tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329601452011-07-29T09:09:30.509+01:00Guardando os afectos que cruzam o meu olharbutterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063301155144828331noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32960145.post-55095726139259649012007-11-21T02:35:00.000Z2008-12-09T16:07:37.246Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOX5lDZ-ljI/R0OaV18d63I/AAAAAAAAALk/XuN-AMBjx94/s1600-h/009_9-1a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135117700181126002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOX5lDZ-ljI/R0OaV18d63I/AAAAAAAAALk/XuN-AMBjx94/s400/009_9-1a.jpg" border="0" /></a> O tempo avança, lentamente.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32960145-5509572613925964901?l=butterfly-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063301155144828331noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32960145.post-44349359427994655182007-11-18T03:40:00.001Z2009-09-07T03:11:35.427+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOX5lDZ-ljI/Rz-0V18d62I/AAAAAAAAALc/N6Zs2veS4s8/s1600-h/b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134020387576605538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOX5lDZ-ljI/Rz-0V18d62I/AAAAAAAAALc/N6Zs2veS4s8/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /></a> Entre o real e o ilusório vão-se perdendo os meus passos.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32960145-4434935942799465518?l=butterfly-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063301155144828331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32960145.post-5930783743244176832007-11-02T02:50:00.000Z2008-12-09T16:07:37.616Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOX5lDZ-ljI/RyqSgKRve6I/AAAAAAAAALM/sGzTbWP0jLM/s1600-h/056+-+C%C3%B3piai.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128072206926969762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOX5lDZ-ljI/RyqSgKRve6I/AAAAAAAAALM/sGzTbWP0jLM/s400/056+-+C%C3%B3piai.jpg" border="0" /></a> Não há força capaz de derrubar o nosso querer.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32960145-593078374324417683?l=butterfly-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063301155144828331noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32960145.post-15418886977937648562007-10-24T01:31:00.000+01:002008-12-09T16:07:37.789Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOX5lDZ-ljI/Rx6TSIV3C3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/TXbeNqxgLQQ/s1600-h/dif+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124695365680302962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOX5lDZ-ljI/Rx6TSIV3C3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/TXbeNqxgLQQ/s400/dif+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">Este vai ser o meu cantinho de olhares. Olhares que se escondem atrás da objectiva.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32960145-1541888697793764856?l=butterfly-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063301155144828331noreply@blogger.com11