tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130956532024-03-08T00:32:13.232+00:00Um dia de cada vez...Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-86163043185544885362012-04-29T00:06:00.002+01:002012-04-29T00:06:41.539+01:00Agora no tumblr, amanhã logo se vê...<a href="http://uxka.tumblr.com/">http://uxka.tumblr.com/</a>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-53073864932847383472012-01-31T14:20:00.000+00:002012-01-31T14:20:19.710+00:00Sim, porquê?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-69792449259780129352010-06-20T16:10:00.005+01:002010-06-20T16:30:50.427+01:00Chico Buarque, "Joana Francesa"<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PviHj0R_g7Q"><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PviHj0R_g7Q&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PviHj0R_g7Q&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Tu ris, tu mens trop</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Tu pleures, tu meurs trop</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Tu as le tropique</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Dans le sang et sur la peau</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Geme de loucura e de torpor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Já é madrugada</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Mata-me de rir</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Fala-me de amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Songes et mensonges</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Sei de longe e sei de cor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Geme de prazer e de pavor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Já é madrugada</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Vem molhar meu colo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Vou te consolar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Vem, mulato mole</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Dançar dans mes bras</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Vem, moleque me dizer</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Onde é que está</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Ton soleil, ta braise</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Quem me enfeitiçou</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">O mar, marée, bateau</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Tu as le parfum</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">De la cachaça e de suor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Geme de preguiça e de calor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Já é madrugada</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Tu ris, tu mens trop</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Tu pleures, tu meurs trop</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Tu as le tropique</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Dans le sang et sur la peau</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Geme de loucura e de torpor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Já é madrugada</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Mata-me de rir</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Fala-me de amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Songes et mensonges</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Sei de longe e sei de cor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Geme de prazer e de pavor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Já é madrugada</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Vem molhar meu colo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Vou te consolar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Vem, mulato mole</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Dançar dans mes bras</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Vem, moleque me dizer</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Onde é que está</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Ton soleil, ta braise</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Quem me enfeitiçou</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">O mar, marée, bateau</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Tu as le parfum</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">De la cachaça e de suor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Geme de preguiça e de calor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Já é madrugada</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda, acorda</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Chico Buarque, Joana Francesa</span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-9363796801576888142010-05-27T23:58:00.002+01:002010-05-28T00:10:04.679+01:00The only true freedom is freedom from the heart's desires...<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#666666;">And have you ever wanted something so badly<br />that it possessed your body & your soul<br />through the night & through the day<br />until you finally get it!<br />And then you realise that it wasn't what you wanted after all.<br />And then those selfsame sickly little thoughts<br />now go & attach themselves to something....<br />....or somebody....new!<br />And the whole goddamn thing starts all over again.<br />Well, I've been crushing the symptoms but I can't locate the cause.<br />Could God really be so cruel?<br />To give us feelings that could never be fulfilled. Baby!<br />I've got my sights set on you. I've got my sight set on you<br />And someday, someday, someday, you'll come my way.<br />But when you put your arms around me<br />I'll be looking over your shoulder for something new<br />'cause I ain't ever found peace upon the breast of a girl<br />I ain't ever found peace with the religion of the world<br />I ain't ever found peace at the bottom of a glass<br />sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I receive<br />sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I receive<br />The only true freedom is freedom from the heart's desires<br />& the only true happiness....this way lies.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">The The, "True happiness this way lies"(Dusk)</span></span><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkGVaItEndo&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkGVaItEndo&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-83065075836445845902010-05-22T16:35:00.002+01:002010-05-22T16:41:48.712+01:00Chaiyya Chaiyya<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_2gW3zwMMQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_2gW3zwMMQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Fantástica canção só por si. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Para quem não está a ver de onde conhece, é favor clicar <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhrZXnFSFGQ&playnext_from=TL&videos=l6zQZa9Hm3c">aqui </a>para ver descobrir. E se nunca viu, não sabe o que está a perder.</span></p>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-53802067325842567402010-05-21T21:19:00.003+01:002010-05-21T21:43:39.070+01:00Oftlamologista sádico<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFN2Bfdkj7FPk64plHGyoFTWDxKWRirBAyWS97iKmEKz6XONN0aX2dk5cpnSVS6Mtuzy4NIgPnmCE8Wu6ybDy8217RKiVmGrpHQ1LX92Ybw7rQAUtaF1clqn4ATUHhf8Bo_B4B/s1600/Oftalmologista+s%C3%A1dico.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473821177345699282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFN2Bfdkj7FPk64plHGyoFTWDxKWRirBAyWS97iKmEKz6XONN0aX2dk5cpnSVS6Mtuzy4NIgPnmCE8Wu6ybDy8217RKiVmGrpHQ1LX92Ybw7rQAUtaF1clqn4ATUHhf8Bo_B4B/s400/Oftalmologista+s%C3%A1dico.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Recebido por email. </div><div>Eu voto numa data de gente que fazia melhor este papel: <a href="http://host.trivialbeing.org/up/persia-may20-jake-gyllenhaal-as-dastan-prince-of-persia.jpg">este</a>, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0jPyb2ggStrOdWuPpbAMpnhADt8ADwYTCmRhleSFTipvAMLbW1lxNnZkF1S3gL5yEvAYyNj6YH3tGEU_aZPhbhZRc3bgCT7gFuNIEpJ9nK4NdDM4b_XfCEyq_ehKbbZaUh0Z/s400/johnny_depp_-_a_great_actor.jpg">este </a>ou mesmo <a href="http://blogs.coventrytelegraph.net/passtheremote/CliveOwen_vl.widec.jpg">este</a>...mas pronto, está engraçado.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-18440178354735396642010-04-27T00:33:00.011+01:002010-04-27T01:01:22.174+01:00Camille, "Quand Je Marche"<span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/itFZBJ-kL3A&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/itFZBJ-kL3A&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Quand je marche, je marche </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">quand je dors, je dors </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">quand je chante, je chante </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je m'abandonne </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Quand je marche, je marche droit </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">quand je chante, je chante nue </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">et quand j'aime, je n'aime que toi </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">quand j'y pense, </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je ne dors plus </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Je suis ici </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je suis dedans </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je suis debout </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je ne me moquerai plus de tout </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">"Entends tu, m'as-tu dit, </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">le chant du monde", alors depuis </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">quand l'aube se lève, je la suis </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">et quand la nuit tombe</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je tombe aussi </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Je suis ici </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je suis dedans </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je suis debout </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je ne me moquerai plus de tout </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Quand j'ai faim, tout me nourrit </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">le cri des chiens, et puis la pluie </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">quand tu pars, je reste ici </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">je m'abandonne </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">et je t'oublie. </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Camille, Le Fil</span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-3122229083474318632010-02-05T23:16:00.001+00:002010-02-05T23:20:13.847+00:00Mal-entendidos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl82crHyE1mdHMmZwuKz2Jo5W-Gb55czY46FrHZtUWkwVzmTytEhiI6lFDnuc98S2BL2O7NpznliGt-sK15itI7my4iLNDNV-_sQ6ldDU7jDvOW24BIvBM6T8OeTpBwhS9WYLF/s1600-h/Rolex.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434902518562013954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl82crHyE1mdHMmZwuKz2Jo5W-Gb55czY46FrHZtUWkwVzmTytEhiI6lFDnuc98S2BL2O7NpznliGt-sK15itI7my4iLNDNV-_sQ6ldDU7jDvOW24BIvBM6T8OeTpBwhS9WYLF/s400/Rolex.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"><span style="color:#333333;">via email</span><br /></span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-19466164775943434562010-02-04T12:44:00.002+00:002010-02-04T12:55:40.454+00:00Band of Brothers<object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hbo.com/bin/hboPlayer.swf?vid=1070973"><param name="FlashVars" value="domain=http://www.hbo.com&videoTitle=Tease"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.hbo.com/bin/hboPlayer.swf?vid=1070973" flashvars="domain=http://www.hbo.com&videoTitle=Tease" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"></embed></object><div><a title="Tease" href="http://www.hbo.com/global-video/video.html?autoplay=true&vid=1070973&view=index">Tease</a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Umas das melhores séries de sempre sobre a Segunda Guerra. Uma banda sonora igualmente fabulosa. Imperdível. Para ver e rever no AXN durante este mês, todos os domingos, às 21h50.</span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-6688186044594100762010-01-28T16:03:00.002+00:002010-01-28T16:07:38.633+00:00Prémios Condé Nast Traveller 2009<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Toca a votar minha gente, temos lá meia dúzia de razões Tugas, entre outras.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><a href="http://www.onlinesurvey.it/checkbox/Survey-menstyle-tr.es.aspx?s=8ed74355a8e04879a8fecef8c8e29ddc">Clicai e votai...</a></span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-86202397127505538482009-12-12T18:59:00.004+00:002009-12-12T19:11:20.760+00:00Amo-te<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Perceber. Ou não perceber e apenas observar e absorver e avançar. Absorver apenas se o corpo e a mente estiverem de acordo, se não houver rejeição de tecidos e orgãos.<br />Ou não perceber. Aperceber apenas que te amo. E que te quero amar apenas. Sem panos de fundo, sem dúvidas nem medos, talvez com medos mas sem que esses medos atrofiem o amor que sinto por ti, é possível isto? Up to me. Mesmo quando encontro desculpas sei que é up to me. Up to me esfumar os medos, clarear as dúvidas e simplesmente amar. Porque nada há mais do que isso. Amar alguém. A ti. Tão simples. Tão bom.</span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-81161964323237487032009-10-18T23:42:00.005+01:002009-10-18T23:49:31.043+01:00<p><img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/pfvn.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">You're <i>Pale Fire</i>!<br /><br />by Vladimir Nabokov<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the<br />road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you<br />are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but<br />then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people<br />think you're quite funny, but maybe you're just sick. Talking to you ends up being much<br />like playing a round of the popular board game Clue.<br /><br /></i><br />Take the </span></span><a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Book Quiz</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br />at the </span><a href="http://bluepyramid.org/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Blue Pyramid</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">.</span></p>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-63775271107398713082009-02-16T01:10:00.004+00:002009-02-16T01:20:26.598+00:00Dias líquidos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4BBe2lJy2lgGNPYJm6LBBmAdymERybaoFIPThqVQoW5jOmnxd_3EYGgyFzgP7QvmzJqLxv17X8Tf7bO7eB5okJT_oggNpdYldYBbR6-d77o_pgVDxOOFGBciw2P21FadLUea/s1600-h/100_1705.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4BBe2lJy2lgGNPYJm6LBBmAdymERybaoFIPThqVQoW5jOmnxd_3EYGgyFzgP7QvmzJqLxv17X8Tf7bO7eB5okJT_oggNpdYldYBbR6-d77o_pgVDxOOFGBciw2P21FadLUea/s400/100_1705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303197470051264850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Caldeirão Verde, Setembro 2008</span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-11308747830062404192009-02-01T23:35:00.008+00:002009-02-02T00:00:53.465+00:00R.I.P.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyqioScFJOgUTrT0MsC2a2VmWSl4tmbAAegbtdfaW34u8tY8rO7Q2dxAcSRQJ1FSDO1FjmdaYd3MZWyDUGMBVONCYSGFdywdaNspW3qMI2PWoVOkfjatOyCMJ0vi7ahzpyDhuz/s1600-h/twbb_wave3_hand.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297979060681948178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyqioScFJOgUTrT0MsC2a2VmWSl4tmbAAegbtdfaW34u8tY8rO7Q2dxAcSRQJ1FSDO1FjmdaYd3MZWyDUGMBVONCYSGFdywdaNspW3qMI2PWoVOkfjatOyCMJ0vi7ahzpyDhuz/s400/twbb_wave3_hand.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v102/rynhauld/twbb_wave3_hand.jpg">(daqui)<br /></a></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Por vezes o desespero é tão grande que teimamos agarrar o corpo que flutua já sem vida e nos suga as forças a cada esforço de o trazer para terra mais ou menos firme.</span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Antes que nos arraste com ele, há que engolir as lágrimas e enterrá-lo fundo envolto em memórias doces. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Só então começa a lenta caminhada de volta à vida.</span></span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-32665317207615479902008-10-19T01:42:00.003+01:002008-10-19T01:58:01.807+01:00Silêncio<a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://ajulgarpelasaparencias.blogspot.com/">"Há alturas em que devíamos poder hibernar e, assim, evitar aquelas coisas que vêm em rajadas incómodas."</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">...sim, como tu, transformada em notícia brutal daquelas que não são para nós, para os outros, sim, nunca para nós.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Lamento, gaja, o que vai cá dentro é grosso, espesso e demasiado dorido para sair pelos dedos para as teclas. Só isto.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Beijos nesses caracóis rebeldes e até um destes dias, "Môri".</span></span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-37300130150159261412008-09-15T00:49:00.001+01:002008-09-15T02:53:16.857+01:00Beirut, "Nantes"<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hq2s0AhdFE4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hq2s0AhdFE4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-86131649481700080642008-07-15T02:16:00.002+01:002008-07-15T02:22:33.605+01:00Lykke Li, "I'm Good, I'm Gone"<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJHdT1j6hH8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJHdT1j6hH8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mais algodão amargo/doce </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.myspace.com/lykkeli">aqui</a>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-59558149349970833482008-05-02T02:06:00.003+01:002008-05-02T02:12:01.134+01:00Bon Iver, "The Wolves (Act I & II)"<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mebt2holvps&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mebt2holvps&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-6762766972713967072008-04-29T02:25:00.002+01:002008-04-29T02:33:21.447+01:00Gogol Bordello, "Ave. B"<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geT7VYDEdz8&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geT7VYDEdz8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Ah Nica, everything is illuminated indeed! <br />Obrigada<br />Obrigada<br />ObrigadaUxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-51096074093386182472008-01-18T00:09:00.000+00:002008-01-18T00:15:05.222+00:00The National, "Fake Empire"<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DVyRs6sKxk&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DVyRs6sKxk&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-40377725067368024342008-01-14T23:41:00.000+00:002008-01-14T23:49:37.034+00:0045 cabecinhas... abençoadas!<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Breve interrupção para informar que há sempre gente com boas ideias e que não se coíbe de as por em prática.<br />São graúdos e </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">miúdos, uns dão o mote e outros seguem-no... Ou não.<br />Dá gosto ver e ler.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://45cabecinhas.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">45 Cabecinhas</span></a></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></div>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-58693494461141219842007-12-21T19:44:00.000+00:002007-12-21T19:48:37.158+00:00Outra vez?<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Sim! É Natal outra vez e lá por não apetecer escrever nada pelo menos isto terá de ser:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Feliz Natal para todos vocês, todos que aqui aparecem, todos os que eu gosto de visitar mesmo quando não o faço durante semanas. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Tratem muito bem de vocês, entendido?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Ok.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Até para o ano, então.</span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-66989422009758926032007-11-15T00:50:00.000+00:002007-11-15T03:12:40.743+00:00O homem do mar<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1XrPn1rQg-nrzBC2BjxUb8_Gewcq4hNW4pKu4szvRMtBnmRcNSuvY0hw7IIyzpxOOm4sKj7JGlou3SE268lpicL9pQSizmDjjJGyX0Svv4g4THPJ0gOQxGTVKM_zrrDaTDYK/s1600-h/IMAG0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1XrPn1rQg-nrzBC2BjxUb8_Gewcq4hNW4pKu4szvRMtBnmRcNSuvY0hw7IIyzpxOOm4sKj7JGlou3SE268lpicL9pQSizmDjjJGyX0Svv4g4THPJ0gOQxGTVKM_zrrDaTDYK/s640/IMAG0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132897044691889442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" > 01.01.2007, da Madeira ao Porto Santo</span></span><br /></div><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Era um velho de </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >olhos muito azuis e </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >cara coberta de pequenas ondas. Nascera longe do mar e quando o vira pela primeira sentira como se nunca tivesse vivido. A partir desse dia escolheu-o como sua terra.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Sobre ele e por ele navegou, ora em cascas de noz ora em monstros portentosos. Quando, ao fim de meses, chegava a um qualquer porto encostava-se à amurada e ficava a olhar para o burburinho lá em baixo, os carros, as pessoas a deslocarem-se constantemente em movimentos brutos e pesados.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Ao contrário dos outros, não ia a terra. Assim que punha pé em chão firme sentia-se enjoado, zonzo, perdia o equilíbrio naquela rijeza que lhe suportava os passos. Se precisava mesmo de sair levava com ele um pequeno e maltratado leitor de cassetes no bolso. Dentro apenas uma cassete gravada com música das ondas, o assobio do vento, aqui e ali um grasnar de gaivota ou um canto de baleias. Atrevia-se então a sair e avançava por entre as gentes de peito oprimido mas seguro por aquele cordão umbilical.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Um dia saíra do barco levado às pressas para um hospital onde ficara o tempo suficiente para perceber que regressara de vez a terra firme. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Pó és e ao pó voltarás</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >. Mas ele não. Ele era água e sal, espuma, vento e sol...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Assim que pode levantou-se e saiu rumo ao mar. Lá chegado, deixou-se ir num consolo líquido de quem volta ao ventre materno.</span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-36535414046090969582007-10-29T22:37:00.000+00:002007-10-30T13:31:38.860+00:00Corpos Celestes a pedido<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10rV7dJBPzotEBWsPdVatQuBovDllG501g5aniPM8e_hN4bxb6ggVx1kQVbHyM2lUQ8bgjHAeKVReAUfNqH5zTNCOgFDfBhrLWoj-TRD2HkXl4AxahkxvU1bh8JlPyx-RV4eV/s1600-h/Clive+Owen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126891923054097570" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10rV7dJBPzotEBWsPdVatQuBovDllG501g5aniPM8e_hN4bxb6ggVx1kQVbHyM2lUQ8bgjHAeKVReAUfNqH5zTNCOgFDfBhrLWoj-TRD2HkXl4AxahkxvU1bh8JlPyx-RV4eV/s640/Clive+Owen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://i6.piczo.com/view/i/j/j/v/j/6/k/y/3/q/1/img/i185702248_48559_7.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">(daqui)</span></span></a><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Esta é a pedido. Para alegrar um pouco os dias cinzentos que por aí andam.</span> </div>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13095653.post-53823183141062396012007-10-24T00:08:00.000+01:002007-10-28T15:50:31.120+00:00Corpos Celestes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.football-wallpapers.com/francesco-totti-wallpaper-1/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124690413133643794" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncYUYBq9tCgaH6-i2IFjRhfIWyI0l30nhJU2zPmJ78UmxdgjEjFdz-ESbdbhROCh9Z4wsvbFX_GmAk8lELPX7EfvfrFmEy2DflObpSnq5BCIKQOA-zbMsdAyoEyTSt743iRTE/s640/totti_1_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">(Gostava muito de por aqui o link de onde tirei a foto, a César o que é de César etc, mas o gajo muda para uma</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">pouca-vergonhice ao fim de dois ou três dias pelo que desisto.)</span></span><br /></div><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Perdemos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Isto anda mal, a minha mãe já se levanta e sai da sala ao primeiro ameaço de golo, mete mais um químico para a tensão e enfia-se na cama. E aquela coisa da Virgem se meter ao barulho há dias não ajudou nada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Valha-nos o consolo de saber que o desporto faz bem à saúde e neste particular, aos olhos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vai um agradecimento especial a quem empunhava a câmara que não lhe tirava a dita de cima. Pudera, eu faria o mesmo!</span><br /></span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Post-post e nota explicativa:</em></span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>o link do Totti está corrigido. Eu juro que não sei como foi parar ali acima o outro link que direccionava para a foto de um senhor em práticas lúbricas com um(a) senhor(a?) bem dotado/a. Foi engano. Até porque era uma imagem de péssima qualidade e aqui só postalho do bom e do melhor (segundo a minha bitola, bem entendido). Só espero que a minha mãezinha não tenho clicado lá. Ó mãe, tu não clicaste, pois não?!</em><br /></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span>Uxkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00924399882166518416noreply@blogger.com12