tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372663348082767682012-02-16T13:41:46.101-07:00Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.comBlogger2341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-51558785957364135992009-05-18T16:43:00.001-07:002009-05-18T16:43:39.624-07:00Oh the wind whistles down<br />The cold dark street tonight<br />And the people they were dancing to the music vibe<br />And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair<br />While the shy tormented youth sit away over there<br />And the songs they get louder<br />Each one better than before<br /><br />Chorus 2x<br />And you're singing the songs<br />Thinking this is the life<br />And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size<br />Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?<br />Where you gonna sleep tonight?<br /><br />Where you gonna sleep tonight?<br /><br />So you're heading down the road in your taxi for four<br />And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door<br />But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four<br />So you're sitting there with nothing to do<br />Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew<br />And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight<br /><br /><br />Where you're gonna sleep tonight?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5155878595736413599?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-33683057468284998602009-02-10T17:50:00.000-07:002009-02-10T18:13:34.312-07:00Cruel to the eye<br />I see the way he makes you smile<br />Cruel to the eye<br />Watching him hold what used to be mine<br /><br />Why did I lie<br />Why did I walk away to find Ooh why<br />Ooh why<br /><br />And I can't breathe easy<br />I cant sleep at night<br />Until your by my side<br />No I can't breathe easy<br />I cant dream you had another dream without you lying next to me<br />There's no way<br /><br />Crushed me inside<br />For every word that caused you to cry<br />Crushed me inside<br />I wont forget, no I wont baby I<br />Don't know why<br />(Don't know why)<br />I left the one I was looking to find<br /><br />Ooh why<br />Ooh why<br /><br />WHY<br /><br />I can't breathe easy<br />I cant sleep at night<br />Until your by my side<br />No I can't breathe easy<br />(Breathe easy)<br />I cant dream you had another dream without you lying next to me, there's no way<br />No I can't breathe easy<br />I cant dream you had another dream without you lying next to me, there's no way<br /><br />Out of my mind<br />Nothing makes sense anymore<br />I want you back in my life<br />That's all I'm breathing for<br />Ooh I<br />Tell me why<br />Ooh Tell me why<br />I cant dream you had another dream without you lying next to me, there's no way<br /><br />no no no no no I can't breathe easy<br />I cant sleep at night<br />Until you're by my side<br />Yeah<br />I Can't breathe easy<br />No I<br />I can't dream you had another dream without you lying next to me, there's no way<br />There's no way<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3368305746828499860?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-41839515382064775752009-02-10T17:42:00.002-07:002009-02-10T17:49:11.392-07:00Neste momento...<br /><br />Quero encontrar a miha paz.. o meu mundo<br /><br />Não quero ouvir nada nem ninguém....<br /><br />Não quero amar...<br /><br />Não quero sorrir...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4183951538206477575?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-63570195428622847332009-02-09T16:46:00.000-07:002009-02-09T16:47:29.335-07:00I'm staring out into the night,<br />Trying to hide the pain.<br />I'm going to the place where love<br />And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.<br />And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.<br /><br />I'm going home,<br />Back to the place where I belong,<br />And where your love has always been enough for me.<br />I'm not running from.<br />No, I think you got me all wrong.<br />I don't regret this life I chose for me.<br />But these places and these faces are getting old<br />So I'm going home.<br />Well I'm going home.<br /><br />The miles are getting longer, it seems,<br />The closer I get to you.<br />I've not always been the best man or friend for you.<br />But your love, remains true.<br />And I don't know why.<br />You always seem to give me another try.<br /><br />So I'm going home,<br />Back to the place where I belong,<br /><br />And where your love has always been enough for me.<br />I'm not running from.<br />No, I think you got me all wrong.<br />I don't regret this life I chose for me.<br />But these places and these faces are getting old.<br /><br />Be careful what you wish for,<br />'Cause you just might get it all.<br />You just might get it all,<br />And then some you don't want.<br />Be careful what you wish for,<br />'Cause you just might get it all.<br />You just might get it all, yeah.<br /><br />Oh, well I'm going home,<br />Back to the place where I belong,<br />And where your love has always been enough for me.<br />I'm not running from.<br />No, I think you got me all wrong.<br />I don't regret this life I chose for me.<br />But these places and these faces are getting old.<br />I said these places and these faces are getting old.<br />So I'm going home.<br /><br /><em><em>DAUGHTRY</em><br /> home</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-6357019542862284733?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-89015171948962531992009-01-19T17:01:00.002-07:002009-01-19T17:24:01.040-07:00A nossa vida será longa...<br />O nosso caminho está interligado...<br />O nosso coração está unido...<br /><br />Despertaste os meus sentidos...os meus sentimentos...<br /><br />Amo-te loucamente...<br />Quero-te para sempre...<br /><br />Sei que o meu destinos és TU...<br /><br />Não tenho medo dos obstáculos...das amarguras da vida...<br />Contigo sou forte...<br /><br />Quero escrever contigo os capitulos deste livro...da nossa história...da nossa vida<br /><br />Quero proteger-te...amar-te...<br /><br />Sei que o meu Destino és Tu...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8901517194896253199?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-464300292036087872009-01-18T15:21:00.002-07:002009-01-18T15:31:32.024-07:00Queria voar pelas nuvens....<br />Rasgar os céus com os meus pensamentos...<br /><br />O meu tempo é longo...<br />Consigo sentir o vento a tocar nas minhas faces...<br /><br />Às vezes tenho medo...<br />Mas sou forte...<br />A verdade é a minha aliada...<br /><br />Não preciso de ajuda...<br /><br />Consigo sobreviver...<br /><br />Mesmo que não consiga voar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-46430029203608787?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-39034701937672788682009-01-15T16:14:00.003-07:002009-01-15T16:21:30.896-07:00Voltei...<br />Não tenham medo...<br /><br />Saí das trevas...<br />Saí do fundo, da escuridão...<br /><br />A luz brilhará com intensidade...<br />A paz reinará...<br /><br />Quem sou!?<br />Não sei...<br /><br />Só sei que ressuscitei...<br /><br />Não vou controlar o mundo..<br />Nem matar monstros...<br /><br />Vou tentar viver sem esconder-me do mal....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3903470193767278868?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-34831064816264931682008-11-27T08:19:00.002-07:002008-11-27T08:40:20.058-07:00Quiero sentir tu cuerpo...<br />esta noche soy tuya y tu es mío...<br /><br />Nuestra felicidad es la mejor cosa que tengo<br />Tu amor es el camiño de las galaxias...<br /><br />Estoy aquí...<br /><br />Quiero darte cariño y amor...<br />Mi boca quiere sentir tus labios...<br /><br />AMOTE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3483106481626493168?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-88703712409054542512008-10-21T07:43:00.000-07:002008-10-21T07:46:01.301-07:00Queres saber como eu te amo? <br /><br />Amo-te assim...Amo-te sem medo...<br />Amo-te com um sentimento real.. com tintas numa tela pintada.. pintadas<br />pelo poeta quando fala de amor... Amo-te como uma dança envolvente que só nós os dois ouvimos e sentimos...Amo-te assim... tua maneira de ser...a tua dedicação... Amo-te quando me olhas e que me dizes.... "amo-te"...Amo-te com tuas<br />fraquezas...Amo-te com tuas forças...tuas derrotas e tuas vitorias..Amo-te assim... quando, em minha solidão te sinto dentro de mim.. <br /><br />Amo-te como um campo de Girassois ama o Sol...<br />Amo-te ao amanhecer como chuva de inverno ama a janela do nosso quarto...o som da vida .. No aroma que paira no ar...Nos pingos da chuva ...No brilho do sol...no despertar da vida ...Na carícia do vento..<br /><br />Como vês, Amo-te assim... sem sonhos e sem ilusões: ..<br />Amo-te no acontecer da vida... e simplesmente...Amo-te assim...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8870371240905454251?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-23571418266846647882008-10-21T07:39:00.003-07:002008-10-21T07:42:35.399-07:00Hola!!<br /><br />Sei que tenho estado muito ausente.<br /><br />Mas não tenho tido muita inspiração para escrever...<br /><br />A mente precisa de descanso.<br /><br />Felizmente as férias estão à porta.<br /><br />Vou até Nova Iorque...aproveitar para relaxar e fazer umas compras.<br /><br />Se alguém quiser encomendar algo, basta dizer...<br /><br /><br />beijinhos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2357141826684664788?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-22187499024460136842008-09-16T15:22:00.001-07:002008-09-16T15:25:06.510-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SNAyFVkbjEI/AAAAAAAAASI/uwdexnP1sfo/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SNAyFVkbjEI/AAAAAAAAASI/uwdexnP1sfo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246748633157307458" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2218749902446013684?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-55967788296182471112008-09-16T15:16:00.002-07:002008-09-16T15:21:30.198-07:00Há dias em que me sinto só...<br />Sinto que fui posta de parte por mim e por todos...<br />Esqueci-me das minhas alegrais, dos meus problemas...<br />Aniquilei-me...<br /><br />Se desaparecesse...ninguém daria por nada.<br /><br />Queria fechar os olhos e sentir paz, nem que fosse por uns minutos.<br /><br />Sinto que sou a base de tudo e de todos...<br />Mas, não me sinto forte para aguentar comigo mesma.<br /><br />Talvez um dia possa respirar fundo e pensar que "tudo" isto não passou de um pesadelo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5596778829618247111?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-58850222406210564552008-09-10T13:24:00.000-07:002008-09-10T13:27:42.270-07:00It's been about a month and twenty days...<br />And were going round and round playing silly games...<br />Now your saying, slow it down, not right now...<br />Then you wink at me and walk away..<br /><br />Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...<br />Oh no, don't go...<br />Touching and teasing me, telling me no...<br />But this time I need to feel you...<br /><br />(Ride it) were all alone...<br />(Ride it) just loose control...<br />(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...<br />(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...<br /><br />(Ride it) turn the lights down low...<br />(Ride it) from head to toe...<br />(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...<br />(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...<br /><br />(Let me feel you)<br /><br />It's been about a month and twenty days...<br />And were going round and round playing silly games...<br />Now your saying, slow it down, not right now...<br />Then you wink at me and walk away...<br /><br />Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...<br />Oh no, don't go...<br />Touching and teasing me, telling me no...<br />But this time I need to feel you...<br /><br /><br />(Ride it) were all alone...<br />(Ride it) just loose control...<br />(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...<br />(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...<br /><br />(Ride it) turn the lights down low...<br />(Ride it) from head to toe...<br />(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...<br />(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...<br /><br />It's been about a month and twenty days...<br />And were going round and round playing silly games...<br />Now your saying, slow it down, not right now...<br />Then you wink at me and walk away..<br /><br />Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...<br />Oh no, don't go..<br />Touching and teasing me, telling me no...<br />But this time I need to feel you...<br /><br /><br /><em>JAY SEAN</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5885022240621056455?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-91514673991897545262008-09-02T14:14:00.002-07:002008-09-02T14:34:01.827-07:00Quem és tu?<br />Não te conheço...<br /><br />Porquê que não sais da minha cabeça.<br />Penso em ti todas os dias, todas as noites...<br />Consomes a minha vida.<br /><br />Tenho pena de ti...<br />és tudo para mim...<br />ou será que estou confusa???<br /><br />Sabes quem sou?<br /><br />Sabes da minha existência?!<br /><br />Queria mudar o destino...<br />Queria que tudo fosse diferente...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-9151467399189754526?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-10354661682857657062008-08-27T08:29:00.002-07:002008-08-27T08:33:24.498-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SLVzGrZJloI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2NB3yz_b038/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SLVzGrZJloI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2NB3yz_b038/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239220300080060034" /></a<br /><br /><br />Foi no dia 27 de Agosto de 2007 que inicei o meu estágio....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-1035466168285765706?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-4489088830390133652008-08-22T03:25:00.003-07:002008-08-22T03:49:09.601-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SK6WZL7nU9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/WwLFZ6bqPO4/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SK6WZL7nU9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/WwLFZ6bqPO4/s320/DSC01331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237288776122192850" /></a><br />Olá queridos leitores,<br /><br />Como estão?<br /><br />Comigo está tudo bem...<br /><br />Infelizmente as férias estão a terminar, mas guardo comigo boas recordações destas últimas três semanas. Diverti-me imenso, descansei ao máximo...Estou em forma para começar a trabalhar.<br /><br />Bem, por agora fico por aqui...vou aproveitar os últimos dias de férias<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-448908883039013365?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-59713604244224170472008-07-16T05:53:00.002-07:002008-07-16T05:58:17.173-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SH3vwwluerI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xDi5tT4YKUU/s1600-h/minas_3fashion.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SH3vwwluerI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xDi5tT4YKUU/s320/minas_3fashion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223594763775539890" /></a><br /><br />Adoro o meu novo look...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5971360424422417047?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-71271714560698849482008-07-08T13:46:00.002-07:002008-07-08T13:54:33.219-07:00A Aldeia está em festa...<br />As crianças, os homens, as mulheres...o cão, o gato...todos rumam à praça central...<br /><br />A noite está quente...<br />O cheiro a pipocas paira no ar...<br /><br />A música é alegre...<br /><br />Todos dançam...todos cantam...<br /><br />Como é bom sentir toda esta felicidade...<br /><br />Quero que a noite não termine...quero viver esta festa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-7127171456069884948?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-54571318931828196432008-07-08T13:43:00.002-07:002008-07-08T13:46:08.028-07:00Esquece o que se passou...<br />Não chores mais...<br />Ninguém te ajudará...<br /><br />Levanta a cabeça...<br />um dia verás que nada valeu a pena...<br />Apenas foram dias, meses, anos em vão...<br /><br />Rasga, queima todas as recordações...<br />Nada existiu...nada existe...<br /><br />As lembranças são parasitas da tua mente...<br />Um dia verás que nada valeu a pena...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5457131893182819643?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-26114693215403720912008-07-08T13:37:00.002-07:002008-07-08T13:41:05.008-07:00La lluvia <br />cuando caía <br />allá lejos, <br />en mi tierra... <br /><br />era un momento muy mágico, <br />en que por horas quedaba <br />en la ventana observando <br /><br />los dibujos que ella hacía <br />al resbalar por el vidrio; <br /><br />cuantos ángeles, <br /><br />pajaritos, <br /><br />ramos de flores <br /><br />yo vi. <br /><br /> <br />Si mucho frío <br />hacía, <br />con mis dedos en la escarcha, <br /><br />dibujaba <br />lindos sueños. <br /><br />Me pregunto casi siempre, <br />- por qué hoy ya no veo <br /><br />las imágenes de antes, <br />si la lluvia continúa <br />visitando mi ventana? <br /> <br />Por qué no dibujo, <br />los lindos sueños <br /><br />que tuve? <br /><br />Será que de tan soñados <br />Se perdieron <br /><br />En el tiempo... <br />o realidad <br />se volvieron?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2611469321540372091?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-63384526732999127932008-07-08T13:30:00.002-07:002008-07-08T13:36:08.613-07:00São 21h30m...<br />o quarto está quente...<br />abro a janela...sinto a frisa no meu rosto queimado...<br />contemplo o céu...está estrelado...está lindo...<br /><br />viajo nos meus pensamentos loucos...<br />queria estar longe daqui...<br />não sei bem onde...<br />talvez numa praia deserta...<br />nos Alpes...<br />numa cidade perdida do mundo...<br />não sei...o que sei é que queria estar longe...<br /><br />regresso à minha vida...<br />saio da janela...<br /><br />volto para o quarto quente...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-6338452673299912793?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-19907059107953627112008-07-07T13:36:00.001-07:002008-07-07T13:36:40.498-07:00When your day is long and the night<br />The night is yours alone<br />When you're sure you've had enough of this life<br />Well hang on<br />Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries<br />and everybody hurts, sometimes ...<br /><br />Sometimes everything is wrong,<br />Now it's time to sing along<br />When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)<br />If you feel like letting go (hold on)<br />If you think you've had too much of this life<br />Well hang on<br /><br />'Cause everybody hurts<br />Take comfort in your friends<br />Everybody hurts<br />Don't throw your hands, oh no<br />Don't throw your hands<br />If you feel like you're alone<br />no, no, no, you're not alone<br /><br />If you're on your own in this life<br />The days and nights are long<br />When you think you've had too much<br />of this life, to hang on<br /><br />Well everybody hurts,<br />sometimes, everybody cries,<br />And everybody hurts ...<br />sometimes<br />But everybody hurts sometimes<br />So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,<br />hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on<br /><br /><em>Everybody hurts<br />You're not alone</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-1990705910795362711?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-58454344481237548962008-07-07T13:24:00.000-07:002008-07-07T13:25:19.373-07:00This town is cooler now<br />I think it's sick of us<br />It's time to make our move<br />I'm shakin' off the rust<br />I've got my heart set on anywhere but here<br />I'm staring down myself, counting up the years<br />Steady hands just take the wheel<br />Every glance is killing me<br />Time to make on elast appeal for the life I lead<br /><br />Stop and stare<br />I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere<br />Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared<br />But I've become what I can't be<br />Stop and stare<br />You start to wonder why you're here not there<br />And you'd give anything to get what's fair<br />But fair ain't what you really need<br />Oh, can you see what I see<br /><br />They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push<br />Untie the weight tags I never thought I could<br />Steady feet don't fail me now,<br />I'm gonna run till you can't walk<br />But something pulls my focus out, and I'm standing down.<br /><br />Stop and stare<br />I think I'm moving but I go nowhere<br />Yeah, I know that everyone get scared<br />But I've become what I can't be<br />Stop and stare<br />You start to wonder why you're here not there<br />And you'd give anything to get what's fair<br />But fair ain't what you really need<br />Oh, you don't need<br /><br />Stop and stare<br />I think I'm moving but I go nowhere<br />Yeah, I know that everyone get scared<br />But I've become what I can't be<br />Oh, do you see what I see.<br /><em><br />OneRepublic - Stop And Stare</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5845434448123754896?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-90847873238742070592008-07-07T13:21:00.000-07:002008-07-07T13:22:24.657-07:00I have given, I have given and got none<br />Still I'm driven by something I can't explain<br />It's not a cross, it is a choice<br />I cannot help but hear his voice<br />I only wish that I could listen without shame<br /><br />Let it rain, let it rain on me<br />Let it rain, oh let it rain<br />Let it rain on me<br /><br />I have been a witness to the perfect crime<br />I Wipe the grin off of my face to hide the blame<br />It isn't worth the tears you cry<br />To have a perfect alibi<br />Now I'm beaten at the hands of my own game<br /><br />Let it rain, let it rain on me<br />Let it rain, oh let it rain<br />Let it rain on me<br /><br />It isn't easy to be kind<br />With all these demons in my mind<br />I only hope one day I'll be free<br /><br />I do my best not to complain<br />My face is dirty from the strain<br />I only hope one day I'll come clean<br /><br />Rain, let it rain on me<br />Let it rain, oh let it rain<br />Let it rain on me<br /><br />Come take my hand<br />We can walk to the light<br />And without fear<br />We can see through the darkest night<br /><br />Rain, rain on me<br />Let it rain, oh let it rain<br />Let it rain on me<br /><br /><em>Amanda Marshall- Let It Rain</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-9084787323874207059?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-91424546635358193242008-07-07T09:29:00.002-07:002008-07-07T09:30:34.211-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SHJElbsnWwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/StEsYXvaGTI/s1600-h/805847-5361-cp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SHJElbsnWwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/StEsYXvaGTI/s320/805847-5361-cp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220310327956560642" /></a><br />The Police e seus inesquecíveis sucessos encerraram o penúltimo dia do Rock in Rio Madrid, que bateu recorde de público em relação a suas edições anteriores. O grupo começou seu show com a canção Message in a bottle, tema com o qual atingiram o topo das paradas de sucesso em 1979, que foi seguida dos hits Walking on The Moon e DeDoDoDo DeDaDaDa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-9142454663535819324?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-6131904048874753392008-07-07T09:15:00.000-07:002008-07-07T09:22:47.715-07:00Tim: Andando, cantando<br />Tenho o sol à minha frente<br />Tão quente, brilhante<br />Sinto fogo à flor-da-pele<br />Tão quente<br />Beijando como se fosses tu<br /><br />Mariza: Ao longe, distante<br />Fica o mar no horizonte<br />É nele por certo<br />Onde a tua alma se esconde<br />Carente, esperando<br />Esse mar es tu<br /><br />Tim: Pode a noite ter outra cor<br />Pode o vento ser mais frio<br /><br />Os Dois: Pode a lua subir no céu<br />Eu já vou descendo o rio<br /><br />Mariza: Na voz, revolta<br /><br />Os Dois: Fecho os olhos, penso em ti<br /><br />Mariza: Tão perto, que desperto<br /><br />Os Dois: Há uma alma à minha frente<br />Tão quente<br />Beijando, por certo que és tu<br /><br />Os Dois: Pode a lua subir no céu<br />E as nuvens a noite toldar<br />Pode o escuro ser como breu<br />Acabei por te encontrar<br /><br />Mariza: Vou andando, cantando<br /><br />Os Dois: Tive o sol à minha frente<br /><br />Tim: Tão quente<br /><br />Mariza: Brilhando<br /><br />Os Dois: E a saudade me deixou<br />Para sempre<br />Por certo<br /><br />Mariza: Meu amor és tu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-613190404887475339?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-561143876015403802008-07-07T08:59:00.002-07:002008-07-07T09:07:38.325-07:00Caros leitores...<br />há quanto tempo que não escrevo...<br /><br />Esta ausência deve-se a vários factores:<br /><br />1. Fui até ao Brasil fazer uma cirugia plástica...(sim, estava farta da "casca de laranja");<br />2. Depois da recuperação, fui até Los Angeles fazer uma operação a laser...(Amiguinhos, já não sou "caixa d óculos, mas continuo a usar uma armação, pois fico com um ar super requintado)<br />3. Após, estar tantas semanas em clínicas...decidi ir até Paris fazer umas compras...tive de renovar o guarda roupa...<br />4.Para completar estas mini-férias, decidi ir até à Polinésia Francesa...<br /><br />A partir de hoje podem contar com os meus super posts...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-56114387601540380?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-990961713405736622008-05-18T13:36:00.000-07:002008-05-18T13:43:37.802-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SDCU8XZ4OZI/AAAAAAAAAME/m8anhbetTUI/s1600-h/ririo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/SDCU8XZ4OZI/AAAAAAAAAME/m8anhbetTUI/s320/ririo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201821334408542610" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-99096171340573662?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-72930266800264124282008-05-18T13:29:00.002-07:002008-05-18T13:35:44.210-07:00Não consigo aceitar a realidade...<br />Não aceito como sou...<br /><br />Não estou contente comigo...<br /><br />Queria fugir e ter paz...<br /><br />Sou perseguida por monstros, por demónios...<br /><br />Onde está a paz...onde esta a alegria de aceitar as coisas como são...<br /><br />Tento ser diferente...tento dar paz à minha mente, ao meu corpo...<br /><br />Sou escrava de mim mesma...sou rigorosa...<br />Não queria ser assim...mas, não consigo ser diferente...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-7293026680026412428?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-65698639650081668052008-05-18T13:23:00.002-07:002008-05-18T13:29:21.811-07:00As noites são escuras...<br />Os pesadelos são uma constante...<br /><br />As trevas invadem o meu caminho...<br />Não consigo ver a luz...<br /><br />Tento fugir...<br />Corro, grito...<br /><br />Sinto-me sozinha, abandonada...<br /><br />Preciso de ajuda...<br /><br />Não consigo respirar, não consigo mexer-me...<br /><br />Quero sair daqui...<br />Quero acordar...<br /><br />Onde estás...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-6569863965008166805?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-52549429361531446922008-05-18T13:19:00.002-07:002008-05-18T13:23:13.524-07:00Sinto-me perdida...<br />Não sei onde estou...não sei quem sou...<br /><br />Não me conheço...<br />é estranho e difícil de explicar...<br /><br />Tento ir à busca da verdade...<br />Tentar descobrir a essência do meu Ser...<br /><br />Não sei qual é a minha missão...o que faço ou o que irei fazer...<br /><br />Vou em busca de uma resposta...<br />Mas, não encontro...<br /><br />Talvez um dia descubra...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5254942936153144692?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-51792680652928809442008-04-26T11:50:00.002-07:002008-04-26T11:52:46.228-07:00Não sinto a dor que persegue a minha alma...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5179268065292880944?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-52441949747200480892008-04-11T13:11:00.000-07:002008-04-11T13:26:54.770-07:00<em>Yves Larock - By Your Side </em><br /><br />I'll be with you<br />If you want to<br />Whatever you know<br />No lies, it's true<br />I'll be there too<br /><br />If you need somebody<br />To care for you<br />Oh, let me be<br />The one to stay<br />The one to stand<br />Come and take my hand<br /><br /><br />Hey, don't you worry<br />Confide in me when I<br />Say not to worry<br />Cuz I'll be by your side<br /><br /><br />Whoever you be<br />See the color<br />Doesn't matter<br />You can count on me<br />All's your favor (?)<br />Let me here, girl (?)<br /><br />If you need somebody<br />To care for you<br />Oh, let me be<br />The one to stay<br />The one to stand<br />Come and take my hand<br /><br /><br />Everything gonna be alright<br />I see clearly<br />Oh, believe me<br />After darkness comes the light<br />Come on, trust me<br />Don't you worry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5244194974720048089?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-32007318056854188592008-04-09T13:21:00.000-07:002008-04-09T13:26:55.525-07:00Pride can stand<br />A thousand trials<br />The strong will never fall<br />But watching stars without you<br />My soul cried<br />Grieving heart is full of pain<br />All of the aching<br /><br />'Cause I'm kissing you, oh<br />I'm kissing you, Love<br /><br />Touch me deep<br />Pure and true<br />Gift to me forever<br /><br />'Cause I'm kissing you, oh<br />I'm kissing you, Love<br /><br />Where are you now?<br />Where are you now?<br />'Cause I'm kissing you<br />I'm kissing you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3200731805685418859?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-30438189105764352602008-04-03T07:52:00.001-07:002008-04-03T07:53:08.225-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R_TvJ_eJDpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kYipipgbPUk/s1600-h/266612810.img"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R_TvJ_eJDpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kYipipgbPUk/s320/266612810.img" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185032025946001042" /></a><br />E quem se lembra deste jantar???<br />A nossa sobrinha ainda não era nascida...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3043818910576435260?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-41658722867616552412008-04-03T07:48:00.001-07:002008-04-03T07:50:34.826-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R_TuePeJDoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hmF-pRZtZSk/s1600-h/261298609.img"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R_TuePeJDoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hmF-pRZtZSk/s320/261298609.img" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185031274326724226" /></a><br />Meninas...ainda se lembram desta maravilhosa noite na Kapital???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4165872286761655241?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-1791362665938519972008-03-28T09:19:00.002-07:002008-03-28T09:29:49.076-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-0c3veJDnI/AAAAAAAAALs/Hllzxi_7MOs/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-0c3veJDnI/AAAAAAAAALs/Hllzxi_7MOs/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182830490134580850" /></a><br />Madonna - Like A Prayer <br /><br />Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone<br />I hear you call my name<br />And it feels like home<br /><br />When you call my name it's like a little prayer<br />I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there<br />In the midnight hour I can feel your power<br />Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there<br /><br />I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing<br />I have no choice, I hear your voice<br />Feels like flying<br />I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling<br />Out of the sky, I close my eyes<br />Heaven help me<br /><br /><br />Like a child you whisper softly to me<br />You're in control just like a child<br />Now I'm dancing<br />It's like a dream, no end and no beginning<br />You're here with me, it's like a dream<br />Let the choir sing<br /><br /><br />Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there<br />Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery<br />Just like a dream, you are not what you seem<br />Just like a prayer, no choice<br />your voice can take me there<br /><br />Just like a prayer, I'll take you there<br />It's like a dream to me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-179136266593851997?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-39459646965326292832008-03-28T09:13:00.003-07:002008-03-28T09:19:41.001-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-0aYPeJDmI/AAAAAAAAALk/g0g2Ll5q6CA/s1600-h/cavalos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-0aYPeJDmI/AAAAAAAAALk/g0g2Ll5q6CA/s320/cavalos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182827749945445986" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3945964696532629283?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-60471320900158805442008-03-28T09:00:00.003-07:002008-03-28T09:12:56.939-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-0YqfeJDlI/AAAAAAAAALc/Wrw4lRyUjKw/s1600-h/relogio.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-0YqfeJDlI/AAAAAAAAALc/Wrw4lRyUjKw/s200/relogio.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182825864454803026" /></a><br />Não consigo deter o tempo...<br />Ele corre a grande velocidade...<br />Tenho medo de perder cada minuto da minha vida...<br />Tenho receio...<br />Quero aproveitar...<br />Tudo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-6047132090015880544?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-73280135505368379212008-03-26T04:33:00.003-07:002008-03-26T04:42:14.029-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-o2jfeJDkI/AAAAAAAAALU/O-F-wmMMxRk/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-o2jfeJDkI/AAAAAAAAALU/O-F-wmMMxRk/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182014304614420034" /></a><br />Quero encontrar a minha luz...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-7328013550536837921?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-22674999747580792212008-03-25T14:21:00.003-07:002008-03-27T03:41:46.815-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-ltHPeJDjI/AAAAAAAAALM/igRQlhYIpDU/s1600-h/o-barril.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-ltHPeJDjI/AAAAAAAAALM/igRQlhYIpDU/s320/o-barril.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181792817445932594" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2267499974758079221?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-29206742779189404612008-03-21T07:26:00.003-07:002008-03-21T07:34:54.235-07:00Não te preocupes se ainda não encontraste a felicidade...<br />Não vale a pena sofrer por algo que não se tem, nem se vai ter...<br />A vida é um percurso doloroso...<br />Mas,no fim haverá sempre um troféu...<br /><br />Se precisares de alguém...esse alguém sou eu..<br />O teu percurso será menos penoso...menos triste...<br />Não te preocupes...<br /><br />Um dia quando tudo terminar...<br />Ficará tudo mais claro...<br />As luzes aparecerão...<br />E a felicidade chegará...<br /><br /><br />Não te preocupes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2920674277918940461?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-2662921022149875872008-03-19T08:49:00.001-07:002008-03-19T08:56:02.220-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-E3PUcau-I/AAAAAAAAALE/iuGCT-vPfqc/s1600-h/COELHO.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R-E3PUcau-I/AAAAAAAAALE/iuGCT-vPfqc/s320/COELHO.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179481782778248162" /></a><br />Uma Santa Páscoa para todos com muitas amêndoas e coisas boas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-266292102214987587?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-39311478280956155042008-03-18T02:35:00.003-07:002008-03-18T02:45:53.084-07:00Detesto andar ansiosa...<br />Sinto que a minha alma está a "morrer" lentamente...<br />Os testes da Ordem dão comigo em doida...<br />Não consigo dormir, não consigo estar em paz...<br />Tenho um fantasma que m persegue...O medo não me larga...<br />Só de pensar no tempo que ainda terei de sofrer...fico louca...<br />Sei que terei de ter calma e que tudo irá correr pelo melhor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3931147828095615504?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-43071020012487578902008-03-14T12:27:00.002-07:002008-03-14T12:36:01.838-07:00Neste momento queria estar contigo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4307102001248757890?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-24636870788257754262008-03-13T10:19:00.001-07:002008-03-13T10:19:23.243-07:00<em>U2 - One</em> <br /><br />Is it getting better<br />Or do you feel the same?<br />Will it make it easier on you now<br />You got someone to blame?<br /><br />You say<br />One love,one life<br />When it's one need<br />In the night<br />One love<br />We get to share<br />It leaves you, darling<br />If you don't care for it<br /><br />Did I disappoint you<br />Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?<br />You act like you never had love<br />And you want me to go without<br /><br />Well, it's too late<br />Tonight<br />To drag your past out<br />Into the light<br /><br />We're one<br />But we're not the same<br />We get to carry each other<br />Carry each other<br />One<br /><br />Have you come here for forgiveness?<br />Have you come to raise the dead?<br />Have you come here to play Jesus<br />To the lepers in your head?<br /><br />Did I ask too much?<br />More than a lot?<br />You gave me nothing now<br />It's all I got<br /><br />We're one<br />But we're not the same<br />Well<br />We hurt each other<br />Then we do it again<br /><br />You say<br />Love is a temple<br />Love is a higher law<br />Love is a temple<br />Love is a higher law<br />You ask me to enter<br />But then you make me crawl<br />And I can't be holding on<br />To what you got<br />When all you got is hurt<br /><br />One love<br />One blood<br />One life you got<br />To do what you should<br />One life<br />With each other<br />Sisters, and my brothers<br /><br />One life<br />But we're not the same<br />We get to carry each other<br />Carry each other<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2463687078825775426?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-14835181914952168052008-03-13T10:11:00.000-07:002008-03-13T10:12:07.616-07:00<em>Tokio Hotel</em> <br /> <br />I'm staring at a broken door,<br />There's nothing left here anymore.<br />My room is cold,<br />It's making me insane.<br /><br />I've been waiting here so long,<br />But now the moment seems to 've come,<br />I see the dark clouds coming up again.<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Running through the monsoon,<br />Beyond the world,<br />To the end of time,<br />Where the rain won't hurt<br /><br />Fighting the storm,<br />Into the blue,<br />And when I loose myself I think of you,<br />Together we'll be running somewhere new...<br /><br />Through the monsoon.<br />Just me and you.<br /><br />A half moon's fading from my sight,<br />I see your vision in its light.<br />But now it's gone and left me so alone<br /><br />I know I have to find you now,<br />Can hear your name, I don't know how.<br />Why can't we make this darkness feel like home?<br /><br />Running through the monsoon,<br />Beyond the world,<br />To the end of time,<br />Where the rain won't hurt <br /><br />Fighting the storm,<br />Into the blue,<br />And when I loose myself I think of you,<br />Together we'll be running somewhere new...<br />And nothing can hold me back from you.<br /><br />Through the monsoon. Hey! Hey!<br /><br />BRIDGE<br />I'm fighting all this power,<br />Coming in my way<br />Let it take me straight to you,<br />I'll be running night and day.<br /><br />I'll be with you soon...<br />Just me and you.<br /><br />We'll be there soon...<br />So soon.<br /><br />Running through the monsoon,<br />Beyond the world,<br />To the end of time,<br />Where the rain won't hurt <br /><br />Fighting the storm,<br />Into the blue,<br />And when I loose myself I think of you,<br />Together we'll be running somewhere new...<br />And nothing can hold me back from you.<br /><br />Through the monsoon.<br />Through the monsoon.<br />Just me and you.<br />Through the monsoon.<br />Just me and you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-1483518191495216805?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-621481268533931152008-03-13T09:53:00.000-07:002008-03-13T10:00:45.986-07:00<em>Seal - Waiting For You </em><br /> <br />Everyday, a shade of blue<br />You won't believe<br />What I'm going through<br />It just feels like I can't afford to let myself go<br />No, oohooo no...<br /><br />Everyone is just the same<br />They touch me<br />But I can't say<br /><br />There has been no one brighter than you<br />I can't deny these things that I do<br />Feels like the world's at stake 'cause<br />I have been waiting<br />I have been waiting for you<br /><br />Heavenly, that's what you are<br />You burn in me like a shining star<br />How am I supposed to be that king without you<br />Ooohooo...it's true yea<br /><br />Everyone is just the same<br />They love me<br />But I can't say<br /><br />There has been no one brighter than you<br />I can't deny these things that I do<br />Feels like the world's at stake yeaaahh...<br />I have been waiting<br />I have been waiting for you<br /><br /><br />There has been no one brighter than you<br />I can't deny these things that I do<br />Feels like the world's at stake 'cause<br />I have been waiting<br />I have been waiting for you<br /><br />I have seen no (light) brighter than you<br />And I can't deny these things that I do<br />Feels like the world's at stake yeeaah yeah<br />I have been waiting<br />I have been waiting for you <br /><br /><br />Everyday I sit down and I feel like I'm waiting<br />For you<br />I've been waiting for you<br />For you<br /><br />I have been waiting<br />I have been waiting for you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-62148126853393115?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-40028519842710560572008-03-05T10:51:00.002-07:002008-03-05T10:56:24.220-07:00O que me espera?<br /><br />A vida é um mistério, uma página em branco...<br />Não sabemos bem como irá ser a nossa história...que final terá...e se terá final<br />Não sabemos se iremos sofrer, <br />Se a felicidade será abundante....<br />É tudo muito nubloso, muito escuro...<br />Cada hora que passa é uma vitória, porque estamos vivos,<br />Cada dia que passa é uma luta, porque queremos sempre algo mais...<br />Não estamos contentes com nada...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4002851984271056057?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-80669056715348489942008-02-24T11:28:00.003-07:002008-02-24T11:40:19.665-07:00“O amor não começa e termina do modo que pensamos. O amor é uma batalha, o amor é uma guerra; o amor é crescimento contínuo.”<br /><em>James Baldwin </em><br /><br />“Amor não é nada mais que a descoberta de nós mesmos nos outros, e o prazer deste reconhecimento.” <br /><em>Alexander Smith </em><br /><br />“Tão bom morrer de amor … e continuar vivendo.” <br /><em>Mário Quintana </em><br /><br />“Não preciso me drogar para ser um gênio; Não preciso ser um génio para ser humano; Mas preciso do teu sorriso para ser feliz.” <br /><em>Charles Chaplin </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8066905671534848994?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-29733689416161785532008-02-24T11:18:00.002-07:002008-02-24T11:25:41.030-07:00Sou narcisista...<br />Afirmação que não será aos olhos de quem me conhece uma novidade...<br />Adoro-me..<br />Amo-me<br />Não me importo o que os outros pensam de mim...<br />Gosto de ser diferente, gosto de ser uma "alma" egocêntrica, excêntrica....<br />Sei que o mundo não pode girar à minha volta, mas se tal fosse possível, detestaria, pois o que mais gosto é da minha independência, do meu espaço...Nem todos têm a sorte de entrar neste espaço (meu).<br /><br />Agora estou a cultivar a minha aparência...<br />Comecei a fazer umas sessões de solário para ter um ar mais caliente, mais saudável, mais belo...<br />Decidi, igualmente, fazer umas nuances para ter um aspecto mais leve, mais soft...<br />Estou linda e maravilhosamente como sempre...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2973368941616178553?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-48301513228007123302008-02-24T11:14:00.002-07:002008-02-24T11:18:11.947-07:00Estou a menos de um mês dos testes da Ordem...<br />Ando stressada, por vezes tento disfarçar, mas não consigo.<br />Cada dia que passa a ansiedade aumenta. Quero dar o meu melhor,dar dar o "litro"..ir até ao limite...<br />Sei que estou a exagerar, mas terá de ser assim...Só com sacrifício é que se consegue algo...<br />Por isso, terei de estudar compulsivamente....<br />O primeiro teste será de deontologia...Venha ele e os restante..<br />Ilustres Colegas Força....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4830151322800712330?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-33024030400473180372008-02-22T07:56:00.002-07:002008-02-22T07:59:54.113-07:00Por seres uma das pessoas mais importantes da minha Vida, <br />Por seres a minha melhor Amiga,<br />Amo-te Loucamente,<br />Parabéns <br />Mãezinha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3302403040047318037?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-48715143553270965542008-02-14T07:41:00.000-07:002008-02-14T07:43:07.251-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R7RTcH2Je9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/K36Woqn0cg4/s1600-h/feliz.dia.dos.namorados"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R7RTcH2Je9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/K36Woqn0cg4/s320/feliz.dia.dos.namorados" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166846415108406226" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4871514355327096554?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-1588499282826179152008-02-10T10:54:00.001-07:002008-02-10T10:56:33.443-07:00Hear my call here and everywhere <br />I've been walking the streets in despair<br />One more fire turns a shade of grey<br />One more tear is lost in the rain.<br /><br /><br />And I say that I love you I say that I need you. <br />Baby I leave you a sign of desire. <br />No shadow will haunt you no heart will desert you, <br />no one will hurt you no space and no time. <br /><------- AND instead of OR <br /><br /><br />Got to got you got to got to take your chances on me <br />like the river will lead the water to the sea <br />take on me, take your chances on me<br />Don't ever let it be Don't ever let it be<br /><br />There's a night when you close your eyes <br />around a dream that shines like the sun. <br />Everyone knows it's beautiful <br />tell me why you want to dream it alone <br /><br />And I say that I love you, I say that I need you, <br />baby I leave you the lines in my palm. <br />No darkness will get you, no heart will desert you, <br />nothing can hurt you or do you any harm. <br /><br />Got to got you got to got to take your chances on me <br />like the river will lead the water to the sea <br />take on me, take your chances on me<br />don't walk away from me, don't walk away from me...<br /><-------<br /><em>Roxette - Chances</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-158849928282617915?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-86205696786863342772008-02-10T10:26:00.000-07:002008-02-10T10:29:10.855-07:00know there's something in the wake of your smile.<br />I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.<br />You've built a love but that love falls apart.<br />Your little piece of heaven turns too dark<br />Chorus:<br />Listen to your heart when he's calling for you.<br />Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do.<br />I don't know where you're going<br />and I don't know why,<br />but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye<br /><br />Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.<br />The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.<br />They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,<br />the feeling of belonging to your dreams<br /><br />And there are voices that want to be heard.<br />So much to mention but you can't find the words.<br />The scent of magic, the beauty that's been when love<br />was wilder than the wind.<br /><br /><em>Roxette - Listen To Your Heart </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8620569678686334277?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-13395465360832692762008-02-10T10:13:00.000-07:002008-02-10T10:26:27.287-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R68xRX2Je8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lB4nsNEYgyQ/s1600-h/roxette.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R68xRX2Je8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lB4nsNEYgyQ/s320/roxette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165401472145914818" /></a><br /><br />Hoje encontrei uma caixa com discos, recortes de revistas, letras de musica dos Roxette....<br /><br />Devem estar admirados, não é?<br /><br />Com 8 anos de idade, a Tanokas era uma grande fã dos Roxette...<br /><br />Na altura só ouvia Onda Choc e Roxette... <br /><br />Adorava todas as musicas, comprava todos os discos....Completamente maluquinha.<br /><br />É nestes momentos que vejo q estou "velha"...já passaram 15 anos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-1339546536083269276?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-84732554232719876022008-02-10T09:32:00.001-07:002008-02-10T09:47:51.848-07:00"És rigorosa, inflexível, racional..."<br />"Foges dos sentimentos, tens medo de sonhar.."<br />" Vive...não tenhas medo de te magoar...não penses..age...vive!!!"<br /><br />Será que sou mesmo assim?!<br /><br />Talvez até seja verdade...<br /><br />Não!!!<br /><br />Sou mesmo assim...<br /><br />Sou muito racional...Penso sempre antes de agir...<br />A minha vida é feita só de regras...<br /><br />Será que tenho o direito de exigir tanto de mim?!<br /><br />"Tens de puxar os sentimentos"..."És a pessoa mais romântica à face da Terra."<br /><br />Não posso fugir ao que sinto, não posso fugir dos meus sonhos (apesar de achar que são ridículos)....<br /><br />Sim, vou sonhar<br />Quero sonhar...<br /><br />Qual é o mal sonhar que terei 3 filhos...<br />Q terei um marido maravilhoso...<br />E que viverei numa casa com um enorme jardim?!<br /><br />Digam-me?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8473255423271987602?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-36626833945695353952008-02-10T06:36:00.000-07:002008-02-10T06:43:29.758-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R67-Gn2Je7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/QsKklp9QVb8/s1600-h/kaizen2.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R67-Gn2Je7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/QsKklp9QVb8/s320/kaizen2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165345212369304498" /></a><br />Vou seguir os teus passos...serás um caminho...uma ajuda<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3662683394569535395?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-23702552637629964212008-02-05T11:30:00.001-07:002008-02-05T11:30:54.293-07:00Voltei aos velho tempos em que dançava ritmos latinos...<br />Foi óptimo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2370255263762996421?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-67322906505683324252008-02-05T10:54:00.000-07:002008-02-05T11:17:14.690-07:00De súbito fiquei com uma vontade de consumir...<br />Como não tenho muito para fazer decidi fazer uma lista de compras...<br /><br />I - Corpo<br /><br />1. Gel anti-celulite: Acabar de vez com a "casca de laranja";<br />2. Creme anti-esterias: não gosto de ser uma "zebra";<br />3. Creme refirmante: luta contra a "lei da gravidade";<br />4. Shampoo: fim ao "cabelo rebelde";<br />5. Máscara capilar: cabelo sempre sedoso;<br />6. Creme facial: pele sempre lisa;<br />7. Creme contorno de olhos: fim aos papos;<br />8. Óleo de massagens: massagens "sempre";<br />9. Gel de banho e exfoliante com propriedades anti-oxidantes: pele sempre saudável e fresca;<br />10. Perfume: toque "fatal";<br /><br />II - Roupa & Acessórios<br /><br />1. Camisa<br />2. Calças bem justas;<br />3. Botas D&G;<br />4. Casaco vintage;<br />5. Mala tous;<br /><br /><br />III - Comida & Suplementos<br /><br />1. Iorgurtes magros (não importa se for de origem animal)<br />2. Tofu;<br />3. Soja;<br />4. Arroz e Massa integral;<br />5. Leite de Aveia;<br />6. Fruta e Legumes variados;<br />7. Sumos;<br />8. Bolachas de sésamo;<br />9. Pão de sementes;<br />10. Queijo;<br />11. Doce de frutas;<br />12. Água mineral;<br />13. Óleo de soja;<br />14. Azeite puro;<br />15. Batidos de proteina;<br />16. Suplemento de l-carnitina;<br />17. Chá vermelho e de aveia;<br />18. Vinho tinto;<br />19. e manteiga de soja;<br /><br />IV - Casa<br /><br />1. Velas;<br />2. Manta;<br />3. Almofada.<br /><br />Penso que não me esqueci de nada...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-6732290650568332425?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-85916131905172432562008-02-03T15:25:00.000-07:002008-02-03T15:27:52.177-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R6Y_n9xfZsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_FxaGKObJD4/s1600-h/chorar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R6Y_n9xfZsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_FxaGKObJD4/s320/chorar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162883978656442050" /></a><br />She sits in her corner<br />Singing herself to sleep<br />Wrapped in all of the promises<br />That no one seems to keep<br />She no longer cries to herself<br />No tears left to wash away<br />Just diaries of empty pages<br />Feelings gone astray<br />But she will sing...<br /><br />'Til everything burns<br />While everyone screams<br />Burning their lies<br />Burning my dreams<br />All of this faith<br />And all of this pain<br />I'll burn it all down<br />As my anger reigns<br />'Til everything burns<br /><br />Walking through life unnoticed<br />Knowing that no one cares<br />Too consumed in their masquerade<br />No one sees her there<br />And still she sings...<br /><br />'Til everything burns<br />While everyone screams<br />Burning their lies<br />Burning my dreams<br />All of this faith<br />And all of this pain<br />I'll burn it all down<br />As my anger reigns<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8591613190517243256?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-88697048525049454422008-02-03T14:56:00.000-07:002008-02-03T15:30:40.399-07:00Lembras-te das nossas conversas?<br />das tardes à lareira...<br /><br />sempre que dizia que queria ser juiza<br />tu sorrias carinhosamente para mim....<br /><br />Contigo as noites de verão eram eternas...<br /><br />sinto saudades dos tempos em que fomos felizes, <br />sinto saudades do que vivi contigo..<br /><br />Hoje guardo os teus conselhos...<br /><br />Hoje guardo o teu olhar, o teu sorriso..<br /><br />Sei que estás bem...<br /><br />sinto...<br /><br />apesar da vida nos separar...<br /><br />sei que um dia estaremos de novo juntos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8869704852504945442?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-79777944635385076172008-02-03T14:46:00.000-07:002008-02-03T14:55:11.842-07:00Sou prisionareira da perfeição...<br />não comer, não respirar..não viver?!<br />Será que são os meios para atingir os fins?<br />mas que fins?!<br />Que meios?!<br /><br />A loucura não tem justificação..<br />o medo não é razão para fugir da razão...<br /><br />Perder-me da vida é como morrer...<br />mas, morta já estou há muito tempo...<br /><br />a perfeição mata-me a cada segundo...a cada minuto...<br />deixar de fazer o que gosto é um suicídio...<br />uma morte lenta sem fim...sem luz...<br /><br />Talvez um dia consiga acordar...viver...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-7977794463538507617?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-16830764532160816462008-02-03T14:36:00.000-07:002008-02-03T14:44:59.292-07:00Chego a casa...<br />Tiro o casaco...<br />descalço os sapatos...<br />Vou à cozinha...deito leite no prato do gato...<br />abro frigorífico...<br />olho...nada me agrada..<br />percorro a casa...<br />o silêncio é constante...<br />não está ninguém...<br />sou eu e o gato...<br />O vazio, o escuro...assustam-me...<br />ligo a televisão...<br />desligo...<br />Não consigo viver nesta solidão...<br />começo a falar sozinha...<br />mas, depressa perco a vontade...<br />abro a cama...<br />deito-me...<br />e tento adormecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-1683076453216081646?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-82185018419248728202008-02-02T12:38:00.001-07:002008-02-02T12:38:31.860-07:00Let me watch by the fire and remember my days<br />And it may be a trick of the firelight<br />But the flickering pages that trouble my sight<br />Is a book I'm afraid to write<br /><br />It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life<br />And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife<br />And it's all there to see as the section reveals<br />There's some sorrow in every life<br /><br />If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze<br />Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days<br />I'm still forced to remember,<br />Remember the words of my life<br /><br />There are promises broken and promises kept<br />Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept<br />There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess<br />If I lose everything that I possess<br />There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die<br />There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry<br />There are sentences served in a prison I built out of<br />lies.<br /><br />Though the pages are numbered<br />I can't see where they lead<br />For the end is a mystery no-one can read<br />In the book of my life<br /><br />There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons<br />There are pages of conflicts that nobody won<br />And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,<br />There's a page where we fail to meet<br /><br />There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be<br />planned<br />There's a chapter on god that I don't understand<br />There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if<br />I see<br /><br />Though the pages are numbered<br />I can't see where they lead<br />For the end is a mystery no-one can read<br />In the book of my life<br /><br />Now the daylight's returning<br />And if one sentence is true<br />All these pages are burning<br />And all that's left is you<br /><br />Though the pages are numbered<br />I can't see where they lead<br />For the end is a mystery no-one can read<br />In the book of my life<br /><br /> <br /><em>Sting - Book Of My Life</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8218501841924872820?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-49576113346208535802008-02-02T12:31:00.000-07:002008-02-02T12:34:51.187-07:00"Governo alemão recusou um pedido americano de maior envolvimento militar no Afeganistão, onde os europeus actuam no âmbito da NATO. Em resposta a uma carta do responsável do Pentágono, Robert Gates, o responsável alemão da defesa, Franz Josef Jung, esclareceu que a prioridade alemã continua a ser o norte do Afeganistão.<br /><br />"Damos a nossa contribuição de acordo com o mandato" do Bundestag (parlamento), disse Jung. Para o Governo alemão, a acção dos seus militares não está sujeita a discussão. A actividade militar da Bundeswehr tem restrições operacionais, devido a razões políticas, mas Berlim está a ser pressionada para aumentar o contingente, decisão que teria altos custos políticos.<br /><br />A carta do secretário da defesa americano foi descrita pela imprensa alemã como "invulgarmente dura". Gates pede uma mudança do mandato político e mais tropas para o sul, nomeadamente paraquedistas e helicópteros. Na sua opinião, as divisões na NATO sobre o Afeganistão "são perigosas", havendo necessidade urgente de 3200 soldados no sul, para substituir tropas americanas.<br /><br />A NATO tem 42 mil soldados no Afeganistão, metade dos quais são europeus. Outra hipótese de reforço seria a participação francesa. Paris está a estudar o seu regresso às estruturas militares da NATO."<br /><br />in Diário de Noticias<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4957611334620853580?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-20884162754090219832008-02-02T12:19:00.000-07:002008-02-02T12:26:39.235-07:00"Don't worry about a thing,<br />'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright.<br />Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,<br />'Cause every little thing gonna be alright!"<br /><br />Woke up this mornin',<br />Smiled with the risin' sun,<br />Three little birds<br />Sit by my doorstep<br />Singin' sweet songs<br />Of melodies pure and true,<br />Singin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")<br /><br />Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,<br />'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright."<br />Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,<br />'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright!"<br /><br />Rise up this mornin',<br />Smiled with the risin' sun,<br />Three little birds<br />Sit by my doorstep<br />Singin' sweet songs<br />Of melodies pure and true,<br />Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"<br /><br />Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a<br />thing, oh!<br />Every little thing is gonna be alright. Don't<br />worry!"<br />Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!<br />"'Cause every little is thing gonna be alright."<br /><br />Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,<br />'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright" - I<br />won't worry!<br />Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,<br />'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright."<br />Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!<br />'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright! <br />/fadeout/ <br /><br /><em>Bob Marley - Three Little Birds</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2088416275409021983?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-2466837773106059672008-01-28T14:09:00.000-07:002008-01-28T14:20:22.571-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R55HDNxfZlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UhjgVj2iDV8/s1600-h/Beijo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R55HDNxfZlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UhjgVj2iDV8/s400/Beijo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160640343575586386" /></a><br /><br />Bésame, bésame mucho<br />como si fuera esta noche la última vez<br />Bésame, bésame mucho<br />Quie tengo medo tenerte<br />y perderte después.<br /> <br />Bésame, bésame mucho<br />como si fuera esta noche la última vez<br />Bésame, bésame mucho<br />Quie tengo medo tenerte<br />y perderte después.<br /> <br />Quiero tenerte muy cerca,<br />mirarme en tus ojos,<br />verte junto a mi,<br />piensa que tal vez mañana<br />ya estaré muy lejos,<br />muy lejos de tí.<br /> <br />Bésame, bésame mucho<br />como si fuera esta noche la última vez<br />Bésame, bésame mucho<br />Quie tengo medo tenerte<br />y perderte después<br /><br />Quiero tenerte muy cerca,<br />mirarme en tus ojos,<br />verte junto a mi,<br />piensa que tal vez mañana<br />ya estaré muy lejos,<br />muy lejos de tí.<br /> <br />Bésame, bésame mucho<br />como si fuera esta noche la última vez<br />Bésame, bésame mucho<br />Quie tengo medo tenerte<br />y perderte después.<br /><em><br />Cesaria Evora - Besame Mucho </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-246683777310605967?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-81807094502652496182008-01-27T14:37:00.000-07:002008-01-27T14:39:12.482-07:00You're a falling star<br />You're the getaway car<br />You're the line in the sand<br />When I go to far<br />You're the swimming pool<br />On an august day<br />And you're the perfect thing to see<br />And you play it coy but it's kinda cute<br />Oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do<br />Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true<br />Cause you can see it when I look at you<br /><br />And in this crazy life<br />And through these crazy times<br />It's you<br />It's you<br />You make me sing<br />You're every line<br />You're every word<br />You're everything<br /><br />You're a carousel<br />You're a wishing well<br />And you light me up<br />When you ring my bell<br />You're a mystery<br />You're from outer space<br />You're every minute of my every day<br /><br />And I can't believe that i'm your man<br />And I get to kiss you baby just because I can<br />Whatever comes our way<br /><br />We'll see it through<br />And you know that's what our love can do<br /><br />And in this crazy life<br />And through these crazy times<br />It's you<br />It's you<br />You make me sing<br />You're every line<br />You're every wordAnd in this crazy life<br />And through these crazy times<br />It's you<br />It's you<br />You make me sing<br />You're every line<br />You're every word<br />You're everything...<br /><br />You're every song<br />And i sing along<br />Cause you're my everything<br /><br /><em>Michael Bublé - Everything</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8180709450265249618?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-70424032339504016842008-01-27T14:34:00.001-07:002008-01-27T14:35:08.478-07:00"É preciso impor a si mesmo algumas metas para se ter a coragem de alcançá-las."<br /><em>Benito Mussolini</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-7042403233950401684?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-90065038442514798652008-01-27T14:32:00.001-07:002008-01-27T14:32:51.294-07:00"Sábio é aquele que conhece os limites da própria ignorância."<br /><em>Sócrates</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-9006503844251479865?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-74294204393842504892008-01-27T14:22:00.000-07:002008-01-27T14:29:50.269-07:00"A esperança é o derradeiro mal; é o pior dos males, porquanto prolonga o tormento."<br /><em>Friedrich Nietzsche</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-7429420439384250489?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-69126928954633568482008-01-26T06:59:00.000-07:002008-01-26T07:06:51.377-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R5s9ZNxfZiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uUvS5sn1bT4/s1600-h/LEDGE.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R5s9ZNxfZiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uUvS5sn1bT4/s320/LEDGE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159785301486298658" /></a><br />A morte assusta-me bastante...<br />Por vezes tenho medo de não conseguir concretizar os meus objectivos...<br />Por isso, todo o tipo de morte arrepia-me, choca-me...<br />Não acreditei quando soube que Heath Ledger tinha falecido...<br />Uma pessoa jovem,com sonhos por realizar...<br />Foi uma morte "estúpida" e antecipada....<br />Por acreditar que há algo melhor depois da vida terrena...espero que ele tenha a paz que merece...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-6912692895463356848?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-9285999739077037172008-01-19T12:58:00.000-07:002008-01-19T13:04:34.846-07:00Gostas de mim?<br />Tens a certeza...<br />Não sou quem tu pensas...<br />O meu ar angelical pode destruir a tua sanidade mental...<br />Queres arriscar?!<br />A sério?<br />Tens muita coragem...<br />Admiro esse teu lado...aventureiro...<br />Veremos se conseguirás aguentar...<br />Não te queixes depois<br />É um aviso<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-928599973907703717?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-84103127782636150702008-01-19T12:34:00.000-07:002008-01-19T12:36:09.510-07:00O amor é uma companhia<br /><br />O amor é uma companhia.<br />Já não sei andar só pelos caminhos,<br />Porque já não posso andar só.<br />Um pensamento visível faz-me andar mais depressa<br />E ver menos, e ao mesmo tempo gostar bem de ir vendo tudo.<br /><br />Mesmo a ausência dela é uma coisa que está comigo.<br />E eu gosto tanto dela que não sei como a desejar.<br />Se a não vejo, imagino-a e sou forte como as árvores altas.<br />Mas se a vejo tremo, não sei o que é feito do que sinto na ausência dela.<br /><br />Todo eu sou qualquer força que me abandona.<br />Toda a realidade olha para mim como um girassol com a cara dela no meio.<br /><br /> <em>Alberto Caeiro</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8410312778263615070?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-6663768794752437442008-01-19T12:27:00.000-07:002008-01-19T12:31:51.054-07:00Quando o mundo parar é porque morri...<br />Quando as flores murcharem foi porque deixei-te de amar...<br />Quando chorar foi porque me mentiste...<br />Não quero pensar nisso...<br />prefiro sonhar...<br />tentar viver na felicidade plena...<br />onde tudo é maravilhoso...<br />as pessoas são boas e que m amas...<br />Talvez assim valha a pena viver...<br />sem medos, sem receios...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-666376879475243744?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-53317891340931061732008-01-13T13:30:00.000-07:002008-01-13T13:31:59.634-07:00I just want you close <br />Where you can stay forever <br /><br />You can be sure <br />That it will only get better <br />You and me together <br />Through the days and nights <br />I don't worry 'cause <br />Everything's gonna be alright <br /><br />People keep talking <br />They can say what they like <br />But all I know is <br />Everything's gonna be alright <br /><br />No one, no one, no one <br />Can get in the way of what I'm feeling <br />No one, no one, no one <br />Can get in the way of what I feel for you <br /><br />You, you <br /><br />Can get in the way of what I feel for you <br /><br />When the rain is pouring down <br />And my heart is hurting <br />You will always be around <br />Yes, I know, for certain <br /><br />You and me together <br />Through the days and nights <br />I don't worry 'cause <br />Everything's gonna be alright <br /><br />People keep talking <br />They can say what they like <br />But all I know is <br />Everything's gonna be alright <br /><br />No one, no one, no one <br />Can get in the way of what I'm feeling <br />No one, no one, no one <br />Can get in the way of what I feel for you <br /><br />You, you <br /><br />Can get in the way of what I feel <br /><br />I know, some people search the world <br />to find something like what we have <br />I know, people will try, try to divide <br />something so real <br />so 'till the end of time <br />I'm telling you that <br /><br /> <em> <br />Alicia Keys - No One </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5331789134093106173?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-16163225958411966552008-01-13T13:24:00.000-07:002008-01-13T13:25:20.448-07:00You'll remember me when the west wind moves <br />Upon the fields of barley <br />You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky <br />As we walk in fields of gold <br />So she took her love for to gaze awhile <br />Upon the fields of barley <br />In his arms she fell as her hair came down <br />Among the fields of gold <br />Will you stay with me, will you be my love <br />Among the fields of barley<br />We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky <br />As we lie in fields of gold <br />See the west wind move like a lover so <br />Upon the fields of barley <br />Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth <br />Among the fields of gold <br /><br />I never made promises lightly <br />And there have been some that I've broken <br />But I swear in the days still left <br />We'll walk in fields of gold <br />We'll walk in fields of gold <br /><br />Many years have passed since those summer days <br />Among the fields of barley <br />See the children run as the sun goes down <br />Among the fields of gold <br />You'll remember me when the west wind moves <br />Upon the fields of barley <br />You can tell the sun in his jealous sky <br />When we walked in fields of gold <br />When we walked in fields of gold <br />When we walked in fields of gold<br /><br /><em>Sting - Fields Of Gold </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-1616322595841196655?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-4457540620492988522008-01-11T13:59:00.000-07:002008-01-11T14:14:29.752-07:00Não posso planear nada...dá sempre tudo furado...Estava super contente pelo facto de começar a estudar para a minha oral, quando de repente me vejo impossibilitada para tal...A vida não é mesmo justa...<br />O meu organismo foi alvo de um atentado. Uma grande maldade do destino...Não sei quem foram os responsáveis...terei de abrir um inquérito,tenho de descobrir quem depositou o vírus influenza,isto é o vírus da gripe.<br />Podem pensar que ter uma gripe é algo super banal, ainda por cima estamos numa época propicia a este tipo de doença. Porém, para mim isto é a pior coisa que poderia acontecer-me. Para além de ter dores no corpo, tenho de me submeter a um tratamento de choque...Sim, de choque...Tenho de tomar drogas pesadíssimas que me deixam de num estado de pura leveza...é uma sorte conseguir escrever este post...porque para o resto estou completamente impossibilitada...<br />Espero estar amanhã melhor e voltar ao meu estado natural...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-445754062049298852?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-63292622065150719412008-01-09T14:49:00.000-07:002008-01-09T15:07:37.202-07:00No outro dia, quando estava a almoçar com os meus Ilustres Amigos e Colegas, reparei que os homens não têm mesmo vergonha.<br />Não podem ver uma rapariga de biquini...parece que o mundo para naquele momento.Não vou entrar em pormenores, mas as mulheres são bastante diferentes (falo por mim).<br />Não encontro problema algum o facto dos homens apreciarem mulheres bonitas...mas verdade seja dita... olham mais para um corpo bem feito, isto é, para uma mulher com um peito grande ou com um rabo semi "levantado"...do que propriamente para a verdadeira sensualidade, charme, olhar "fatal"...<br />Por sua vez, nós, mulheres, gostamos do homem que é charmoso, que seja inteligente, que tenha uma presença forte, que seja sensual...<br />não apreciamos propriamente se é musculado, se tem um traseiro bem feito...esses atributos acabam por ser acessórios...<br />Assim, e para concluir, os homens são uns rebarbados, não dão valor à verdadeira beleza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-6329262206515071941?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-62862219390178245452008-01-09T14:38:00.000-07:002008-01-09T14:48:24.659-07:00A noite estava pesada...<br />Passeava pelas ruas sem destino...<br />Reparei num mendigo que se encolhia com frio,<br />A tristeza estava marcada no seu rosto...<br />Os seus olhos eram fundos...<br />Perguntei-lhe se tinha fome..<br />Respondeu-me com um sorriso...<br />Por momentos fiquei sem saber o que fazer...<br />Não consegui reagir...<br />Onde procurar comida àquela hora...<br />Estava tudo fechado...<br />Lembrei-me das bolachas que transportava comigo...<br />Era tudo o que poderia fazer naquelas circunstâncias...<br />Ofereci as ditas bolachas...Agradeceu-me...<br />Continuei o meu percurso...<br />Nunca mais voltei a vê-lo..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-6286221939017824545?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-74660519604136896882008-01-05T12:51:00.000-07:002008-01-05T12:55:05.825-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3_gjFcl-QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JJ8IG5cIZZc/s1600-h/200px-Syrian_Chiller_hookah.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3_gjFcl-QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JJ8IG5cIZZc/s320/200px-Syrian_Chiller_hookah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152083392097286402" /></a><br />Narguilé é um cachimbo de água utilizado para fumar. Além desse nome, de origem árabe, também é chamado de hookah (na Índia e outros países que falam inglês), shisha ou goza (nos países do norte da África), narguilê, narguila, nakla, arguile etc. Há diferenças regionais no formato e no funcionamento, mas o princípio comum é o fato de a fumaça passar pela água antes de chegar ao fumante. É tradicionalmente utilizado em muitos países do mundo, em especial no Norte da África, Oriente Médio e Sul da Ásia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-7466051960413689688?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-54469074221010770352008-01-05T12:45:00.000-07:002008-01-05T12:50:10.255-07:00Passeio sem rumo...<br />Ando à deriva...<br />Pergunto-me qual será a direcção correcta...<br />A razão responde-me que devo optar pela direita...<br />Por sua vez...há quem indique a esquerda como melhor opção...<br />Não sei...<br />Não consigo optar...<br />Estou perdida...<br />Quero encontrar um caminho, uma luz...<br /><br /><em>(Atenção...este texto é ficção...pura imaginação...lol)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5446907422101077035?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-13528210625992380542008-01-05T12:34:00.000-07:002008-01-05T12:42:29.024-07:00Calling all angels <br />I need you near to the ground <br />I miss you dearly <br />Can you hear me on your cloud? <br /><br />All of my life <br />I've been waiting for someone to love <br />All of my life <br />I've been waiting for something to love <br /><br />Calling all angels <br />I need you near to the ground <br />I have been kneeling <br />And praying to hear a sound <br /><br />All of my life <br />I've been waiting for someone to love <br />All of my life <br />I've been waiting for something to love <br /><br />All of my life <br />I've been waiting for someone to love <br />All of my life <br />I've been waiting for something to love <br /><br />Day by day <br />Through the years <br />Make my way <br /><br />Day by day <br />Through the years <br />Day by day <br />Through the years <br /><br /><em><br />Lenny Kravitz - Calling All Angels </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-1352821062599238054?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-12347393874619059572008-01-05T12:23:00.000-07:002008-01-05T12:34:11.487-07:00Quero aproveitar a vida...<br />Quero cair, quero sofrer...<br />Quero viver...<br />Quero rir, chorar, amar, sonhar, abraçar...<br />Quero beijar quando tiver vontade...<br />Quero andar de barco, de avião, de carro, de comboio...<br />Quero estar dançar...quero viver...<br />Quero passear, nadar, comer...<br />Quero vestir, despir, tomar banho...<br />Quero dormir, acordar, saltar....<br />Quero Viver...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-1234739387461905957?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-9763632877308212802008-01-05T12:18:00.000-07:002008-01-05T12:23:22.386-07:00Está frio...<br />A chuva cai com grande intensidade...<br />O nevoeiro aproxima-se...<br />Típico dia de Inverno...<br />A casa está quente...<br />O chá está quase pronto...<br />Vou buscar o bule, a chávena...<br />Prefiro beber ao natural...<br />Caminho em direcção à sala...<br />Preparo o sofá...<br />Sento-me com cuidado...<br />Puxo a manta contra o meu corpo...<br />e delicio o momento....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-976363287730821280?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-44147858551338634002007-12-30T14:35:00.000-07:002007-12-30T14:43:23.247-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3gQ5lcl-NI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zy9190CqFxE/s1600-h/HPIM0246.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3gQ5lcl-NI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zy9190CqFxE/s320/HPIM0246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149884755388790994" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4414785855133863400?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-86783913529082500762007-12-30T11:03:00.000-07:002007-12-30T11:13:41.591-07:00No outro dia (há muito, muito tempo...) fui almoçar com a minha mãe a uma grande superfície comercial...um dos temas da conversa foi a obesidade/comida...<br />Reparamos que as pessoas mais fortes só comiam coisas hiper calóricas... pizzas, carne gordurosa, sandes..ou seja "porcarias"...<br />Não quero ferir susceptibilidades, mas a verdade tem de ser dia...Estamos num país em que não existem regras sobre a alimentação...O Estado deveria ter mais controlo sobre a questão...<br />Por mais campanhas que se façam, estas serão sempre mínimas....Vamos aos centros comerciais e deparamos com "restaurantes" de pouco qualidade, apesar de serem internacionalmente conhecidos....<br />Temos de tomar consciência que a obesidade é causa de morte em Portugal...e cada vez mais o número aumenta....<br />Vamos a ter mais cuidado com a boca, sim?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8678391352908250076?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-54220745839533424432007-12-30T10:52:00.000-07:002007-12-30T11:02:27.887-07:00Não sou uma consumista nata...mas, gosto de fazer as algumas compras, principalmente nesta altura...<br />A época de saldos é uma tentação...<br />Para minha infelicidade não consigo encontrar nada que me agrade...<br />Este ano, as empresas decidiram que não seria necessário roupas quentes...Para quê vender camisolas de lã? O inverno até vai ser quente....<br />De certeza que foi isto que pensaram quando decidiram lançar a colecção outono/inverno 2007...<br />É uma vergonha...O consumidor entra numa loja e o que encontra? TRAPOS... Deviam ser condenados...É um atentado aos bons costumes....<br />O melhor disto tudo é que poupo dinheiro...(Nem tudo é mau)...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5422074583953342443?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-30779770444270769442007-12-29T14:39:00.001-07:002007-12-29T14:43:32.498-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3a_fVcl-LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mYMrw_ur5Z4/s1600-h/Anos+da+Martita+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3a_fVcl-LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mYMrw_ur5Z4/s320/Anos+da+Martita+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149513768998664370" /></a><br />As gajas malucas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-3077977044427076944?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-47716829247432402902007-12-29T14:34:00.000-07:002007-12-29T14:38:13.650-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3a-Ilcl-KI/AAAAAAAAAHo/99V9oa1iYdA/s1600-h/DSCN0498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3a-Ilcl-KI/AAAAAAAAAHo/99V9oa1iYdA/s320/DSCN0498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149512278645012642" /></a><br />A noite espanhola....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4771682924743240290?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-29015010889108712412007-12-29T14:25:00.000-07:002007-12-29T14:28:11.170-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3a7zFcl-JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dY-ZNpJOVmg/s1600-h/DSCF6253.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3a7zFcl-JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dY-ZNpJOVmg/s320/DSCF6253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149509710254569618" /></a><br />Esta foto é sem dúvida o espelho de um grande momento de 2007...<br />Foi um dia maravilhoso.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2901501088910871241?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-85002513491862484622007-12-29T14:10:00.000-07:002007-12-29T14:17:45.090-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3a5PFcl-II/AAAAAAAAAHY/I2gw9CzSzF4/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R3a5PFcl-II/AAAAAAAAAHY/I2gw9CzSzF4/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149506892756023426" /></a><br />Caros leitores,<br />A contagem para o final do ano já começou...<br />Sinto uma certa nostalgia...<br />O ano de 2007 foi sem dúvida um ano de grandes mudanças, de momentos únicos e inesquecíveis, de grandes amizades, de amores e desamores...Uma verdadeira maré de emoções...<br /><br />Que 2008 seja um ano de grandes sensações, saúde, amor, dinheiro e sucesso<br /><br />Para todos um Bom Ano<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-8500251349186248462?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-59530836794000707362007-12-29T14:08:00.000-07:002007-12-29T14:10:45.877-07:00I'm holding on your rope,<br />Got me ten feet off the ground<br />And I'm hearing what you say, but I just can't make a<br />sound<br />You tell me that you need me<br />Then you go and cut me down, but wait<br />You tell me that you're sorry<br />Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...<br /><br />That it's too late to apologize, it's too late<br />I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late<br /><br />I'd take another chance, take a fall<br />Take a shot for you<br />And I need you like a heart needs a beat<br />But it's nothing new - yeah<br />I loved you with a fire red<br />Now it's turning blue, and you say...<br />I'm sorry like an angel<br />Heaven let me think was you<br />But I'm afraid...<br /><br />It's too late to apologize, it's too late<br />I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late<br /><br />It's too late to apologize, it's too late<br />I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late<br />I said it's too late to apologize, yeah<br />I said it's too late to apologize, yeah<br />I'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet off...<br />the ground<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-5953083679400070736?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-40750339891351791782007-12-25T10:57:00.001-07:002007-12-25T10:58:16.400-07:00III A Imperatriz<br /><br />A Imperatriz, o arquétipo da abundância, da fertilidade e da criatividade. Muito bem!<br />Durante todo este ano a sua veia artística vai sobressair de forma nunca antes vista ou experimentada, o que poderá resultar em ganhos materiais bem simpáticos.<br /><br />Para o ano de 2008 espere portando, melhorias em termos materiais, bons desfechos em questões legais, negócios que se irão fechar, contratos que se assinam, mas tudo sempre feito pelo seu punho. Ainda não é hora de delegar. Recompensas virão sim, mas fruto do seu suor, mas vai ser um suor agradável (portanto, um suor bem cheiroso!). Não se prevêem derrocadas nem desgraças e mesmo que surjam uma ou outra “tempestade”, lembre-se que são para o seu crescimento espiritual. Não se zangue. Não se enclausure, se faz favor! Não tem razão nenhuma para isso, visto que a sua capacidade de comunicação também vai estar em excelente forma. Aquilo que quiser conquistar tenderá a ser mais fácil do que imagina, até porque o seu humor também tende a melhorar e estabilizar. O que fará milagres em termos familiares.<br /><br />Nos amores, para os Leões comprometidos, esta sensual carta promete momentos íntimos bastante… como direi… acesos. Prevêem-se muitas horas de sono perdido. A Imperatriz irá despertar muitas Kundalinis neste signo já de si tão fogoso. O que estava adormecido vai despertar, ah vai sim senhora!<br /><br />No trabalho podem acontecer mudanças benéficas. Procure oportunidades nesta área que trabalhem a tal sua fantástica criatividade e os sucessos suceder-se-ão. Mas claro que a sua auto-estima e confiança têm de estar ao mesmo nível! Senão acreditar em si nada disto acontecerá… o que eu seria uma pena.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-4075033989135179178?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-69946642014479627972007-12-25T10:19:00.000-07:002007-12-25T10:24:31.940-07:00Ai, se de saudade morrerei ou não<br />Meus olhos dirão de minha verdade<br />Por eles me atrevo a lançar nas águas<br />Que mostrem as mágoas <br />Que nesta alma levo<br />Se me levam águas, nos olhos as levo<br /><br />As águas que em vão me fazem chorar<br />Se elas são do mar, estas de amor são<br />Por elas relevo todas as minhas mágoas<br />Que se força de águas<br />Me leva e eu as levo<br />Se me levam águas, nos olhos as levo<br /><br />Todas me entristecem, todas são salgadas<br />Porém as choradas doces me parecem<br />Correi doces águas, que se a vós me elevo<br />Não dóem as mágoas<br />Que no peito levo<br />Se me levam águas, nos olhos as levo <br /><br /><em> Mariza</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-6994664201447962797?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-12396495677697434892007-12-24T10:04:00.000-07:002007-12-24T10:22:08.825-07:00Mi fea, eres una castaña despeinada, <br />mi bella, eres hermosa como el viento, <br />mi fea, de tu boca se pueden hacer dos, <br />mi bella, son tus besos frescos como sandías. <br /><br />Mi fea, dónde están escondidos tus senos? <br />Son mínimos como dos copas de trigo. <br />Me gustaría verte dos lunas en el pecho: <br />las gigantescas torres de tu soberanía. <br /><br />Mi fea, el mar no tiene tus uñas en su tienda, <br />mi bella, flor a flor, estrella por estrella, <br />ola por ola, amor, he contado tu cuerpo: <br /><br />mi fea, te amo por tu cintura de oro, <br />mi bella, te amo por una arruga en tu frente, <br />amor, te amo por clara y por oscura.<br /><em><br />Pablo Neruda</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-1239649567769743489?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-27267374000026435332007-12-24T06:56:00.000-07:002007-12-24T10:04:04.323-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R2-8YVcl-HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/03BIWilORoE/s1600-h/natal+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TFD6XdKLj4Q/R2-8YVcl-HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/03BIWilORoE/s320/natal+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147540025367722098" /></a><br />Muitos presentinhos...são os votos da Tanokas<br />Bacci<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-2726737400002643533?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337266334808276768.post-1926635519056528832007-12-19T13:57:00.000-07:002007-12-19T14:02:04.031-07:00Cheguei a casa cedo...<br />Estava com vontade de fazer algo diferente...<br />Relaxar...<br />Enchi a banheira e espalhei sal marinho...<br />Coloquei musica ambiente e umas velas e fiquei de molho uns bons minutos...<br />Foi excelente...<br />Sensação de leveza, de libertação...<br />Estou renovada...<br />Adorei, Adorei...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337266334808276768-192663551905652883?l=salvateuespirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tâniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323773239287708594noreply@blogger.com0