFJCiYfW1MWO-Izb_EF3iPQB4m9-Xtl3IMHF_D6P/s400/lagrima4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Q</span>uando uma lágrima cai, seja de dor ou de alegria , é uma manifestação do nosso intímo mais profundo. É uma extravasão forte e sentida!!!</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-24184391333799856612010-03-14T17:29:00.004+00:002010-03-14T17:32:02.661+00:00RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhdKoeFFyzvnWRvVW9I08672vgolR0rxHuviqClGzahohqPU5BCPGwS9BsJ1h1JmwHbKSI6gBVlbx-j7gYIEHRVqXq-HYucDTfIuWKdgqwv4Zo01vkbDBUESF4ToUG5dNXcEuPH37Yh1m/s1600-h/49948dd5b1f741bc4732185ec72d1f5ad0da1d01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448543453930035842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhdKoeFFyzvnWRvVW9I08672vgolR0rxHuviqClGzahohqPU5BCPGwS9BsJ1h1JmwHbKSI6gBVlbx-j7gYIEHRVqXq-HYucDTfIuWKdgqwv4Zo01vkbDBUESF4ToUG5dNXcEuPH37Yh1m/s400/49948dd5b1f741bc4732185ec72d1f5ad0da1d01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Ando numa fase assim...RRRRRRRRRRRR</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-65738027585311654762010-03-08T21:37:00.000+00:002010-03-08T21:37:26.242+00:00Falta de Inspiração....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8EFo0X01vwoMWjwtooxQThBoso3LgDNLSw0AkTHEOXs2nXtxBmco0s7J02ltr3CqOgV9lHTMt1D51lQ9HleLbHhAueBqhV88vbCAeXhSPmaPw2DgTZx2v8M4XdjnOHaqoKeIzQGGrH1R/s1600-h/2695947974_9ece30e76f_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446379573333834578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8EFo0X01vwoMWjwtooxQThBoso3LgDNLSw0AkTHEOXs2nXtxBmco0s7J02ltr3CqOgV9lHTMt1D51lQ9HleLbHhAueBqhV88vbCAeXhSPmaPw2DgTZx2v8M4XdjnOHaqoKeIzQGGrH1R/s400/2695947974_9ece30e76f_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> :=)))<br /><div> </div><div> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-57299395906336364882010-03-04T22:50:00.006+00:002010-03-04T22:57:22.678+00:00Momentos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3t3YceCX87OnlkV28RTBx-2PsCJypslPJNW9BqVfGABpBRAIr30E2U1GfsFirAUZuLTXCVQwClevCdsZqsIo_k4OvF-4FSyc7S8xA96o-35DsAz7ye0kkY5pa2RJUDM8YjQjWTgziA9f/s1600-h/925848-large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444915123419034402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3t3YceCX87OnlkV28RTBx-2PsCJypslPJNW9BqVfGABpBRAIr30E2U1GfsFirAUZuLTXCVQwClevCdsZqsIo_k4OvF-4FSyc7S8xA96o-35DsAz7ye0kkY5pa2RJUDM8YjQjWTgziA9f/s400/925848-large.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">H</span>á momentos nas nossas vidas em que o mundo parece estar parado... Tudo parece estar longe de nós, do nosso alcance ... <strong>Ou que</strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">m sabe, nós parecemos estar distantes de tudo !!!!</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-45497383259260611422010-03-02T00:01:00.000+00:002010-03-02T00:11:53.073+00:00Há pessoas....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeU5Eq7_teDVyDDfW3gjO9M4-L17iYYVJv3oNaqU3n8IPzWmyH6EZsR2HACT54LmrxMkYck69JtjFxZcAl9rH1XtiidUU69rH96REGFBJ02nTCGN7qz0UKAo_OOGqzbhOMKv77Ly6suozt/s1600-h/blog_felicidade-741765.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443816415459018818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeU5Eq7_teDVyDDfW3gjO9M4-L17iYYVJv3oNaqU3n8IPzWmyH6EZsR2HACT54LmrxMkYck69JtjFxZcAl9rH1XtiidUU69rH96REGFBJ02nTCGN7qz0UKAo_OOGqzbhOMKv77Ly6suozt/s400/blog_felicidade-741765.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">H</span>á pessoas que nos falam e nem as escutamos, há pessoas que nos ferem e nem cicatrizes deixam mas há pessoas que simplesmente aparecem nas nossas vidas e nos marcam para sempre!!!!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-23097530750535908242010-02-25T16:23:00.002+00:002010-02-25T16:23:28.937+00:00Se quisermos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2FHRjBfJPt4ihhtTMEO_USEtn-4SrsO3q4qnvDZplYCcQZYJRVHWhdHxBGest-f9R3lq25k6jFudmUMmlUuAq3VMag5-v5g3wXCQjJx_lTEemOmGr97WoIBgr-sx31z1TbbszFmfESKt/s1600-h/Looney-Tunes---Wile-E-Coyote--C11754810.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442216762605108130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2FHRjBfJPt4ihhtTMEO_USEtn-4SrsO3q4qnvDZplYCcQZYJRVHWhdHxBGest-f9R3lq25k6jFudmUMmlUuAq3VMag5-v5g3wXCQjJx_lTEemOmGr97WoIBgr-sx31z1TbbszFmfESKt/s400/Looney-Tunes---Wile-E-Coyote--C11754810.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>e quisermos mudar a nossa vida.... é mais importante mudarmos as atitudes do que as circunstâncias.<br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span> menos que mudemos as atitudes, é improvável que as circunstâncias realmente possam mudar um dia...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-2266798055299435092010-02-22T00:07:00.002+00:002010-02-22T00:07:00.891+00:00Vazio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAfaHdiYNuCgvm6FhFbmwk0b4CIrBj-SvYod23ttfrkOH1YblZsBPzTWm8E3K2wnO_crT6jki9TOgoFCZ8tfQ9uzBdw0bQaxtdle0gc9uExMqps32YO9kdcw0njugEfsIDnVOdyOf8QcYW/s1600-h/4155213999_e9623a6f09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440824212899420898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAfaHdiYNuCgvm6FhFbmwk0b4CIrBj-SvYod23ttfrkOH1YblZsBPzTWm8E3K2wnO_crT6jki9TOgoFCZ8tfQ9uzBdw0bQaxtdle0gc9uExMqps32YO9kdcw0njugEfsIDnVOdyOf8QcYW/s400/4155213999_e9623a6f09.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span>inda estou para ver uma coisa mais difícil de combater do que um vício. Em qualquer coisa. Até nas coisas que nós não achamos que são os nossos vícios. Drogas, álcool, relacionamentos, comida, refrigerantes, chocolate, pessoas. Cada uma destas coisas serve- nos para algo: para preencher um vazio que não sabemos como completar. Eu pergunto- me muito qual é este vazio? De onde ele vem?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Talvez não haja nada de errado em sentir esse vazio ... não há nada de errado sentir que estamos incompletos, com a sensação de que “falta algo”. - <strong>É claro que falta algo! - Sempre irá faltar!!!!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-80698774366620733092010-02-18T17:57:00.003+00:002010-02-18T18:01:02.411+00:00Parabéns!<div><embed src="http://widget-a5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2522015791357395877&site=widget-a5.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2522015791357395877&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-a5.slide.com/p1/2522015791357395877/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2522015791357395877&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-a5.slide.com/p2/2522015791357395877/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2522015791357395877&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-a5.slide.com/p4/2522015791357395877/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><br /></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Entrei à surrelfa na tua casa para te deixar rosas... e são rosas.</b></span></span></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Beijos grandes e Parabéns por seres tu.</b></span></span></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Lola</b></span></span></div></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-82122272631405434582010-02-17T01:19:00.000+00:002010-02-17T01:20:15.306+00:00UM DIA DESTES.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQ9YwyA2zLl5KRRNxKHyapOy6friCWYdLZ75uxAsCjRg3q9P9TNGfWDpKJRAGVEfIWR-MUvKw_vYD5_twFQHaffSe2-wtUU6ucYjKlAYgBPMBzjGwq1ZC4J9Qlecetfr2pxRG1ECDSsiz/s1600-h/Picture_4.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439013584422249330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQ9YwyA2zLl5KRRNxKHyapOy6friCWYdLZ75uxAsCjRg3q9P9TNGfWDpKJRAGVEfIWR-MUvKw_vYD5_twFQHaffSe2-wtUU6ucYjKlAYgBPMBzjGwq1ZC4J9Qlecetfr2pxRG1ECDSsiz/s400/Picture_4.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span>ouboutin</span> é o único designer de sapatos chiquérrimos/ caréssimos que me atrai. Manolos? Yawn... Jimmy Choos? Meh... Um dia destes( medio prazo ) vou experimentar/ comprar uns porque têm de ser confortáveis!!!! Só serem lindos não basta... Caso passem no teste, ainda compro um par com a sola vermelha legítima! Provavelmente para comemorar alguma MEGA ocasião... porque um sapato destes merece !!!!!</div><div align="justify">E eu também:=)))) <div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div></div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150561451299826004.post-10889460506579248762010-02-15T00:01:00.002+00:002010-02-15T00:01:00.095+00:00CARNAVAL EM VENEZA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIm2WeWxliYH5qBHb9irzdDUYI1hTVt1STaco6BuNmhEpF_wWgYBrKwa3yFKpdCYrP2rrwtVvKe4d1QdtQ_ulmgdXvXm7HYRtoZaupnBgF4BZ3PDXtmr9cPr5ojwmnVyySKQ97v_qe7CI/s1600-h/889731.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437847327821702002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIm2WeWxliYH5qBHb9irzdDUYI1hTVt1STaco6BuNmhEpF_wWgYBrKwa3yFKpdCYrP2rrwtVvKe4d1QdtQ_ulmgdXvXm7HYRtoZaupnBgF4BZ3PDXtmr9cPr5ojwmnVyySKQ97v_qe7CI/s400/889731.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>As pessoas fantasiam-se com fatos e máscaras do século XVII, imitando nobres e damas da época. Há música, desfiles e concurso de fantasias, algumas delas tão luxuosas que chegam a custar muitooos euros.</div><br /><div>Mistério e muita beleza, O Carnaval de Veneza é unico, pelo menos é o unico que me fascina!!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mascarem-se ou desmacarem-se!<br />Divirtam-se muito e bom Carnaval!<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Beijocas mascaradas.. </div><div> </div><div> </div>mjfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936356278829471433noreply@blogger.com18