tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38585447179181013982012-02-16T11:15:31.982ZAkrasiaamo esta coisa da mente querer ...Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-32674953510057662292011-08-18T22:35:00.000+01:002011-08-18T22:35:22.973+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjZs8bZsMIM/Tk2C96l5XXI/AAAAAAAACNo/W7VCpz_RsyA/s1600/IMG_9306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjZs8bZsMIM/Tk2C96l5XXI/AAAAAAAACNo/W7VCpz_RsyA/s320/IMG_9306.JPG" width="304" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">"Não podemos começar a viagem ao nosso interior sem sabermos o que é bom ou mau, o que é certo, o que é errado, o que deveria ser, o que deve ser – sem sabermos nada; viajarmos sem levarmos nenhuma carga? Esta é uma das coisas mais difíceis: viajarmos por dentro de nós mesmos sem levarmos nenhuma espécie de carga. Durante a viagem ir-se-ão fazendo os descobrimentos." </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-3267495351005766229?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-41573912107475269882011-07-24T23:19:00.000+01:002011-07-24T23:19:14.584+01:00Much too late...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" closure_uid_aw4bup="194" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2wFb2tO4Dc/Tix9LZkINTI/AAAAAAAACNQ/WY1upWmmbB8/s1600/IMG_9311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2wFb2tO4Dc/Tix9LZkINTI/AAAAAAAACNQ/WY1upWmmbB8/s320/IMG_9311.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_aw4bup="190" closure_uid_bdoggy="177" style="text-align: justify;"><div closure_uid_bdoggy="176"> <span closure_uid_aw4bup="205" closure_uid_bdoggy="128" style="color: magenta;"> "Be still, be calm, be quiet now,</span></div><div closure_uid_bdoggy="139"><span closure_uid_aw4bup="205" closure_uid_bdoggy="128" style="color: magenta;"> <span closure_uid_bdoggy="167" style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: purple;">my</span></span> precious<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> boy</span></span></div></div><div closure_uid_bdoggy="169"><span style="color: magenta;"></span><br /><div closure_uid_aw4bup="195" style="text-align: justify;"><div closure_uid_bdoggy="171"><span closure_uid_aw4bup="213" closure_uid_bdoggy="138" style="color: magenta;"> don't struggle like that</span></div><div closure_uid_bdoggy="141"><span closure_uid_aw4bup="213" closure_uid_bdoggy="138" style="color: magenta;"> or<span closure_uid_bdoggy="170" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> I</span> will only<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> love</span></span><span closure_uid_aw4bup="214" closure_uid_bdoggy="140" style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> you</span> more </span></div><div closure_uid_bdoggy="141"><br /></div><div closure_uid_bdoggy="145"><span closure_uid_aw4bup="214" closure_uid_bdoggy="140" style="color: magenta;"> for it's<span closure_uid_bdoggy="173" style="color: purple;"> <span style="font-size: large;">much too late</span></span> to get away or</span><span closure_uid_aw4bup="235" closure_uid_bdoggy="143" style="color: magenta;"> turn on the light</span></div><div closure_uid_bdoggy="145"><br /></div><div closure_uid_bdoggy="146"><span closure_uid_aw4bup="235" closure_uid_bdoggy="143" style="color: magenta;"> the spiderman </span><span closure_uid_aw4bup="235" closure_uid_bdoggy="143" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> is having you</span><span closure_uid_aw4bup="236" closure_uid_bdoggy="144" style="color: magenta;"> for dinner tonight"</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div closure_uid_bdoggy="123"><span style="color: magenta;"> </span></div><div closure_uid_bdoggy="123"><span style="color: magenta;"> The Cure</span></div></div></div><div closure_uid_aw4bup="204" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-4157391210747526988?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-20969956701701264002011-06-13T21:52:00.000+01:002011-06-13T21:52:39.993+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCAcOfGAG9I/TfZ2o4OZPaI/AAAAAAAACNE/oeMpSo8Gp-8/s1600/the+car+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCAcOfGAG9I/TfZ2o4OZPaI/AAAAAAAACNE/oeMpSo8Gp-8/s320/the+car+011.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">I'm looking for the magic</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">I'm feeling for the right way out of mind</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Looking for the alchemy to release me from my maze.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">I am makin myself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">I'm lookin' for the magic </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Now I do not wanna come off like I am</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">I'm loosing my head</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">But the shadow inside of me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">is begging for direction to illicit city.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">I wanna do better than to fight this life 'cause it is a dream</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">I wonder if the wild animals livin' in me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Well will they ever find freedom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">All I fear is what I fear, am I a Leviathan?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">I feel the risin of the cove, my ocean opens</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">I'm looking for the magic</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">I'm feeling for the right way out of mind</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Looking for the alchemy to release me from my maze.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">I am makin myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">The Magic-Joan as Policewoman</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-2096995670170126400?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-7268005888130854772011-05-18T21:26:00.001+01:002011-05-19T18:05:51.644+01:00The Lock<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Nz6TMjDSTg/TdVN2CrO1TI/AAAAAAAACMw/FeYJVecatcM/s1600/goodbye+024-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Nz6TMjDSTg/TdVN2CrO1TI/AAAAAAAACMw/FeYJVecatcM/s320/goodbye+024-1.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;">"There's a part of me that still beleives,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">my soul will sore above the trees..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"> White Lies</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-726800588813085477?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-55638671312310156172011-04-30T21:56:00.000+01:002011-04-30T21:56:00.588+01:00...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odphww_fDNM/Tbx11UchN2I/AAAAAAAACMo/3R3usjDbUk8/s1600/doorway+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odphww_fDNM/Tbx11UchN2I/AAAAAAAACMo/3R3usjDbUk8/s320/doorway+016.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">A Outra Porta do Prazer</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta;">A outra porta do prazer,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta;">porta a que se bate suavemente,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta;">seu convite é um prazer ferido a fogo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta;">e,com isso,muito mais prazer.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Carlos Drummond De Andrade</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-5563867131231015617?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-69839910948428326202011-03-08T21:34:00.000Z2011-03-08T21:34:44.526ZSempre será solitário...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jkdXGE4PBy0/TXafL7YRYiI/AAAAAAAACMU/Y1m-grG_lkM/s1600/window+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jkdXGE4PBy0/TXafL7YRYiI/AAAAAAAACMU/Y1m-grG_lkM/s320/window+035.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;">Solidão: a Condição do Ser </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">"A solidão é a condição do ser humano no mundo. Todo ser humano está só. Esta é a grande questão da existência, mas não significa uma coisa negativa, nem que precise de uma solução definitiva. Ou seja, a solução não é acabar com a solidão, não é deixar de sentir angústia, suprimindo este sentimento. A solução não é encontrar uma pessoa para preencher o vazio existencial, não é encontrar um hobby ou uma atividade. A solução não é se matar de trabalhar e se concentrar nisso para não se sentir sozinho. Também não é encontrar uma estratégia para driblar a solidão. A solução é aceitar que se está só no mundo. Simplesmente isso. E sabendo-se só no mundo, viver a própria vida, respeitar a própria vontade, expressar os próprios sentimentos, buscar a realização dos próprios desejos. Quando se faz isso, a vida se enche de significado, de um brilho especial."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">Do livro:Solidao e Liberdade de Jadir Lessa</span><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-6983991094842832620?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-17706783896520836162011-02-22T19:44:00.001Z2011-02-22T19:46:22.851Z`February series II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQpPgj84nN8/TWQPg5dWm2I/AAAAAAAACLo/7AFw1_GYDXY/s1600/february+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQpPgj84nN8/TWQPg5dWm2I/AAAAAAAACLo/7AFw1_GYDXY/s320/february+014.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Excertos do poema</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Erotismo ecologico-vegetariano</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Não entendo certa poesia erótica</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Que fala de néctar em vez de orgasmo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">******************************</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Mas quando leio amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Gosto de sentir amor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Quando leio sexo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Gosto de sentir um arrepio na pele</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Como se as letras fossem saltar do poema e tocar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Gosto do acto descrito com a força do desejo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Carnal,instintivo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Gosto do poema á flor da pele</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Que faz o coração acelerar e dizer:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Porra,isto sim é fazer amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Isto sim é sentir amar!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times;">Livro Encandescente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-1770678389652083616?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-11029056595943913172011-02-11T00:34:00.000Z2011-02-11T00:34:59.757ZDocemente...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCL-Au0P4wA/TVSBAltvdiI/AAAAAAAACLE/VlfZ1BUfXMI/s1600/february+035-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCL-Au0P4wA/TVSBAltvdiI/AAAAAAAACLE/VlfZ1BUfXMI/s320/february+035-2.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><span style="color: magenta;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;"> " Oh!Sejamos pornograficos!</span><span style="color: magenta;"> </span><br /><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">(docemente pornográficos).</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Por que seremos mais castos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Que o nosso avô português?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Propõe isso a teu vizinho,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Ao condutor do teu bonde,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">A todas as criaturas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Que são inúteis e existem,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Propõe ao homem de óculos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">E à mulher da trouxa de roupa.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Dize a todos: Meus irmãos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Não quereis ser pornográficos?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Li na net</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-1102905659594391317?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-33558617154893629662011-01-10T22:55:00.000Z2011-01-10T22:55:46.113ZAno Novo,Vida...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TSuMqJ_-RaI/AAAAAAAACKo/9VB7gKwyFLo/s1600/new+year+11+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TSuMqJ_-RaI/AAAAAAAACKo/9VB7gKwyFLo/s320/new+year+11+051.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Para que serve o <strong>arrependimento</strong>,se isso não muda nada do que se passou?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">O melhor arrependimento é simplesmente,<strong>mudar.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">José Saramago</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Bom Ano Novo!!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-3355861715489362966?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-78664863194452263492010-12-12T22:54:00.000Z2010-12-12T22:54:55.466ZDias Frios Series II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TQVRhJMlQoI/AAAAAAAACKA/Lnikjwcqq9Q/s1600/cold+day+015-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TQVRhJMlQoI/AAAAAAAACKA/Lnikjwcqq9Q/s320/cold+day+015-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">*SAGITÁRIO*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">(de 22 de novembro a 21 de dezembro)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">As mulheres sagitarianas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">São abnegadas e bacanas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Mas não lhe venham com grossuras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Nem injustiças ou censuras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Porque ela custa mas se esquenta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">E pode ser muito violenta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Aí, o homem que se cuide... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">- Também, quem gosta de censura!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Vinícius de Moraes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-7866486319445226349?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-68218499452308336622010-11-27T22:38:00.000Z2010-11-27T22:38:21.476ZHá dias frios...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TPGGcukeS4I/AAAAAAAACIw/aB57KQzKZnw/s1600/cold+day+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TPGGcukeS4I/AAAAAAAACIw/aB57KQzKZnw/s320/cold+day+033.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">"Aqui o tempo não é o tempo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"> é só um chão que ninguem pisou,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"> Trazes um louco no pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"> E um Verão que se eternizou..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"> Estradas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"> Que soltas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"> Dos olhos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"> Dos mundos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"> Que trazes em ti...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #d0e0e3;">Desenhos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3;"> Desejos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3;"> Nos labios,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3;"> No sangue</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3;"> Duma parede qualquer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"> Há um mágico </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"> Que não cabe nas tuas mãos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"> Trazes no peito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"> Como a força dum trovão.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"> E cada passo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"> mais distante do que o que vês,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Talvez bastante, Talvez discreto, Para mostrar quem tu és... Magico"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;">Um Magico no Peito-Pedro Abrunhosa</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-6821849945230833662?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-90715265796312802042010-11-12T16:57:00.000Z2010-11-12T16:57:19.751ZUm mapa diferente...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TN1rjQo0QRI/AAAAAAAACHI/QZBUE3r-zX0/s1600/stras+112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TN1rjQo0QRI/AAAAAAAACHI/QZBUE3r-zX0/s400/stras+112.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;">Mapa das Estrelas...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">O teu mapa permite-me viajar pelo imperio dos sentidos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">e contigo posso perder-me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">que sempre me encontro com um sorriso nos labios...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-9071526579631280204?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-66914744598424124682010-10-21T22:26:00.000+01:002010-10-21T22:26:41.069+01:00Changes series II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TMCv8WQOfaI/AAAAAAAACGs/ZhAaLEWHlAo/s1600/change+0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TMCv8WQOfaI/AAAAAAAACGs/ZhAaLEWHlAo/s320/change+0.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">"like the <span style="font-size: large;">soldier</span> long standing under<span style="font-size: large;"> fire</span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">any<span style="font-size: large;"> change,</span> comes as a,<span style="font-size: large;"> relief</span></span><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">let the giver's <span style="font-size: large;">name </span>remain <span style="font-size: large;">unspoken</span></span><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">she is just a <span style="font-size: large;">generous thief</span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: large;">but she had diamonds on the inside"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Diamonds on the Inside</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Ben Harper</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-6691474459842412468?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-20705199691417179702010-10-13T22:12:00.000+01:002010-10-13T22:12:27.265+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TLYfog5pDuI/AAAAAAAACGo/IGXFENsG-2c/s1600/changes+.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TLYfog5pDuI/AAAAAAAACGo/IGXFENsG-2c/s320/changes+.jpeg" width="268" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">"I can't change time,but time can change me..."</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-2070519969141717970?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-16243829308830712952010-09-15T21:49:00.000+01:002010-09-15T21:49:38.469+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TJEgyC2rFPI/AAAAAAAACGQ/_zzVlswljr4/s1600/regresso+105-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TJEgyC2rFPI/AAAAAAAACGQ/_zzVlswljr4/s320/regresso+105-2.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Necessitamos sempre de ambicionar alguma coisa que, alcançada,</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"> não nos torna sem ambição.</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Carlos Drummond de Andrade</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-1624382930883071295?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-19536656050003244322010-07-11T23:23:00.002+01:002010-07-13T23:51:16.566+01:00Os Dois Eus...<div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TDon1VXtuSI/AAAAAAAACC0/lQP_WahoPlo/s1600/mirror+who.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TDon1VXtuSI/AAAAAAAACC0/lQP_WahoPlo/s400/mirror+who.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: magenta;"> Qual será a energia que concebe no cristal da existência </span><br /><span style="color: magenta;"> a minha imagem?</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-1953665605000324432?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-49821671534724423102010-06-02T12:36:00.001+01:002010-06-03T22:51:23.684+01:00Doce Azulão...<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TAgjoJNkSwI/AAAAAAAACB0/rtHWN8P1Ajk/s1600/blue+020-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/TAgjoJNkSwI/AAAAAAAACB0/rtHWN8P1Ajk/s320/blue+020-1.jpg" /></a> </div></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">"Percorrer com a lingua o sexo duma mulher.Senti-lo estremecer ao toque dos dentes.Transformar dentes e lingua em instrumentos de silêncio e mansidão,oferecê-los á boca do corpo de uma mulher,deixarmo-nos guiar pela luz do desejo e gozar com o gozo dela.A experiência sublime de causar uma felicidade instantânea a outro ser."</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"></span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Inês Pedrosa-Os Ìntimos</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"></span></span></div><div align="center" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-4982167153472442310?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-23657217762997247432010-05-07T14:59:00.002+01:002010-05-07T15:12:50.798+01:00Poder...<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S-Qf0MzTFUI/AAAAAAAABxI/F_hIWdtkgtk/s1600/penas+rosas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S-Qf0MzTFUI/AAAAAAAABxI/F_hIWdtkgtk/s320/penas+rosas.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div> <span style="color: magenta;"> <span style="font-size: large;">"A beleza da mulher deve avaliar-se não pelas proporções do corpo,</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">mas pelo o efeito que estas produzem."</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: #cccccc;">Anne Lambert</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-2365721776299724743?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-71095880429729157852010-04-11T00:28:00.001+01:002010-04-12T16:30:59.196+01:00Em Abril 2010...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S8M8mMb2dXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/xvdjmOY9DC0/s1600/luz+abril+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S8M8mMb2dXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/xvdjmOY9DC0/s320/luz+abril+2010.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;">É Proibido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">É proibido chorar sem aprender,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Levantar-se um dia sem saber o que fazer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Ter medo de suas lembranças.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">É proibido não rir dos problemas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Não lutar pelo que se quer,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Abandonar tudo por medo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Não transformar sonhos em realidade.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">É proibido não demonstrar amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Fazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e mau-humor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">É proibido deixar os amigos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Não tentar compreender o que viveram juntos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Chamá-los somente quando necessita deles.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">É proibido não ser você mesmo diante das pessoas,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Fingir que elas não te importam,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Ser gentil só para que se lembrem de você,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Esquecer aqueles que gostam de você.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">É proibido não fazer as coisas por si mesmo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Ter medo da vida e de seus compromissos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último suspiro.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Esquecer seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos se</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">desencontraram,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Esquecer seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">É proibido não tentar compreender as pessoas,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Pensar que as vidas deles valem mais que a sua,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">não saber que cada um tem seu caminho e sua sorte.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">É proibido não criar sua história,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Deixar de dar graças a Deus por sua vida,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Não ter um momento para quem necessita de você,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Não compreender que o que a vida te dá, também te tira.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">È proibido não buscar a felicidade,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"> Não viver sua vida com uma atitude positiva,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">Não pensar que podemos ser melhores,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;">Não sentir que sem você este mundo não seria igual</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Pablo Neruda</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Ps:Vou tentar,prometo!</span><span style="color: #cccccc;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-7109588042972915785?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-31667111382026106532010-03-22T23:11:00.001Z2010-03-24T15:27:30.670ZSimples...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S6ovS_hVWWI/AAAAAAAABeQ/fSlgL1S857o/s1600/holy+sox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S6ovS_hVWWI/AAAAAAAABeQ/fSlgL1S857o/s320/holy+sox.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">"O erotismo é conceder ao corpo os prestígios do espírito."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: small;">Georges Perros</span> </span></span></div><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-3166711138202610653?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-86343257160185043542010-02-28T20:11:00.001Z2010-03-01T10:53:08.296Zuma conclusão...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S4rK3Ai11jI/AAAAAAAABcE/Za4Uwan-VNQ/s1600-h/transparency+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S4rK3Ai11jI/AAAAAAAABcE/Za4Uwan-VNQ/s320/transparency+1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;">Disseram-me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;">:</span><span style="color: magenta;">Não é o mensageiro,é a mensagem!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;">Disseram-me:</span><span style="color: magenta;">Os fundamentos de uma relação são solidariedade,transparência,confiança e partilha.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;">..</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-8634325716018504354?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-91247490468534589512010-01-27T18:14:00.025Z2010-01-27T22:43:22.938ZUm poema..<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S2C_D98rtMI/AAAAAAAABWw/4YphXPmUYHk/s1600-h/insider-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S2C_D98rtMI/AAAAAAAABWw/4YphXPmUYHk/s320/insider-1.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">coração país sem nome</span></strong><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">terra de ninguem</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">lugar recôndito</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">lugar onde se chega</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">lugar de onde se parte</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">coração</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">pátria imaginada</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">imaginária</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">imaginante</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">sempre longe</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">errante errado talvez</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">coração transplante</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">implantado</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">irrompe</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">inventa</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">um lugar sem horizonte</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Ana Mafalda Leite</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-9124749046853458951?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-92179352775581205292010-01-07T22:33:00.000Z2010-01-07T22:33:47.465ZAno Novo,Vida...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S0ZgFNKOI5I/AAAAAAAABTg/j3S1cJIouDk/s1600-h/new+year+coming+034_640x637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/S0ZgFNKOI5I/AAAAAAAABTg/j3S1cJIouDk/s320/new+year+coming+034_640x637.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os valores que te <span style="color: #ead1dc;">libertam </span></span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-size: large;">tambem são os que te <span style="color: #a64d79;">prendem</span></span></span><span style="color: #a64d79;">...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta;">Feliz Ano 2010!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-9217935277558120529?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-63238568765311846732009-12-04T19:55:00.005Z2009-12-06T23:20:26.700Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/Sxw8LE0UPUI/AAAAAAAABRY/JygIBvB69Vw/s1600-h/whatever+-!!-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/Sxw8LE0UPUI/AAAAAAAABRY/JygIBvB69Vw/s320/whatever+-!!-2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: purple; font-size: large;">"O desdobramento do eu é um fenómeno em grande </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: purple; font-size: large;">numero de casos de masturbação."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: magenta;">Fernando Pessoa</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-6323856876531184673?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-12826672510583084852009-11-08T15:22:00.004Z2009-11-10T21:21:10.308ZCoisas da vida...<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SvnX7TP_KiI/AAAAAAAABOo/wUc7E5bc7OM/s1600-h/the+project+088-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402586641787202082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SvnX7TP_KiI/AAAAAAAABOo/wUc7E5bc7OM/s400/the+project+088-1.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">The difference between fiction and reality?Fiction has to make sense.</span></div><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Sour,sweet,bitter,pungent,all must be tasted.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;">Some people are carbon copies,others make their own impression!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-1282667251058308485?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-37801166655049107422009-10-25T19:27:00.004Z2009-10-27T19:12:15.767ZRestless...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SudF66I1hUI/AAAAAAAABLU/k2VlM9sUVsY/s1600-h/madness+resized.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397359556767876418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SudF66I1hUI/AAAAAAAABLU/k2VlM9sUVsY/s400/madness+resized.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">"Madness is like gravity,all it needs is a little push..."</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The Joker in Batman</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-3780116665504910742?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-12319149790562322962009-10-18T22:35:00.010+01:002009-10-19T10:25:06.608+01:00back to basics...<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394057087732332722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/StuKV6R2uLI/AAAAAAAABK0/nP9746I-8OI/s320/high+tops+051.jpg" /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Filosofia</span><br /></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Construo o pensamento aos pedaços: cada</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">ideia que ponho em cima da mesa é uma parte</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">do que penso;e ao ver como cada fragmento se</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">torna um todo,volto a parti-lo,para evitar </span></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="font-size:85%;">conclusões</span>.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Nuno Júdice<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-1231914979056232296?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-48445570144408972722009-10-14T10:28:00.007+01:002009-10-14T18:55:05.023+01:00Á beira...<div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/StWb7EQGZ4I/AAAAAAAABKs/9Q7PxpsrTKI/s1600-h/experiencia+3+030-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392387567901894530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/StWb7EQGZ4I/AAAAAAAABKs/9Q7PxpsrTKI/s320/experiencia+3+030-1.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/StWbObmXUiI/AAAAAAAABKk/MNv_oItf1rg/s1600-h/experiencia+3+030-1.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Capitão Romance<br />Ornatos Violeta </span></div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><div align="center"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Não vou procurar quem espero<br />Se o que eu quero é navegar<br />Pelo tamanho das ondas<br />Conto não voltar </span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Parto rumo à primavera<br />Que em meu fundo se escondeu<br />Esqueço tudo do que eu sou capaz </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Hoje o mar sou eu<br />Esperam-me ondas que persistem<br />Nunca param de bater </span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Esperam-me homens que desistem<br />Antes de morrer </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Por querer mais do que a vida<br />Sou a sombra do que eu sou<br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">E ao fim não toquei em nada<br />Do que em mim tocou </span></span></span></div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /></span>Eu vi<br /></span>Mas não agarrei </div><div align="center"><br />Parto rumo à maravilha<br />Rumo à dor que houver pra vir<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Se eu encontrar uma ilha<br /></span><span style="color:#ffccff;">Paro pra sentir </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#ffccff;">E dar sentido à viagem</span><br />Pra sentir que eu sou capaz<br />Se o meu peito diz coragem<br />Volto a partir<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#ffccff;">em paz </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br />Eu vi<br />Mas não agarrei </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-4844557014440897272?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-85587800365272992892009-09-30T13:51:00.004+01:002009-10-03T22:51:13.916+01:00...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388494344400606674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SsfHDogzFdI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ZdapuM0B4r8/s400/the+pain+049-1.jpg" /><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">De corpo furacão, és mulher ebulição,<br />de um ser fragmentado em inúmeras pessoas:<br />Uma Eva expulsa do paraíso<br />A Super-mulher em busca do voo perfeito<br />Uma cortesã em homenagem ao cidadão ateniense<br />Um anjo lascivo, um demónio bandido<br />Uma princesa enclausurada em torreão<br />Uma Akrasia á procura do melhor juízo.... </span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Ps:I wish she would go away...fucking far away!!!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-8558780036527299289?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-43030692934259118162009-09-15T22:22:00.006+01:002009-09-15T22:34:46.952+01:00A Ciência Explica Tudo...<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SrAGQyJOT2I/AAAAAAAABGA/2cVsvrbDn7A/s1600-h/state+of+mind+II+050-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381808440115875682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SrAGQyJOT2I/AAAAAAAABGA/2cVsvrbDn7A/s400/state+of+mind+II+050-1.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Um corpo electrizado atrai um condutor neutro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">e ao aproximá-los<br />o segundo recebe a carga do primeiro<br />sem necessidade de contacto... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">chamada indução<br /></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-4303069293425911816?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-26046811749096106132009-08-19T16:55:00.004+01:002009-09-13T20:06:15.832+01:00Um daqueles dias...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/So1lKmVYLVI/AAAAAAAABEQ/5HjkkkeueR4/s1600-h/a+alma+008-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372061163286179154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/So1lKmVYLVI/AAAAAAAABEQ/5HjkkkeueR4/s400/a+alma+008-1.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Não sei quantas almas tenho</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Cada momento mudei.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Continuamente me estranho.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Nunca me vi nem achei.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">De tanto ser só tenho alma.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Quem tem alma não tem calma.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Quem vê é só o que vê,</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">quem sente,não é quem é.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">********</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Sou minha própria paisagem,</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Diverso,mobil e só,</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Não sei sentir-me onde estou.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">********</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Do poema de Fernando Pessoa</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Não sei quantas almas tenho</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-2604681174909610613?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-69831113260571162372009-08-12T00:14:00.005+01:002009-08-12T00:32:00.010+01:00Enjoy...life!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368852819840245618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SoH_Mbnun3I/AAAAAAAABEA/TPCWjUhz-Vc/s400/the+view+010-1.jpg" /><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Sometimes you got to take time to enjoy the view...</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-6983111326057116237?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-66202336270683017222009-07-23T19:07:00.015+01:002009-08-04T22:09:39.828+01:00Mea Culpa...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SnijVd_0vuI/AAAAAAAABDw/lU-8iTFAjTg/s1600-h/V%C3%ADdeos+capturados-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366218545236852450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SnijVd_0vuI/AAAAAAAABDw/lU-8iTFAjTg/s400/V%C3%ADdeos+capturados-1.jpg" /></a> <div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SmjRS4LulzI/AAAAAAAABDY/k7yChGh5Ius/s1600-h/apple+013-4.jpg"></a>"<span style="font-size:85%;">A consciência é a função biológica crítica que nos permite conhecer a tristeza ou a alegria,sentir dor ou prazer,sentir a vergonha ou o orgulho,chorar a morte ou o amor que se perdeu.Tanto o pathos como o desejo são produtos da consciência.Sem ela,nenhum desses estados pessoais poderia ser conhecido por cada um de nós.Não culpem a Eva pelo facto de conhecer,culpem a consciência mas agradeçam-lhe tambem. "<br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"> O Sentimento de Si-António Damásio </span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-6620233627068301722?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-10456732041992443502009-07-07T19:44:00.003+01:002009-07-08T14:32:49.545+01:00Kodak Moment...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SlSf9dZc2YI/AAAAAAAABBo/l5TezMMgDnI/s1600-h/fideliak.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356081735062575490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SlSf9dZc2YI/AAAAAAAABBo/l5TezMMgDnI/s400/fideliak.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SlOYCFWgcoI/AAAAAAAABBg/ikbzlAglK1U/s1600-h/campo+maior+and+ak+060-1.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Fidelidade sempre querendo brincar com Akrasia...:)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Brincalhona mesmo...ou será ao contrário???<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-1045673204199244350?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-5980013148237223102009-06-30T00:20:00.002+01:002009-06-30T00:25:10.567+01:00Just my imagination...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SklMf-eXaWI/AAAAAAAABBY/zf99tlXqC8I/s1600-h/IMG_0437-1_640x427.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352893744336562530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SklMf-eXaWI/AAAAAAAABBY/zf99tlXqC8I/s400/IMG_0437-1_640x427.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> Imagination is more important than knowledge.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> Knowledge is limited.Imagination encircles the world.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Albert Einstein<br /><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-598001314823722310?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-62728875101847299542009-06-17T14:38:00.004+01:002009-06-17T14:47:17.982+01:00Nostalgia...<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SjjyEKGv4_I/AAAAAAAABBI/zWhm4nidmDc/s1600-h/reds+and+light+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348290710748521458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SjjyEKGv4_I/AAAAAAAABBI/zWhm4nidmDc/s400/reds+and+light+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> "</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Eu queria ser pintora,prima de um Brueghel qualquer,</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">um Bosch qualquer,para pintar aquelas noites.E dias.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Saudades,por que não dizer,saudades."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">A Casa dos Budas Ditosos<br /></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-6272887510184729954?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-83972217289489044192009-06-03T21:25:00.006+01:002009-06-07T20:08:44.735+01:00E se...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/Sibl_Qc819I/AAAAAAAABBA/KB36f54zn-g/s1600-h/IMG_0453-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343210882832586706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/Sibl_Qc819I/AAAAAAAABBA/KB36f54zn-g/s400/IMG_0453-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">E <span style="color:#cc66cc;">se </span>de repente</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">se <span style="color:#cc66cc;">ouvissem</span> os pensamentos...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Se as bocas se <span style="color:#cc66cc;">cerrassem</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">E ficássemos <span style="color:#ff99ff;">sem voz...?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Se as <span style="color:#cc66cc;">mascaras </span>caíssem...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">E a <span style="color:#cc66cc;">verdade</span> ficasse exposta?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Um dia a <span style="color:#ff99ff;">ouvir </span>pensamentos...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Aguentariamos </span>a verdade absoluta</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Do que pensam os <span style="color:#ff99ff;">outros</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ou do que pensamos <span style="color:#ff99ff;">nós?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Aguentariamos um dia só de <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pensamentos</span>?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Um dia de verdades ditas</span> <span style="color:#cc66cc;">sem voz?</span></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Do poema <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Sem Voz</span> autor desconhecido</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-8397221728948904419?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-44697939619478463152009-05-21T17:06:00.008+01:002009-06-03T21:52:03.535+01:00You only live once...<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/ShV947kT1JI/AAAAAAAABAw/HOQJvG6N4OA/s1600-h/the+socks-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338311350333723794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/ShV947kT1JI/AAAAAAAABAw/HOQJvG6N4OA/s400/the+socks-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Maria Madalena arrependida</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Maria Madalena esperou arrependida</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Do gesto que <span style="color:#ff99ff;">não fez</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Da palavra que <span style="color:#ff99ff;">não proferiu</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Do impulso que<span style="color:#ff99ff;"> reprimiu</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Para não <span style="color:#ff99ff;">ser tentação.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">E <span style="color:#ff99ff;">sozinha </span>ficou Maria Madalena</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Gesto esboçado <span style="color:#ff99ff;">fechado </span>na mão</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Palavra <span style="color:#ff99ff;">presa</span> debaixo da lingua</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Impulso,soluço,<span style="color:#ff99ff;">não </span>tentação.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ah pobre e <span style="color:#ff99ff;">injustiçada</span> Maria Madalena</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Que lembram arrependida da vida de <span style="color:#ff99ff;">devassidão</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">E que eu lembro chorando triste e <span style="color:#ff99ff;">sozinha</span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">Arrependendo-se</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Não da profissão que exerceu.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Mas sim</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">De não ter cedido à tentação. </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Auotor desconhecido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-4469793961947846315?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-60627262940554287472009-05-12T23:16:00.006+01:002009-05-13T00:00:55.888+01:00You already have...<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335075513981879666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/Sgn-6dzGRXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/OcRkDbiM5Iw/s400/roses+r+red.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I could corrupt you in a heartbeat...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-6062726294055428747?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-43132679405489036892009-05-10T19:36:00.009+01:002009-05-11T17:03:16.770+01:00Faz sentido...?<span style="font-size:85%;">White picket fence and apple pie,what a great way to disguise the devil inside...<br />Eufemismo hipócrita ...?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Esta senhora de vez em quando sai-se com cada uma... Britney Spears maluca...?Uma questão de encontrar metodo na loucura..Este video é delicioso,bela critica!A letra não tem nada de profundo(afinal é Britney Spears) mas simplesmente indica a presença dum alter ego bem disfarçado...nada mais!:)<br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">"can't you see what I see</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">love me hate me</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">say what you want about me</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">but all of the boys</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">and all the girls</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">are begging to</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">If you seek Amy</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">oh can't you see what I see... "</span><br /><br />Não esquecer de ler o titulo bem rapido :</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">I<span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">F</span> yo<span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">U</span> see<span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)">.k</span> A.my...<span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">faz sentido?</span></span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Que brincalhona esta senhora...</span><br /><object height="345" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/wOvwsu7RfR/aus=false/pv=2"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/wOvwsu7RfR/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="345" width="400"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/djblackbear1968/video/90Y8DVwp/britney-spears-if-you-seek-amy-music-video/">If You Seek Amy - Britney Spears</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-4313267940548903689?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-71912368288053926962009-04-22T19:36:00.008+01:002009-05-01T22:35:49.130+01:00Promessas...<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SfDoQUjBa-I/AAAAAAAAAyI/kX-x0nFaWHI/s1600-h/e-zine+048-4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328013726270450658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SfDoQUjBa-I/AAAAAAAAAyI/kX-x0nFaWHI/s400/e-zine+048-4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Discurso da<span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)">desobediência </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"><br /></span></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255);font-size:180%;" >Prometo</span> ser desobediente<br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">E contestar todas as regras<br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Que não entenda,que não apreenda</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Que não me expliquem</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">E que interfiram com a minha liberdade.<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255);font-size:180%;" >Prometo</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"> </span>ser inconformada</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Se ser conforme for assumir formas</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Que não a minha<br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">E conformada for aceitar<br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">A imposição e aborrecimento duma rotina.<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255);font-size:180%;" >Prometo</span> ser mal-educada</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"> E mandar á merda quem me disser:</span><br /></div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">Sê conformada,tem paciência</span></span><br /></div><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"></span></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"><span style="font-size:130%;">A vida é isto,a vida é assim.</span></span></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" > </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255);font-size:180%;" >Prometo</span> ser inconveniente</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Se a conveniência não me servir</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">E conveniência for conivência</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Aceitação,anulação e conformismo.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Ninguem nasce de trela e mordaça</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Portanto,eu</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Prometo ser eu!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Desobediente,inconveniente</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Inconformada,mal-educada</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">E mandar à merda vida e regras</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Quando e se me apetecer.<br /><br />Poema do livro Encandescente<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-7191236828805392696?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-15300679239298507502009-04-14T23:11:00.005+01:002009-04-15T11:03:06.501+01:00<div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"> One day,I am going to take a walk</span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;">in my favorite pair of boots</span></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SeUKtnDVqhI/AAAAAAAAAyA/WF6EJpDB5FM/s1600-h/more+boots+006-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324673913128856082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 262px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SeUKtnDVqhI/AAAAAAAAAyA/WF6EJpDB5FM/s400/more+boots+006-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> and nothing else...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-1530067923929850750?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-65841910272930220702009-04-01T22:35:00.010+01:002009-04-02T16:31:14.675+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SdTZHxyxPPI/AAAAAAAAAuY/N8OW4S2Yat4/s1600-h/rose++series-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320115787479989490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SdTZHxyxPPI/AAAAAAAAAuY/N8OW4S2Yat4/s400/rose++series-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SdPeTfLghzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/9-nE-xOJ8Is/s1600-h/rose++series.jpg"></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"></span><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">A<span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"> pressa</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">com que te despes</span> </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </div></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" >Nem</span> na <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" >alma</span> te apetece</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" >qualquer veste</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">A pressa</span></span><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">com que te despes</span> </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </div></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" ></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" >Até da<span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:130%;" > carne</span> e da <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" >pele</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">se pudesses</span> </span></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></div></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Nudez de<br /></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)">David Mourão-Ferreira</span></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left">O corpo e o espirito estão frequentemente em oposição,muitas vezes não têm os mesmos prazeres ou necessidades.O que alimenta o corpo não alimenta o espirito.O corpo limitado no espaço e no tempo,o espirito livre ...ai,se eu pudesse...até da carne e da pele...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-6584191027293022070?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-48846492111549093832009-03-13T23:27:00.005Z2009-03-14T23:05:05.659Z<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SbrsKoJ9XwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/dMhbNab3i_I/s1600-h/sexy+thing+fshop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312818377758957314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SbrsKoJ9XwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/dMhbNab3i_I/s400/sexy+thing+fshop.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> How can I do what's <span style="color:#ffccff;">right</span>...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"> when all I wanna do is <span style="color:#ffccff;">wrong</span></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-4884649211154909383?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-88411858602992104872009-02-17T21:28:00.011Z2009-04-15T21:38:55.085+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312815724177170946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SbrpwKywogI/AAAAAAAAAtY/L6nLcN2gkZg/s400/t1707846.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993399;">Paladar dos Sentidos<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Pegue-se</span></span> <span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:85%;">em mel natural em canela e açafrã</span>o</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Faça-se</span> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">um licor de sabor do</span> <span style="color:#993399;">coração<br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Agite-se</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">devagar<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Em <span style="color:#ff99ff;">lume </span>brando<br /></span></span><span style="color:#ffccff;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">E quente<span style="font-size:85%;"> sirva-se á </span>boca</span> </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">a </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">desejar<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">Mel de</span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">amor</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">,</span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">filtro de deleitar<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">O</span> <span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;">sabor</span> </span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:85%;">do mel é so um<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">Abelha<br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;">A </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">boca</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">baunilha<br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Rodopia<br /></span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ao doce baile da mão</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">Por a</span> </span><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;">beijar<br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;">O </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">mel é para fazer</span> <span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;">doce</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">De silêncio<br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;">Em beijo</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">abrasado<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Saboreia-se</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">lento em taça<br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;">A duas mãos</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">agarrada<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Com</span> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">açúcar </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">em ponto<br /></span></span><span style="color:#cccccc;">dentro<br /></span><br />Ana Mafalda Leite</div><div align="center">Foto tirada de olhares.com</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-8841185860299210487?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858544717918101398.post-39750821562986399942009-01-22T22:11:00.001Z2009-04-15T21:37:25.294+01:00"Não há normas.<br /> Todos os homens são excepçoes a uma regra que não existe. "<br /><br /> Fernando Pessoa<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SXjxlUGm87I/AAAAAAAAAIE/upx7m0AxlBQ/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294246985327899570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq-qCIv00Bk/SXjxlUGm87I/AAAAAAAAAIE/upx7m0AxlBQ/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Foto tirada de olhares.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858544717918101398-3975082156298639994?l=akrasialways.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akrasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700200891277846040noreply@blogger.com0