tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165003742009-10-14T00:10:14.697Z"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night." Edgar Allan PoenataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.comBlogger464125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-41635057589402929372009-02-27T12:45:00.001Z2009-02-27T12:48:41.483Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SafgnUJrtaI/AAAAAAAABII/tY8rhLLYmRM/s1600-h/nt11_by_Romeo_Tango.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SafgnUJrtaI/AAAAAAAABII/tY8rhLLYmRM/s400/nt11_by_Romeo_Tango.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307457651908261282" border="0" /></a><br />fotografia. romeo_tango<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-4163505758940292937?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-42338492981925658732009-01-29T11:30:00.001Z2009-01-29T17:19:01.876Zàs vezes, a poesia esconde-se atrás das nuvens.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SYBvxJ5fI5I/AAAAAAAABIA/ygT2O_DO8KM/s1600-h/Rise_down_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SYBvxJ5fI5I/AAAAAAAABIA/ygT2O_DO8KM/s400/Rise_down_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296356052049011602" border="0" /></a><br />fotografia.iNeedChemicalX<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-4233849298192565873?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-7888277626477512272008-12-09T20:40:00.003Z2008-12-09T21:01:19.098ZEncontrei este poema no meu caderno de ditados da escola primária.<br />E especialmente hoje apetecia-me mesmo muito ser assim...<br /><br />31/5/84<br />A Bailarina<br /><br />Esta menina tão pequenina<br />quer ser bailarina.<br /><br />Não conhece nem dó nem ré<br />mas sabe ficar na ponta do pé.<br /><br />Não conhece nem mi nem fá<br />mas inclina o corpo para cá e para lá.<br /><br />Não conhece nem lá nem si,<br />mas fecha os olhos e sorri.<br /><br />Roda, roda, roda com os bracinhos no ar<br />e não fica tonta nem sai do lugar.<br />Põe no cabelo uma estrela e um véu<br />e diz que caiu do céu.<br /><br />Esta menina<br />tão pequenina<br />quer ser bailarina.<br /><br />Mas depois esquece todas as danças,<br />também quer dormir como as outras crianças.<br /><br /><br />Cecília Meireles<br />in Ou isto ou aquilo, Ed. Nova Fronteira<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-788827762647751227?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-30038678006624724692008-11-12T14:52:00.002Z2008-11-12T15:09:17.730Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SRrt9phH4EI/AAAAAAAABGQ/rl2wPwUy-sc/s1600-h/feeling_fell_in_love_with_fall_by_fenomenon.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SRrt9phH4EI/AAAAAAAABGQ/rl2wPwUy-sc/s400/feeling_fell_in_love_with_fall_by_fenomenon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267784357535801410" border="0" /></a><br />feeling fell in love with fall (by fenomenon)<br /><br /><br />à tarde de céu azul fria,<br />ao cheiro das castanhas no Outono<br />ao frio que aquece o rosto<br />as folhas amarelas suspensas na árvore num equilíbrio de trapezista<br />ou em vôo ondulante numa infinita viagem até ao chão<br />ao cheiro da terra molhada,<br />ao alecrim e à alfazema em flor<br />ao calor do teu sorriso,<br />à conversa ao serão, quente, ao chá com torta cheia de recheio doce<br />ao doce das palavras a envolver a noite<br />à noite fria aquecida com um sorriso,<br />ao azul do céu, de hoje.<br /><br />“(…) por entre<span style="font-family: monospace;"><br /></span>Espelhos deformantes e desastres e desvios<span style="font-family: monospace;"><br /></span>Nem um momento só podes perder<span style="font-family: monospace;"><br /></span>A linha musical do encantamento”<br />Sophia M B Andersen<br /><br />ao encantamento.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-3003867800662472469?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-15984132617133808362008-10-31T15:21:00.003Z2008-10-31T15:27:38.223Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SQsjAv57G4I/AAAAAAAABGI/-jfOqmNmfnE/s1600-h/Roisin-Murphy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SQsjAv57G4I/AAAAAAAABGI/-jfOqmNmfnE/s400/Roisin-Murphy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263339085278944130" border="0" /></a><br />mais ...<a href="http://kicz.fotolog.pl/1673695,link.html">róisín murphy</a> e <a href="http://roisinmurphy.blogspot.com/">aqui </a><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5tSwvPqnZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5tSwvPqnZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />ontem, coliseu lisboa<br />i'm overpowered<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-1598413261713380836?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-67955412456226472132008-10-17T18:51:00.005Z2008-10-17T19:00:39.199Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SPjgFFCrOjI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/P94wPhodNG0/s1600-h/chavenas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258198942812420658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SPjgFFCrOjI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/P94wPhodNG0/s400/chavenas.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://www.int.rosenthal.de/">rosenthal </a> . »TAC o2« – Perfection of a Classic Design</div><div><a href="http://www.int.rosenthal.de/index.php/fuseaction/download/lrn_file/de_de/pdf/RSL/RSL_TAC.pdf">design</a> by <a href="http://www.int.rosenthal.de/1118d872/GROPIUS_Walter.htm">walter gropius</a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> ...lindo de morrer!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-6795541245622647213?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-63502936513477545422008-10-12T21:12:00.001Z2008-10-12T21:15:56.681Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMPGp4nDA10&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMPGp4nDA10&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Dans Paris. ontem na 2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-6350293651347754542?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-830214522939864462008-09-04T18:01:00.001Z2008-09-04T18:03:57.594Z<object width="220" height="55"><param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=30668&colorBackground=0x555552&textColor1=0xFFFFFF&colorVolume=0x39D1FD&autoplay=0"></param><embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=30668&colorBackground=0x525252&textColor1=0xFFFFFF&colorVolume=0x39D1FD&autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220" height="55"></embed></object><br><br /><br />sorri<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-83021452293986446?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-73970711093314561192008-09-03T21:22:00.003Z2008-09-04T11:43:40.220Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SL8AS3F4nkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kz0fbvTAFXo/s1600-h/autumn+mucha.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SL8AS3F4nkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kz0fbvTAFXo/s400/autumn+mucha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241908815308824130" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.muchafoundation.org/MHome.aspx">Mucha </a>Autumn. 1896<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="mw-redirect">Ilustrador</span> e designer gráfico checo e um dos principais expoentes do movimento <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_Nouveau"><span class="mw-redirect">Art Nouveau</span></a>. Entre seus trabalhos mais conhecidos estão os cartazes para os espetáculos de Sarah Bernhardt França de 1894 a 1900.</span><br /><br /><br />Cheira a uvas maduras da minha janela;<br />a alecrim.<br />e a terra molhada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-7397071109331456119?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-30763618041118097282008-09-02T11:25:00.005Z2008-09-02T12:28:09.897Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SL0j6k3xdzI/AAAAAAAAAww/dxwfiglAn1U/s1600-h/%7Ebianca2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SL0j6k3xdzI/AAAAAAAAAww/dxwfiglAn1U/s400/%7Ebianca2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241385030566115122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SL0jwkMrDEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/npYIVZRv-5Q/s1600-h/bianca.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SL0jwkMrDEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/npYIVZRv-5Q/s400/bianca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241384858586647618" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.biancabarbato.com/">Bianca Barbato</a>. designer (retirado <a href="http://blog.2modern.com/">aqui )</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-3076361804111809728?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-50599038867776156692008-08-31T16:29:00.002Z2008-08-31T17:10:39.948Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SLrNc2a_QaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3SsD04Uz4ro/s1600-h/chap1-12cigharvey.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SLrNc2a_QaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3SsD04Uz4ro/s400/chap1-12cigharvey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240727011927736738" border="0" /></a><br />fotografia. cig harvey<br /><br />tenho saudades de (te) ler poesia.<br /><br />"Na minha infância, antes de saber ler, ouvi recitar e aprendi de cor um antigo poema tradicional português, chamado a Nau Catrineta. Tive assim a sorte de começar pela tradição oral, a sorte de conhecer o poema antes de conhecer a literatura.<br />Eu era de facto tão nova que nem sabia que os poemas eram escritos por pessoas, mas julgava que eram consubstanciais ao universo, que eram a respiração das coisas, o nome deste mundo dito por ele próprio.<br />Pensava também que, se conseguisse ficar completamente imóvel e muda em certos lugares mágicos do jardim, eu conseguiria ouvir um desses poemas que o próprio ar continha em si.<br />..."<br />Sophia M B Andresen, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Arte Poética V</span>", Livro "Ilhas".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-5059903886777615669?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-2170683973081609812008-08-28T14:06:00.003Z2008-08-28T14:25:27.397Z<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAggWL7WuGo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAggWL7WuGo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />impressionante; a voz, a história, a música, a vida; suspensa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-217068397308160981?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-56595729764331476972008-08-24T17:57:00.002Z2008-08-24T18:04:04.845Z<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mC86heBo0d4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mC86heBo0d4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p>adorei;</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-5659572976433147697?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-11090140593706146432008-07-14T13:36:00.002Z2008-07-14T13:44:32.664Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SHtWcb2Af9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/G7VwvihujH0/s1600-h/DSCF7861.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222863239376830418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SHtWcb2Af9I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/G7VwvihujH0/s400/DSCF7861.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"...Cai o silêncio nos ombros e a luz<br />impura, até doer.<br />É urgente o amor, é urgente<br />permanecer"<br />Eugénio de Andrade<br /><br />depois de um<a href="http://amorasbravas.blogspot.com/2007/07/escadas.html"> ano</a>. da imaginação à realidade.<br />do conceito à obra;<br />a partilha das ideias e as ideias partilhadas;<br />foi urgente permanecer.<br /><br /><br />...debaixo da escada tem um sofá lindissimo.<br />é bom conversar nele,<br /><br />é urgente permanecer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-1109014059370614643?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-53774713926496246252008-06-23T10:57:00.002Z2008-06-23T11:04:25.780Z</param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-rWfF_5lh8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed><br /><br />camané. 'sempre de mim', 08<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-5377471392649624625?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-8082066800924029252008-06-20T09:26:00.005Z2008-06-20T09:43:39.554Z<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SFt4ig3OSEI/AAAAAAAAAwI/DsTwcjuNQmE/s1600-h/3_Vogue_SJP_NinaRicci.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213893527943923778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SFt4ig3OSEI/AAAAAAAAAwI/DsTwcjuNQmE/s400/3_Vogue_SJP_NinaRicci.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Sex and the City", Carrie and MR. BIG<br /><br />cortesia<br />delicadeza<br />romance<br />sintonia;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-808206680092402925?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-84909950856348430782008-06-17T11:38:00.002Z2008-06-17T11:45:22.295Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-OPVl6kiN8I&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-OPVl6kiN8I&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-8490995085634843078?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-10602196991932809392008-06-02T16:08:00.000Z2008-06-02T16:09:51.795Z<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SEQbGvpPNdI/AAAAAAAAAwA/6OSHqZ6ZhaM/s1600-h/margaridadelgado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207316871829730770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SEQbGvpPNdI/AAAAAAAAAwA/6OSHqZ6ZhaM/s400/margaridadelgado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>fotografia. margarida delgado</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-1060219699193280939?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-89225838342834136892008-05-30T11:00:00.003Z2008-05-30T11:20:42.342ZMatthew Herbert Big Band &amp; Dani Siciliano <br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CUkAPcO26NU&amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br />matthew herbert <a href="http://www.matthewherbert.com/music.php">ouvir </a><br />dani siciliano Slappers. 2006 <a href="http://www.dani-siciliano.com/">ouvir</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-8922583834283413689?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-7722968145642021492008-05-30T10:55:00.000Z2008-05-30T11:40:00.983Z<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SD_kF539cBI/AAAAAAAAAv4/NQuFrWXjbdE/s1600-h/margarida_delgado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206130484349595666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SD_kF539cBI/AAAAAAAAAv4/NQuFrWXjbdE/s400/margarida_delgado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SD_jO539cAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y_kfUTUS0-o/s1600-h/margarida_delgado.jpg"></a>fotografia. margarida delgado<br /></div><div>"De vez en cuando la alegria tira piedritas contra mi ventana quiere avisarme que esta ahi esperando (...) </div><div></div><div>me doy por persuadido que la alegría no tire más piedritas abriré la ventana" (Mario Benedetti) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-772296814564202149?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-58121502634544469262008-05-29T12:32:00.002Z2008-05-29T12:41:41.706ZGoldfrapp <br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uA6J2dJmsco&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uA6J2dJmsco&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />a ouvir, <br />com aragem a abraçar-me o rosto e a cabeça de fora da janela do carro <br />a cheirar o sol quente de uma tarde de verão...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-5812150263454446926?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-31750730167761168312008-05-28T13:47:00.002Z2008-05-28T14:01:59.428ZRoisin Murphy <br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/07un2IC6TM0&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/07un2IC6TM0&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />12 Jul 2008 - Lisbon, PORTUGAL<br />Alive Festival<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-3175073016776116831?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-74284046900315679202008-05-27T13:50:00.003Z2008-05-27T14:54:16.699Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SDwa1539b-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/BaNo0mEHKWs/s1600-h/Danca.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205064782704373730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SDwa1539b-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/BaNo0mEHKWs/s400/Danca.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />fotografia. Gon5alo "Dançar ao som do vento"<br /><br /><br />Vous savez la sensation pour voir dans tout un peu de vous?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-7428404690031567920?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-58100018832303646812008-05-20T13:33:00.000Z2008-05-20T13:36:51.444Z<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SDLTcCNQYPI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jye0Y3tlJMw/s1600-h/client_18x.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202452998148612338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SDLTcCNQYPI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jye0Y3tlJMw/s400/client_18x.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>fotografia. cig harvey</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-5810001883230364681?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16500374.post-6044648085805907892008-05-12T12:02:00.001Z2008-05-12T12:06:53.196Z<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SCgyBSNQYOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/AUjPMRB5TpE/s1600-h/new-york-guggenheim-museum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199460767447933154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eVRnUHRxcdY/SCgyBSNQYOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/AUjPMRB5TpE/s400/new-york-guggenheim-museum.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Guggenheim Museum New York City<br /><br />podia ser?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16500374-604464808580590789?l=amorasbravas.blogspot.com'/></div>nataliEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836742070270729574noreply@blogger.com0