tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36307897826261623162024-02-08T04:36:07.016+01:00Aguarela de PalavrasRita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-92157420301992776702010-12-07T23:20:00.001+01:002010-12-07T23:22:22.256+01:00Saboreia e Não Eventes!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0-IpGUivLmDZdw5_BcB7tj_sUAECLPESty9HqfJqBHZ_vZ71iYtl05p3FsihVMDwntTuzpjfzK76VRHMY4hqSdWx6D4-RQEt7p3s7h1K9oZJ-oLnYziwJuMxwHHSSbOeezXTt2twBAU/s1600/HPIM0432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0-IpGUivLmDZdw5_BcB7tj_sUAECLPESty9HqfJqBHZ_vZ71iYtl05p3FsihVMDwntTuzpjfzK76VRHMY4hqSdWx6D4-RQEt7p3s7h1K9oZJ-oLnYziwJuMxwHHSSbOeezXTt2twBAU/s320/HPIM0432.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">E o Marquês foi todo nosso...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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CAMPEÕES 2009/2010</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">e giro é ver a dor de cotovelo dos outros!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frase da noite: "Queiroz se tens tintins convoca o Martins!!"</div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-29519464694215465092010-05-06T22:22:00.000+01:002010-05-06T22:22:17.936+01:00Wait 'till you see my smileDon't they love to see you down,<br />
Kick you while you're on the ground.<br />
Don't let emotions show<br />
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People always speculate<br />
Don't let them get in your way<br />
See they say things they don't know<br />
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So you're doing better now<br />
Everybody comes around<br />
Cause you don't really need much<br />
Cause you're stronger and you're better and you're ready for whatever!Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-48793386695787447052010-04-15T23:41:00.000+01:002010-04-15T23:41:05.013+01:00As coisas q tenho q ver a estas horas....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF7LgsReGCQehVGoTMQOaojOKwZD99bEx3Z3kCWtlmeVbA-K58ym7q9Ybc1SYIBHzTUYV5sJhrsXHjHsnwzStpZT0WRMsDh5Dv-QdcY2EytwEOrMZCO_ACqBVpHSJkVPAQ68hAhQQSpM/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF7LgsReGCQehVGoTMQOaojOKwZD99bEx3Z3kCWtlmeVbA-K58ym7q9Ybc1SYIBHzTUYV5sJhrsXHjHsnwzStpZT0WRMsDh5Dv-QdcY2EytwEOrMZCO_ACqBVpHSJkVPAQ68hAhQQSpM/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-71514811441581937562010-04-12T23:18:00.000+01:002010-04-12T23:18:26.253+01:00mnhaaammmm<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Hoje... Fados!!!!Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-87789998518466347642010-03-10T10:21:00.002+01:002010-03-10T10:21:16.381+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">é hoje, é hoje..... o 100º post do meu blog... Parabéns!!!</div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-88246394420087937212010-03-10T10:19:00.000+01:002010-03-10T10:19:05.590+01:00Caso perdido...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #ffe599;">"Quando o amor é grande demais tornasse inutil: já não é mais aplicável, e nem a pexoa amada tem a capacidade de receber tanto!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #ffe599;">Fico perplexa como uma criança ao notar que mesmo no amor tem de haver bom senso e senso de medida!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #ffe599;">Ah, a vida dos sentimentos é extremamente burguesa!"</span></div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-17944525122288492062010-03-10T10:15:00.000+01:002010-03-10T10:15:21.195+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">"Tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fernando Pessoa</div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-48675983070800706022010-03-10T10:13:00.002+01:002010-03-10T10:13:52.585+01:00I AM sitting, waiting, wishing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ijN4-_OW4bXCMbnmdX0v5g2afp0WpQyo5GHbU38JGnrJYtQgZxjKhaOgvJq0IJHmWvye5kFs9b_DsBuaKjSBajCZN6wvLtf_2VodvCl1awAzKMy9qF3aong48-ClNo8PTzag5FZBzbk/s1600-h/last_minute_hotel_rome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ijN4-_OW4bXCMbnmdX0v5g2afp0WpQyo5GHbU38JGnrJYtQgZxjKhaOgvJq0IJHmWvye5kFs9b_DsBuaKjSBajCZN6wvLtf_2VodvCl1awAzKMy9qF3aong48-ClNo8PTzag5FZBzbk/s320/last_minute_hotel_rome.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-21025376707635508552010-03-06T01:12:00.000+01:002010-03-06T01:12:19.898+01:00<span style="font-size: large;">Mais um ano....</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Juzé diz:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*vais ver a Alicia? :S</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Rita diz:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*sim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Juzé diz:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*credo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*vou vender ja o meu bilhete</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*aquilo n tem um limite de idade?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*eu axo q pessoas idosas n deviam poder entrar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Rita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*qq dia és avó :-O</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">sim, sim são 23 mas também não tou assiiiiim taoooo velha... </div><div style="text-align: right;">obrigada a todos pelas sms, plas mensagens facebookianas e pelas prendas claro... </div><div style="text-align: right;">e sim, eu sou como os ciganos faço anos durante 3 dias, agora é eventos até domingo...</div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-75311389482113429192010-02-25T17:43:00.002+01:002010-02-25T17:43:26.565+01:00Quando eu era pequenina...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGz362K2oRCVQccZwcN1TsKn2KuOJNg0nCY_KVMHeofHCyrJj3Zg2DWiRg79daD1fcTV4VDynkmhYwSOAEkyED5T422NUvSR7rmFAqJLdCfQNDhYu6vCjWbr7ghes8T0T_Gr2Pl99tirk/s1600-h/Digitalizar0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGz362K2oRCVQccZwcN1TsKn2KuOJNg0nCY_KVMHeofHCyrJj3Zg2DWiRg79daD1fcTV4VDynkmhYwSOAEkyED5T422NUvSR7rmFAqJLdCfQNDhYu6vCjWbr7ghes8T0T_Gr2Pl99tirk/s320/Digitalizar0006.jpg" /></a></div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-51500362033748506052010-02-21T17:46:00.000+01:002010-02-21T17:46:14.999+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Till I'm six feet under,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wont need a bed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gonna live while I'm alive,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'll sleep when I'm dead!"</span></div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-44184894433771870542010-02-13T01:47:00.001+01:002010-02-13T01:47:04.494+01:00Thinking about thinking....Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-90663089795183436432010-02-11T12:13:00.000+01:002010-02-11T12:13:11.884+01:00Footprints in the sand...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpV5YbDbEay8X4oEjg7efsdp21JOPWPkSv5vHtvn4-6X3LagZ3u-D7WQhu11lc8WSqvgC20hrRzPXnz55ubZuD1qrq1DT0QQ1aht3_91JPcj1VqXUx238_uLhTlUewmqvTcdcO0eruC4/s1600-h/DSC03129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpV5YbDbEay8X4oEjg7efsdp21JOPWPkSv5vHtvn4-6X3LagZ3u-D7WQhu11lc8WSqvgC20hrRzPXnz55ubZuD1qrq1DT0QQ1aht3_91JPcj1VqXUx238_uLhTlUewmqvTcdcO0eruC4/s400/DSC03129.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Taking the day off......</div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-30112967626846796892010-02-08T23:02:00.000+01:002010-02-08T23:02:09.259+01:00A minha aldeira chama-se Lisboa!"O meu avô disse-me que ninguém podia viver sem ter uma aldeia. A minha aldeira chama-se Lisboa. É claro que é muito diferente da aldeia do meu avô, mas é a única aldeia que eu tenho.<br />
A aldeia do meu avô tem fontes - a minha tem torneiras;<br />
A aldeia do meu avô tem casas baixinhas - a minha tem casas com elevador;<br />
A aldeia do meu avô tem bois - a minha tem autocarros e metro;<br />
A aldeia do meu avô tem um pinhal - a minha tem plantas nas marquises de alguns prédios;<br />
O meu avô e a minha avó de vez em quando, vão à aldeia deles, e quando voltam trazem garrafões de azeite, nozes, castanhas, ovos e laranjas, porque dizem que na minha aldeia, que se chama Lisboa, essas coisas não prestam para nada.<br />
O meu pai também é da aldeia do meu avô e da minha avó porque nas outras aldeias, os filhos são sempre da terra dos pais, na minha é que não. <br />
Eu gosto da aldeia dos meus avós mas já lá vamos pouco porque o meu pai diz que já não conhece lá ninguém. Eu cá, quando lá vou, passados 3 dias já começo a estar um pouco farto, porque os mosquitos picam, os cães correm atrás de mim e há rapazes que me tratam por menino.<br />
Mas eu acho que isto de haver aldeias grandes, como a minha, e pequenas, como a dos meus avós, não quer dizer nada, são aldeias na mesma. Portanto a aldeia dos meus avós chama-se" Alter do Chão", e a minha aldeia chama-se Lisboa, e a aldeia de todos nós chama-se Terra.<br />
Um dia quando pudermos ir a Marte, vou fartar-me de rir a olhar para a minha avó carregada de garrafões do azeite, nozes, castanhas, ovos e laranjas. Tenho cá uma ideia que em Marte é que essas coisas não prestam mesmo para nada!"<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Alice Vieira - Livro com Cheiro a Canela</div><br />
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Porque é sempre bom recordar bons avós,<br />
e porque é sempre bom passar mais de uma hora sentados no chão da fnac a ler livros de crianças...Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-2227622295933727432010-02-02T23:28:00.001+01:002010-02-02T23:28:45.533+01:00"Isto é bue esquimo, isto é bue esquimó"<div align="center"><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqIwtSSG10I&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqIwtSSG10I&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Porque Cris só há um... este e mais nenhum!!!! </div><div align="center">Ng é assim tão "cumédio"!!!</div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-4566078360624080132010-02-01T00:53:00.005+01:002010-02-01T01:50:40.386+01:00Fim de Semana Jovem na Serra<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisL7w1vQMHDq6EmQf8kFcnKq7BE-yXOL2XvLymNTLuElhHrCxgYMS3yMNiII8tEGLdPj45BR1EMKhO0Vm0980lCXN12UT_cmcO-v5aD2LO-VIANM3K5WK_QXD4g-9iw_lUYsvSe_rBja8/s1600-h/DSC_0720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisL7w1vQMHDq6EmQf8kFcnKq7BE-yXOL2XvLymNTLuElhHrCxgYMS3yMNiII8tEGLdPj45BR1EMKhO0Vm0980lCXN12UT_cmcO-v5aD2LO-VIANM3K5WK_QXD4g-9iw_lUYsvSe_rBja8/s400/DSC_0720.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Videos do esquema por todo o lado, </div><div style="text-align: center;">"Assim não dá pra viver", </div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mesmo que desse também não queria", </div><div style="text-align: center;">fotos em rotundas, </div><div style="text-align: center;">quedas na neve,<br />
espirito do sótão,</div><div style="text-align: center;">fotos fotos fotos 1000 fotos, </div><div style="text-align: center;">,"Odolo", </div><div style="text-align: center;">frio tanto frio, </div><div style="text-align: center;">sequessualidades extra, </div><div style="text-align: center;">"Primo Ricardo tá frio, ta calor, tá meio frio, ta meio calor", </div><div style="text-align: center;">nuria presa pla cabexa na neve,<br />
"Meia estrábica" ,<br />
a hora da maquilhagem,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Adolo" </div><div style="text-align: center;">Kizombadas no meio da estrada,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Divo divo ja", </div><div style="text-align: center;">laranjas, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Catraia do Morounho,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Os teus melhores amigos! Quem somos??", </div><div style="text-align: center;">fotos em autocarros de coimbra, </div><div style="text-align: center;">cris abraçado a dormir,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Bom dia Prima"</div><div style="text-align: center;">abandonadas na torre da serra,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Rita és uma simpatia (ironia)"</div><div style="text-align: center;">queijos da serra,</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOMBA,</div><div style="text-align: center;">inês a reclamar da minha dormição,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Paramos ai na volta",</div><div style="text-align: center;">pensal, </div><div style="text-align: center;">bagaço </div><div style="text-align: center;">"Turvo não está, Mosquito não tem, tu não bebes, tu também não, BIMBO EU!!!!!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aqui estão algumas das memórias deste grande fim-de-semana na Lomba (vamos ja voltar pra tirar fotos na placa) a reportagem fotografica vai vindo, queremos ja repetir, obrigada a todos (andreia nem nos zangámos)!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">E depois do fim-de-semana destes, o voltar a casa é assim:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> DrEiA "VoLuMinhO" (VL) " Os teus melhores amigos! Quem somos? " diz:</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">*eu tenho tanto frio tanto frio ke kuase tive pa chamar por voces a pensar ke tavamos na nossa casa de arganil </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHld_-8Ewhyphenhyphen0cXMHMpzY0O1jsRgc4PJKzqWkzQAvnyywRmUXsrHbcZDsTX73nCQ1JZ7_pprVSkHOhm7E8cEaYgi3CiGmZF_xgyGUxZVSGeEB8AOVFunL5A4BDS4KbO8DOMrEIZC8ZqwO4/s1600-h/DSC_0708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHld_-8Ewhyphenhyphen0cXMHMpzY0O1jsRgc4PJKzqWkzQAvnyywRmUXsrHbcZDsTX73nCQ1JZ7_pprVSkHOhm7E8cEaYgi3CiGmZF_xgyGUxZVSGeEB8AOVFunL5A4BDS4KbO8DOMrEIZC8ZqwO4/s400/DSC_0708.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-410824371075401212010-01-29T15:08:00.000+01:002010-01-29T15:08:13.022+01:00Hoje é o dia.....<div align="center"><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS0CV_GWEMI&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS0CV_GWEMI&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Can you imagine no love, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Pride, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Deep-fried chicken</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your best friend always sticking up for you, even when I know you’re wrong</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can you imagine no first dance, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Freeze dried romance </div><div style="text-align: center;">Five-hour phone conversation</div><div style="text-align: center;">The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and ME!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-30977053519550444242010-01-29T12:05:00.000+01:002010-01-29T12:05:37.611+01:00TPS - Tensão-Pré-Serra....(o telefone toca...)<br />
Andreia: Já me lembro o que te queria perguntar! Vais levar perfume???<br />
Rita: Vou! Pq? Para usares do meu?<br />
Andreia: Sim!<br />
Rita: Tá bem, vais levar gel duche??<br />
Andreia: Não!<br />
Rita: Eu também não, o meu é mt grande!<br />
Andreia: Deixa, de certeza q alguém leva.....<br />
Rita: ya!! Andreia vais levar cuecas??<br />
Andreia Não, tu vais levar não preciso!!!!Rita Barrelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718397417693070873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630789782626162316.post-63371142284660297602010-01-25T01:50:00.003+01:002010-01-25T01:52:35.675+01:00Touched by....<div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">"What day is it.<br />
and in what month,<br />
this clock never seemed so alive.<br />
I can't keep up,<br />
and I can't back down,<br />
I've been losing so much time."<br />
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