tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779368473520159872011-11-10T21:05:34.870ZMIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.comBlogger901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-8385128867078451172011-11-10T21:04:00.002Z2011-11-10T21:05:34.879ZWhat turns me on?!?!<br /><br /><iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XXbK07E5Obk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br />migue.l<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-838512886707845117?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-35222997902131421482011-10-02T20:09:00.002+01:002011-10-02T20:11:16.283+01:00Procuro por aquela musica que me arrebate, me levante no ar e me deite ao chäo...<br />Aquela musica que só de ouvir me deixe com pele de galinha, que me leve a fazer o impensavel, <br />Procuro , mas näo encontro.....<br /><br /><br />migue.l<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-3522299790213142148?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-30152826983691034032011-06-28T21:09:00.002+01:002011-06-28T21:15:19.430+01:00A reter:<br /><br />"I will come to you in the daytime<br />I will raise you from your sleep<br />I will kiss you in four places<br />As I go runnin' down your street<br /><br />I will squeeze the life right out of you<br />I will make you laugh, and make you cry<br />And we may never forget it<br />As I make you call my name as you shout it to the blue, summer sky<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">And we may never meet again</span><br />So shed your skin lets get started<br />And you will throw your arms around me<br />And you will throw your arms around me<br /><br />I will come to you at nightime<br />I will climb into your bed<br />I will kiss you in 195 places<br />As I go swim around in your head<br /><br />I will squeeze the life right out of you<br />I will make you laugh, I'll make you cry<br />And we may never forget it<br />As I make you call my name as you shout it to the blue, summer sky<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">And we may never meet again</span></span><br />So shed your skin lets get started<br />And you will throw your arms around me<br />And you will throw your arms around me<br /><br />Ohh yeah, uh huh, uh huh...<br />Ohh yeah, uh hum, ooh...<br />Ohh yeah, uh huh, uh huh...<br />Oh...and you will throw your arms around me..."<br /><br /><br />Summer time!<br /><br />migue.l<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A3oA4BWQovk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-3015282698369103403?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-83759908759196053012011-06-25T19:35:00.000+01:002011-06-25T19:36:08.153+01:00Apeteces-me Lisboa!<br /><br />Migue.l<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-8375990875919605301?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-28132016029386904252011-05-06T21:44:00.003+01:002011-05-06T21:51:21.880+01:00<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/874aOSuO1BY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br />Eu?!?! <br />Eu ao ouvir esta musica gostava de deixar, como ele deixou, a minha marca.<br />Dizer o que os outros sentem, fazer-te sentir como me sinto ao ouvi-lo!!!<br />O nó na garganta as lágrimas que dancam nos meus olhos, uma sensacao de impotencia, qq coisa que quero e á qual nao chego..<br /><br />EU ANDO TAO DOWN!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2813201602938690425?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-2181420726788997682010-10-25T23:10:00.000+01:002010-10-25T23:10:33.842+01:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/ev3h4Ifo48M/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ev3h4Ifo48M?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ev3h4Ifo48M?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />no comments <br /><br />migue.l<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-218142072678899768?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-90773523637040767762010-10-01T22:14:00.001+01:002010-10-01T22:16:05.664+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/TKZPeKtVMMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/estFlBzigX8/s1600/tresa.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/TKZPeKtVMMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/estFlBzigX8/s400/tresa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523189372705648834" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Só para aqueles que ainda tinham duvidas....<br /><br /><br />migue.l<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-9077352363704076776?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-48091817817715376932010-09-17T19:35:00.000+01:002010-09-17T19:35:41.383+01:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/S2r1Ji9_wPc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2r1Ji9_wPc?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2r1Ji9_wPc?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />AGORA O ORIGINAL!<br />DÁ-ME VONTADE DE CHORAR...<br />estranho.<br /><br />migue.l<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-4809181781771537693?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-1581398378079958092010-09-14T18:09:00.000+01:002010-09-14T18:09:45.075+01:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/7xPCxxxvqSw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xPCxxxvqSw?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xPCxxxvqSw?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Esta até a princesa bate o pé....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-158139837807995809?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-59440458542109302492010-07-15T20:57:00.001+01:002010-07-15T21:00:07.606+01:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eptj2EZ4xE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eptj2EZ4xE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />esta é mesmo uma delicia...<br />anos 90...<br />anos 90....<br /><br />saudades!<br /><br />migue.l<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5944045854210930249?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-73445698092004385412010-07-08T21:56:00.001+01:002010-07-08T22:00:05.238+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/TDY71ghpmGI/AAAAAAAAAho/8-TnYxTvFsY/s1600/IMG_0833_0213.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/TDY71ghpmGI/AAAAAAAAAho/8-TnYxTvFsY/s400/IMG_0833_0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491642586075076706" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Uma gaja qq que eu uma vez desenhei!<br /><br /><br />migue.l<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7344569809200438541?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-28521532827341925972010-07-06T17:48:00.000+01:002010-07-06T17:49:47.845+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/TDNeixP8l2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/HM6EK32SHio/s1600/sopa.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/TDNeixP8l2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/HM6EK32SHio/s400/sopa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490836322123552610" /></a><br /><br /><br />A minha sopa!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2852153282734192597?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-62158377009533920322010-03-25T13:47:00.000Z2010-03-25T13:49:24.023ZEu até sei que voces lêem esta merda.<br />E por isso tenho de vos dizer, uma vez que näo säo capazes de atender a merdas dos telefones.<br />Comeco a ficar uma beca farto de ser ignorado....<br />Que fique bem claro, preciso tanto de voces como voces de mim ou seja nada....<br /><br />atentamente<br /><br />eu!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-6215837700953392032?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-16815133779994263542010-02-15T13:23:00.000Z2010-02-15T13:27:53.641ZHá precisamente 10 anos atrás, no meu dia de anos cheguei a casa e o meu pai tinha oara mim um resente de aniversário bastante original.....Eram nada mais nada menos que 21, sim 21, queijos, todos diferentes e de diferentes tamanhos....<br />Foi uma das melhores prendas que algumas vez recebi..<br />Ontem, quando os pais da M. aqui chegaam traziam um embrulho....<br />Sim, eram queijos......<br />deu-me a sensacao de esta gente me comeca a conhecer....<br /><br />um obrigado a eles<br />e um obrigado ao meu pai, que sempre expressou o seu amor por nós de uma forma materialista, porque nunca o soube fazer de outra forma.<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-1681513377999426354?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-81398183622301570822010-02-11T10:43:00.000Z2010-02-11T10:45:16.257Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/S3PftO5bCvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/5G563ZL46CM/s1600-h/IMG_0683.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/S3PftO5bCvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/5G563ZL46CM/s400/IMG_0683.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436935143352371954" /></a><br />PAra este ano, um capacete...<br />para me mandar de cabeca á vida que me fugindo por entre os dedos.<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-8139818362230157082?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-25665624512212536912010-01-27T15:49:00.000Z2010-01-27T15:50:09.657ZEsta é mesmo para o meu "gang" de Lisboa....<br />beijos e abracos<br /><br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLifSFBs_Lk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLifSFBs_Lk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2566562451221253691?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-13465738250805228432010-01-22T16:52:00.000Z2010-01-22T16:55:07.246Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/S1nYC9p0szI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yXlU3rZWVNY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/S1nYC9p0szI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yXlU3rZWVNY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429608371193164594" /></a><br /><br />Isto é o que eu faco ás pessoas em que ponho as maos...<br />nao apenas ao meu irmao, mas a qq outra pessoa que eu tenha a oportunidade de fotografar.<br />Transformo-os em objectos de desejo....<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-1346573825080522843?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-66881809724448458842010-01-13T10:20:00.000Z2010-01-13T10:22:07.270Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/S02ejn4kcEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/uiyIlpbaTpE/s1600-h/IMG_1102.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/S02ejn4kcEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/uiyIlpbaTpE/s400/IMG_1102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426167460890177602" /></a><br /><br />Conseguem dizer: Tenni Fudido????<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-6688180972444845884?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-52704303130080865932009-12-24T22:29:00.000Z2009-12-24T22:32:12.328Zolho a minha volta e veja casinhas vermelhas em madeira cobertasde neve e pergunto:<br />como é que eu aqui vim parar?<br /><br /><br />Miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5270430313008086593?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-82445578817584272162009-12-17T13:04:00.000Z2009-12-17T13:07:49.696Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Syosvlep9dI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VefcMbs-2HA/s1600-h/IMG_0529.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Syosvlep9dI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VefcMbs-2HA/s400/IMG_0529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416190697892607442" /></a><br /><br />Para aqueles que têm a coragem de cá vir...<br />isto é o que vos espera.<br /><br />eu traduzo<br />12 graus negativos..<br />pra já, na proxima semana estam 18 negativos.<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-8244557881758427216?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-87028667628533902822009-12-16T12:12:00.000Z2009-12-16T12:14:41.669Zmusica para o resto da semana.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AnNc3zB2zY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AnNc3zB2zY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-8702866762853390282?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-84722948978133767802009-12-15T11:31:00.000Z2009-12-15T11:46:29.732Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P86fPsC_cCQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P86fPsC_cCQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Isto!?!?!?!?!<br />Eu nem sei por onde comecar....<br />Estavamos na decada de 90, naquela altura em que as Jimmy doyle estavamna berra....<br />cabelos espetados e cheios de gel, camisas berrantes com coletes por cima.<br />patilhas em bico, nunca percebi bem a cena, aquela barbicha..!<br />As docas eram o sitio para se estar, 7mares......uuuuuuiiiiiii<br />Sinto-me extremamente satisfeito por essa epoca ter passado....<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-8472294897813376780?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-80272288090895314812009-12-03T12:08:00.000Z2009-12-03T12:18:12.566ZHoje telefonei aos meus pais, primeiro a um , depois a outro...<br />tive a sensacao de que estavam sós..... <br />eu parti há quatro anos, saí segui o meu caminho, o meu irmao saiu na terca-feira, seguiu o seu caminho , querendo tambem ele percorrer o seu proprio trilho.<br />E eu , aqui tao longe, senti um sentimento de vazio....talvez porque me apercebo cada vez mais da minha mortalidade, ou talvez apenas porque tenho saudades vossas, tuas Tiago, de brincarmos os dois na sala com pistas de carros improvizadas com molas de roupa que "roubavamos" á MÄE, ou , lembraste?, de andarmos com os "canudos" e usarmos oculos escuros para proteger os olhos, eu na sala tu no quarto, com fortalezas feitas de almofadas e cobertores.....lembraste?<br />hoje tenho trinta anos, tu vinte e cinco, e sei que como eu também tu herdaste da nossa familia a capacidade de chorar facilmente.....<br />eu choro, nao sei bem porque....<br />:)<br /><br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-8027228809089531481?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-77001275791756047802009-11-19T19:05:00.000Z2009-11-19T19:11:26.525Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SwWYReLy52I/AAAAAAAAAg0/afDMxwtVlQw/s1600/miguel4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SwWYReLy52I/AAAAAAAAAg0/afDMxwtVlQw/s400/miguel4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405894353655883618" /></a><br />Isto é o que acontece quando um gajo se pöe a brincar com coisas de gajas.<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7700127579175604780?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-69372001351724451052009-11-11T21:49:00.000Z2009-11-11T22:03:05.476Ztantas vezes me sinto como hoje. solitário , vampírico, um único ser, somente eu no meio de tantos outros.<br />hoje sou eu e uma dúzia de cervejas, frescas, quase geladas a cotrastar com o calor que se faz sentir lá fora. <br />os corpos já se despem, as bocas já se unem em beijos que não percebo, mas me deixam aceso como eu não antes me sentira.<br /> na boca o gosto do beijo que não demos, a despedida ainda meio a dormir, entre palavra que soavam a sono, e as tuas a fuga, para a frente, quem sabe....<br />vejo o chão aos quadrados, pinto os olhos, deixo a roupa por engomar..... sinto a tua falta em casa,<br />antes isto que nada, respondo mim mesmo, deixo-me cair sobre a cama desfeita e sonho contigo.<br />bebi para manter a sensação de que não estou só, mantenho-me num estado de apatia entre a minha realidade e minha fantasia onde sou rei e senhor daquilo que não tenho de ainda não tive. <br />pinto-nos em quadros cor de mel, tu és a princesa e eu sou o princepe que te salva do dragão.<br />ultima vontade...... masturbo-me antes de adormer estoirado de um cansaço que me vai matando.<br /><br /><br /><br />Miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-6937200135172445105?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-23107195805172273832009-10-27T15:56:00.000Z2009-10-27T15:57:07.702ZVoces lembram.se de certeza.<br />era a 3.<br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BccYeJfQkBE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BccYeJfQkBE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2310719580517227383?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-21878887896507901612009-10-26T01:38:00.001Z2009-10-26T01:39:04.779ZEste video foi feito por um amigo meu, nao só ele mas tambem...<br />vale a pena dar uma viste de olhos.<br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ufxrb9B3-rM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ufxrb9B3-rM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2187888789650790161?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-74173907925494116992009-10-23T11:52:00.001+01:002009-10-23T11:54:57.894+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SuGLIt0NLKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/uEZMUp1KhEk/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SuGLIt0NLKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/uEZMUp1KhEk/s400/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395746810420341922" /></a><br /><br />Odense como Paris....?<br />ou será o contrário, de qualquer maneira, assumo a minha boémia e o meu gosto pela luxuria e a boa vida.<br />Á boa maneira das memórias de um vádio.<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7417390792549411699?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-68520252208476636322009-10-13T23:52:00.000+01:002009-10-14T00:12:20.109+01:00Hoje embriagava-me...<br />bebia demais ou de menos, e quando estivesse no ponto, choraria tudo e nada..<br />deixava sair todas as frustracoes as lamurias de uma vida perdida entre copos e gajas e amigos que ficam quando nós partimos...<br />por todos os momentos que já näo voltam mas que me tocam como se fosse hoje, agora.<br />deixava correr em mim a sensacäo de ainda te ter..... ou de ter tido<br />deixava crescer tudo o que näo foi, tudo o que näo fui.<br /><br />O copo vazio, a cama fria á minha espera....<br />eu ...<br />tu que näo chegas.......<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-6852025220847663632?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-77872851501958724812009-10-12T11:54:00.000+01:002009-10-12T11:56:59.357+01:00No meu país isto acontece...<br />"Este será o sétimo e último mandato de Isaltino Morais à frente da Câmara Municipal de Oeiras. Mesmo com uma pena de sete anos de prisão sentenciada em Agosto, Isaltino Morais teve mais votos (34,95% em 2005 para 41,3 agora) e ganhou mais duas freguesias: apenas escapou Cruz Quebrada/Dafundo."<br /><br />e enquanto gente corrupta continuar á frente dos destinos de aldeias ou vilas ou cidade e até da merda do país as coisas näo chegam a lado nenhum.<br />Mas devo acrescentar que nós, povo de merda, só temos o que merecemos...<br />:)<br />foda-se ás vezes sinto tamanha vergonha de no meu B.I. estar indicado que a minha patria é portugal.....<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7787285150195872481?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-50033487524082455272009-10-06T09:35:00.000+01:002009-10-06T09:37:48.880+01:00As vezs , mesmo sabendo que é um erro , temos que o fazer....<br /><br /><br />Miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5003348752408245527?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-17782430888140419322009-10-01T23:19:00.000+01:002009-10-01T23:29:23.603+01:00Cheguei a casa, estava deserta, escura, empreguenada de um cheiro a local fechado onde raramente entra luz ou vida.Näo foi propriamente isso que me preocupou ou apoquentou, mas antes o facto de näo haver nada ou ninguem á minha espera.<br /> A pouca luz existente extinguiu-se ao fechar da porta atrás de mim...e depois de pousar as chaves na mesa do hall de entrada, reinou o silencio de novo.<br /> Dei uns passos em direccäo á cozinha, abri a porta do frigorifico, luz novamente e um cheiro a morto, de qualquer coisa putreficada em decomposicäo... "é assim quanda näo se tem nada que nos faca voltar"... pensei eu. Tirei uma cerveja, e deichei morrer quem lá morria, lentamente até quem sabe....<br /> Sentei-me no sofá, täo gasto de mim, que se pode ver as marcas do meu rabo e liguei o televisor..<br />Chegara ao fim mais um dia infindavel.<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-1778243088814041932?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-65949624243407658042009-09-29T14:19:00.000+01:002009-09-29T14:20:26.502+01:00Isto é uma granda malha.<br /><br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6P0jWnDVo6w&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6P0jWnDVo6w&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-6594962424340765804?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-69954537537077078122009-09-27T17:45:00.000+01:002009-09-27T17:46:45.165+01:00Para o ano, por esta altura, nem que vá sozinho....<br />Vou ao Oktober Fest.<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-6995453753707707812?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-6325278739806064382009-09-18T17:03:00.000+01:002009-09-18T17:05:15.250+01:00Ele: Até já pareces suéco..<br />Eu: É do cabelo loiro e olhos azuis...<br />Ele: Näo até o "Ellan" é diferente...<br />Eu: !?!?.....<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-632527873980606438?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-31075714079473267072009-09-16T17:03:00.000+01:002009-09-16T17:15:13.192+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SrEOj-4nVaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-uCFpWXq3_w/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SrEOj-4nVaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-uCFpWXq3_w/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382099041023120802" /></a><br />E agora que estou de saída, deixo aqui uma pequena lembrança daquilo qe se passou nestas três semanas.<br />Três semanas em que revi amigos, comi e bebi coisas da minha terra..<br />discuti e aparvalhei , revisitei locais onde não ia há tanto tempo....<br />apaixonei-me, ouvi e dediquei tempo a ouvir......expus-me e dei a conhecer ideias...<br />Sempre recebido de braços abertos e sorriso nos lábios.<br />Eis o meu povo..<br />Noites de jantares e coboiadas com aquela malta do costume, não preciso dizer quem são, eles sentem-no.... copos e cigarros, entre dois dedos de conversas raramente sérias <br />... e a falta que vocês me fazem...<br />Lisboa sempre como pano de fundo, para o melhor e o melhor, sim porque aqui, apesar de tudo, pior não há....<br />parto amanha, mas desta vez deixo aqui um bom bocado de mim.<br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><br /><br />ps.<br />Falta aqui um, ou se calhar não falta, estava lá mesmo não estando.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-3107571407947326707?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-79532884358783150332009-09-09T18:42:00.000+01:002009-09-09T18:43:25.752+01:00Cruzei-me hoje com esta musica....<br />Absolutamente, qualquer coisa que agora não me sai...<br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAMj4dVDAQY&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAMj4dVDAQY&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7953288435878315033?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-44776302756080987542009-09-07T12:33:00.000+01:002009-09-07T12:37:44.081+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SqTv3l9G1bI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mKIbV8PsJP4/s1600-h/IMG_7845.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SqTv3l9G1bI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mKIbV8PsJP4/s400/IMG_7845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378687593347470770" /></a><br /><br />Se eu soubesse o quanto este espaço de diversão nocturna iria mudar a minha vida....<br />Se há cinco anos atrás eu tivesse a mais pequena ideia do que ali me esperava....<br />teria feito tudo na mesma.<br /><br /><br />Este é o meu local de culto, onde rezo, onde carrego baterias.<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-4477630275608098754?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-55387218888650426862009-09-04T16:19:00.000+01:002009-09-04T16:21:46.887+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SqEwOV2oF5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/JtNMAyrFUfo/s1600-h/IMG_7757+19-54-44.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SqEwOV2oF5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/JtNMAyrFUfo/s400/IMG_7757+19-54-44.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377632452999649170" /></a><br /><br /><br />como se ainda houvessem duvidas de qual a mais bela cidade...eis a minha contribuição para a causa<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5538721888865042686?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-43431636521622113702009-09-02T19:24:00.000+01:002009-09-02T19:40:02.870+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sp671o0TY3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/4P7Yae0PAas/s1600-h/IMG_7628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sp671o0TY3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/4P7Yae0PAas/s400/IMG_7628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376941535291204466" /></a><br /><br /><br />THIS IS MY LOVER...<br />MY CITY....<br />MY PLACE....<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-4343163652162211370?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-90452508938891445192009-08-31T14:54:00.001+01:002009-08-31T14:56:57.357+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SpvWcvggU6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/UspSIkJIofw/s1600-h/IMG_7461.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SpvWcvggU6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/UspSIkJIofw/s400/IMG_7461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376126369474302882" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />A caminha de Teixugueiras....<br /><br />foto tirada de dentro do carro em andamento...<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-9045250893889144519?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-87323754793031626862009-08-29T12:51:00.000+01:002009-08-29T12:53:15.923+01:00Queria so dizer que estou de ´ferias em CAbeceiraws de Basto.....<br />actualizacoes estaram para breve...<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-8732375479303162686?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-8241675020120765652009-08-25T17:17:00.000+01:002009-08-25T17:18:54.083+01:00Como dizia ontem o Marco:<br /><br /><br /><br />" Näo destruas o mistério..."<br /><br />Vou tentar näo o fazer.<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-824167502012076565?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-61272317205985362572009-08-23T02:06:00.000+01:002009-08-23T02:07:51.124+01:00Esta noite quando saí de casa, tinha dois objectivos..<br />primeiro, embriagar-me...<br />segundo, esquecer-te....<br />falhei redondamente em ambos..<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-6127231720598536257?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-52824710839950870722009-08-22T02:05:00.000+01:002009-08-22T02:06:36.154+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/So9EhqUcgCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3DNCWbhYCFw/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/So9EhqUcgCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3DNCWbhYCFw/s400/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372588225562705954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pah voces lembram-se disto????<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5282471083995087072?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-32047254112280071232009-08-17T18:23:00.000+01:002009-08-17T18:27:06.772+01:00FODA-SE!!!!!<br />Eu tenho uma foto na montra de uma galeria de arte!!!!<br />Quantos de vós podem dizer o mesmo???<br /><br />(esta é a prova de afinal até näo sou nada mau...)<br /><br />Orgulhoso Miguel<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SomSkSdcCOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/eIWQwPgqlzo/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SomSkSdcCOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/eIWQwPgqlzo/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370985182744283362" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-3204725411228007123?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-79865122704927972702009-08-16T14:17:00.000+01:002009-08-16T14:19:49.178+01:00Quando eu morrer nao quero que batam em latas, <br />ou corram aos saltos aos pinotes....<br /><br />O que eu quero é que esta seja a ultima musica , e depois............... eterno silencio!<br /><br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zl4DqFuIS9g&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zl4DqFuIS9g&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7986512270492797270?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-18983730848482571912009-08-15T10:54:00.000+01:002009-08-15T10:57:55.358+01:00"Saudades trago comigo<br />Do teu corpo e nada mais<br />Pois a lei por que me sigo<br />Não tem pecados mortais<br /><br />Talvez tu queiras saber<br />Porque em vida já estou morto<br />São apenas, podes crer,<br />As saudades do teu corpo<br /><br />E tu que sentes por mim<br />Desde essa noite perdida<br />Sentes esse frio em ti<br />Que eu sinto na minha vida<br /><br />Eu sei que o teu corpo<br />Há-de sentir a falta do meu<br />Por isso eu tenho a saudade<br />Que o meu corpo tem do teu"<br /><br />Camané<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-1898373084848257191?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-54248002248141575852009-08-13T12:03:00.000+01:002009-08-13T12:04:26.035+01:00Nesta ultima semana nao me tem saido da cabeca esta musica.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iT7XOrNsEJU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iT7XOrNsEJU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5424800224814157585?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-75825845096967425462009-08-11T17:13:00.000+01:002009-08-11T17:21:59.930+01:00"A senhora pára de fazer malha, guarda tudo dentro de um saco de plástico cinzento que tem a seu lado, levanta-se, desiquilibra-se ligeiramente antes de agarrar com a mäo direita o tubo de aço polido. Os batentes da porta abrem-se ruidosamente cada um para seu lado e a senhora sai para a plataforma.<br /><br />Nunca mais voltará a ver aquela pessoa."<br /><br /><br />Pedro Paixao<br />Rosa vermelha em quarto escuro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7582584509696742546?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-267443051428458332009-08-01T23:22:00.000+01:002009-08-01T23:24:29.877+01:00Só para fäs da guerra das estrelas...<br />ue.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/muaAZE0M3LU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/muaAZE0M3LU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-26744305142845833?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-11869160994186281282009-07-20T15:03:00.000+01:002009-07-20T15:09:18.064+01:00Aceito sugestoes acerca de quais comprar...<br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR6XeZe_TI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fTivjCCOGkc/s1600-h/IMG_7107.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR6XeZe_TI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fTivjCCOGkc/s400/IMG_7107.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360544000193264946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR6JtZu2TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Gf_EkYYi66Y/s1600-h/IMG_7106.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR6JtZu2TI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Gf_EkYYi66Y/s400/IMG_7106.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360543763702667570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR58L9samI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0L0EQMbcFdU/s1600-h/IMG_7102.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR58L9samI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0L0EQMbcFdU/s400/IMG_7102.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360543531388398178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR5hSPqHeI/AAAAAAAAAfU/bR1Na23v7xc/s1600-h/IMG_7101.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR5hSPqHeI/AAAAAAAAAfU/bR1Na23v7xc/s400/IMG_7101.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360543069217889762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR5UCOktzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Bdketn_HX4E/s1600-h/IMG_7096.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SmR5UCOktzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Bdketn_HX4E/s400/IMG_7096.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360542841580074802" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-1186916099418628128?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-5721145227669342522009-07-20T12:19:00.000+01:002009-07-20T12:22:45.167+01:00Se aos 20 anos me tivessem dito que dali a 10 anos estaria sentado num bar tipo english pub em Sundsvall, no centro da Suécia, a beber cerveja belga, na companhia de um australiano e de um sul-africano....Ter-lhes-ia dito que estavam a brincar comigo, nunca em tal altura poderia eu ter imaginado tal situacäo....<br /><br /><br /><br />As vidas que a volta dá....<br />ou qq coisa do genero<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-572114522766934252?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-7267756403589863552009-07-19T01:06:00.000+01:002009-07-19T01:17:40.211+01:00Tommy fodia-a como se fosse a sua ultima vez...<br />Amy chorava baixinho, só para si.. Desejava outro em vez dele.<br />Näo lhe sabia o nome, mas conhecia-lhe os olhos, a boca, o sorriso...<br />Sonhava em te-lo ali junto a ela, nú, viril... suando com ela, entre gemidos de prazer e olhares de cumplicidades..<br /> Tommy por seu lado, estava a anos luz daquela realidade e vinha-se com um ruido estranho que lhe chegava das entranhas, como um uivo de lobisomem, Amy já näo aguntava mais... fingiu um orgasmo e deixou-se ficar quieta abracada a si mesma desejando que ele ali estivesse a abraca-la...<br />Longe dali, Michel sonhava com ela....<br /><br />Miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-726775640358986355?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-41276253399717511922009-07-16T19:33:00.000+01:002009-07-16T19:35:24.485+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sl9y24qd-aI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FGVw_XInB7A/s1600-h/italia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sl9y24qd-aI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FGVw_XInB7A/s400/italia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359128368843192738" /></a><br /><br /><br />Hoje estive o dia todo de volta de linguicas, e mozzarelas e essas tretas todas...<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-4127625339971751192?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-8439737514275883342009-07-15T23:27:00.000+01:002009-07-15T23:46:40.708+01:00foda-se..!!!<br />caralhos ma fodam mais esta merda toda......<br />aaaaaaaaaiiiiiii!!!!!!<br />que nojo que esta merda me comeca a meter...<br />filhos da puta.....<br /><br />foda-se<br />foda-se<br />fodaaaaaaaaaaa-ssssseeeeeee!!!!!<br />a minha pergunnta é????<br />Se eu der a minha vida pela causa, será que alguém vai aprender alguma coisa???<br /><br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-843973751427588334?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-84534634791875757132009-07-11T14:04:00.000+01:002009-07-11T14:05:11.476+01:00Uma perola......<br />meus porcos..... (näo é preciso dizer mais..)<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBN3eRjD4oE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBN3eRjD4oE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-8453463479187575713?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-25779360966522060632009-07-10T14:30:00.000+01:002009-07-10T14:32:01.402+01:00"Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking<br />Can't we give ourselves one more chance<br />Why can't we give love that one more chance<br />Why can't we give love give love give love give love<br />give love give love give love give love give love<br />'Cause love's such an old fashioned word<br />And love dares you to care for<br />The people on the edge of the night<br />And love dares you to change our way of<br />Caring about ourselves<br />This is our last dance<br />This is our last dance<br />This is ourselves<br />Under pressure<br />Under pressure<br />Pressure"<br /><br />Sinto-me assim constantemente...<br />É como que uma maldicao.<br /><br />ue.<br /><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRA0gTcPaio&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRA0gTcPaio&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2577936096652206063?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-76316211876080591082009-07-08T19:38:00.000+01:002009-07-08T19:39:33.541+01:00pah...<br />Voces lembram-se disto???<br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQ5PC54futo&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQ5PC54futo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7631621187608059108?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-42783736874423963172009-07-05T17:56:00.000+01:002009-07-05T18:08:11.367+01:00Ontem näo aguentei mais, quando a vi sair corri atrás dela, segurei-a pelo braco, e quando me olhou quase caí, de uns azuis de mar das caraibas.<br />Demorei um pouco a recompor-me, pareceu-me uma eternidade, mas vi-lhe um sorriso nos lábios que me dizia que estava no bom caminho.<br />Só lhe consegui dizer que estava linda....<br />As palavras, apesar de poucas, enrolaram-se-me e optei por um silencio contemplador, cumplice.... Trocamos segredos entre olhares, e prometemos encontrar-nos depois, algures...<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-4278373687442396317?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-79878144383556092712009-07-02T00:34:00.000+01:002009-07-02T00:36:11.640+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SkvyxqKMMKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3Hqb6kwyygQ/s1600-h/30062009.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SkvyxqKMMKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3Hqb6kwyygQ/s400/30062009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353639517004509346" /></a><br />como dizia na segunda-feira...<br />Grelhados e cervejas.<br />A prova.<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7987814438355609271?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-40795416668526326192009-06-30T20:47:00.000+01:002009-06-30T20:48:41.792+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQtLoJlQD6E&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQtLoJlQD6E&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-4079541666852632619?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-1755526655214767782009-06-29T23:03:00.001+01:002009-06-29T23:11:15.755+01:00Entre lágimas de saudade pelos amigos que se vao perdendo, e as lágrimas de alegria pelo amigo que cada vez mais o é, ficam as diferencas entre as memorias de bons velhos tempos, e todas as possibilidades que se apresentam á minha frente.<br />Entre a mulher da minha vida e todas as outras por quem passei vai tanto tempo e tanto espaco, que por vezes me esqueco de que algumas vez fora tao feliz.<br />Entre as memorias da VELHA SENHORA e os dias monotonos de Sundsvall vai uma imensidao de anos luz que nem o tempo pode apagar.<br /><br /><br /><br />Acho que o que qiero dizer é, tenho saudades de casa, de mim, de nós......<br />tenho saudades tuas, Miguel, de ti como só tu podes ser, como só tu sabes ser....<br />Näo percas esse sorriso.<br /><br /><br />Miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-175552665521476778?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-26636536229381290182009-06-20T15:50:00.000+01:002009-06-20T15:51:44.568+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sjz3UaA5mnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nD6IrkxVb3U/s1600-h/cigarro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sjz3UaA5mnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nD6IrkxVb3U/s400/cigarro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349422387361847922" /></a><br /><br />por vezes tenho ainda vontade de um cigarro.<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2663653622938129018?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-27757632588462613612009-06-09T21:34:00.000+01:002009-06-09T21:40:15.213+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Si7Id0_hAOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/x4EdrheoIbo/s1600-h/IMG_6622.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Si7Id0_hAOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/x4EdrheoIbo/s400/IMG_6622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345430222502166754" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tenho feito umas experiencias em casa.<br />Esta foto é resultado duma dessas experiencias.<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2775763258846261361?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-78327551993678463522009-06-07T22:31:00.000+01:002009-06-07T22:32:13.901+01:004.<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7832755199367846352?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-39021212197732911822009-06-04T14:09:00.000+01:002009-06-04T14:11:59.962+01:00Esta é mesmo só para os verdadeiros mosqueteiros, aqueles que lá estavam todos os fds, nao ligando a chuva, sol ou frio, sem se importarem com gaijas ou gaijos, só ali estando por puro prazer da companhia um do outro...Lembras-te??? foi antes de todas as merdas que aconteceram.... e parecia täo perfeito....<br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_1kziD6Lec&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_1kziD6Lec&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-3902121219773291182?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-32987267916281859112009-05-31T17:41:00.000+01:002009-06-02T12:19:29.394+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgV003YwIsI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgV003YwIsI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />já tem uns anos, mas é tao fixeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!<br />Só para verdadeiros...<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-3298726791628185911?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-53096052466917102632009-05-31T17:24:00.000+01:002009-05-31T17:37:00.050+01:00Sao 6 da manha de domingo, nao consegui pregar olho a noite inteira.<br />Sento-me em frente ao computador e sinto um formigueiro no estomago, quero saber quem ela é, por onde anda toda as outras vezes que nao a vejo, o que faz, com quem toma cafe ou sai á noite, o que a faz rir ou chorar...que filmes vê, que musica ouve e quando se sente só e triste o que anima??....<br />Tenho um desejo enorme de a fazer sorrir, de lhe beijar o pescoço de lhe tocar os lábios<br />sentir a pele....... o cheiro.......<br />procuro por toda a imensidao que é esta internet, procuro em mim....procuro por ela e talvez por mim mesmo, perdido no azul dos seus olhos....<br />ligo a Tv, ultimo acto de desespero, talvez "eles", os de TV, saibam quem ela é... onde mora... talvez até me mostrem um pouco dela......<br />ou o caminho a até ela...<br />emporque tantos sorrisos.. e porque tantos olhares..atormenta-me de cada vez que nos cruzamos, e todo o tempo depois ou antes.....<br />malvada....<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5309605246691710263?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-43380760727910652072009-05-21T12:30:00.000+01:002009-05-21T12:42:18.568+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/ShU-AiQdKAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YWdqn4Zy-tc/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/ShU-AiQdKAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YWdqn4Zy-tc/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338241112234338306" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Foram dois anos que passaram a correr, entre rabiscos em folhas de papel cortadas á pressa ou tracos geometricos para que prespectiva fosse a correcta.<br /> Foram dois ano entre tintas e telas, entre laboratorios de fotografia e um computador atulhado de posiveis projectos á espera de serem alterados na merda do photoshop.<br /> Foram dois anos de contaco com gente com mais talento , do que eu alguma vez pude imaginar, gente que daqui para a frente terá a possibilidade de influenciar, tocar fazer sentir ou expressar a sua visao, ou o seu "eu"....<br /> Foram dois anos de aventura, de descoberta, de aprendizagem de desenvolvimento....<br />Sinto-me mais capaz, mais realizado.... sinto-me mais eu, capaz de me expressar visualmente.....<br /><br /><br />Esta foto mostra algumas coisas das coisas que fui fazendo, umas boas, outras menos boas.<br />mas todas vindas de mim. muitas mais poderia ter mostrado, mas eram estas que estavam aqui á espera....<br /><br />Foram dois anos espantosos.<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-4338076072791065207?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-22545547885874288972009-05-20T13:38:00.000+01:002009-05-20T13:39:44.379+01:00Uma perola,<br />eu até nem gosto muito do sr. , mas esta musica.....<br />meus amigos.... é divinal.<br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB2KRRUflgw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB2KRRUflgw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2254554788587428897?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-71370985087450803942009-05-13T20:50:00.000+01:002009-05-13T20:52:24.636+01:00Como gostaram tanto do outro, eu deixo aqui mais um<br />Big empty<br />Stone temple pilots<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65jkFKR-udY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65jkFKR-udY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />Só para aficcionados<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7137098508745080394?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-5894060948310614392009-05-09T15:43:00.000+01:002009-05-09T15:44:31.870+01:00Sou só eu , ou esta musica tem uma sensualidade absulutamente fantastica?!?!<br /><br />Lenny Kravitz " I belong to you"<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/foXy8gVKgog&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/foXy8gVKgog&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-589406094831061439?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-75436811034888848722009-04-25T14:37:00.000+01:002009-04-25T15:06:10.931+01:00Ainda nao é "one man show", mas ha-de ser.<br />É o resultado destes dois anos de contacto com cores, formas, nuances, composiçoes e essas coisas todas.<br />A pintura, a minha pelo menos, ficou de fora, deixei as minhas fotos falarem por mim.<br />Tres conjuntos diferentes, tres estilos que quase nada teem a ver uns com os outros, mas sao todos meus, todos tratados com o mesmo respeito, com a mesma atençao.<br />De mim, para quem o quiser ver.<br /><br /><br />miguel<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SfMYJEMTo4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/QSs3lJUOQKA/s1600-h/IMG_5999.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SfMYJEMTo4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/QSs3lJUOQKA/s400/IMG_5999.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328629328132678530" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SfMX0zQ8O6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/AgGBoMx0Ae8/s1600-h/IMG_5995.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SfMX0zQ8O6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/AgGBoMx0Ae8/s400/IMG_5995.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328628979991329698" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SfMXgl6wnnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wKZQLqzJZFs/s1600-h/IMG_5993.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SfMXgl6wnnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wKZQLqzJZFs/s400/IMG_5993.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328628632811249266" /></a><br /><br /><br />p.s.<br />teresa, obrigado pelo apoio e pela ajuda.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7543681103488884872?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-75825130468773998282009-04-20T11:49:00.000+01:002009-04-20T11:50:32.167+01:00E o caralho....<br />a conta das fotos para a exposicao chegou hoje...<br />É bom que eu consiga vender uma, pelo menos..<br />Interessados????<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-7582513046877399828?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-20881653918361768352009-04-17T17:07:00.000+01:002009-04-17T17:13:38.868+01:00O que eu gostava mesmo, aquilo que hoje me ocorreu quando vi que todos os quadros e fotos estavam pendurados nas paredes do museu... o que me daria o maior dos prazeres seria que o meu irmao aqui aparecesse amanha, assim, caído no nada, sem que eu soubesse de nada, sem ter a mais pequena ideia de que ele estava a caminho.<br />Gostava, só pela piada de ver a minha cara.....<br /><br />pode ser que venha..<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2088165391836176835?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-57287311213258191752009-04-15T14:21:00.000+01:002009-04-15T14:26:10.799+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SeXflKydIKI/AAAAAAAAATw/ewTRSM_djxg/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SeXflKydIKI/AAAAAAAAATw/ewTRSM_djxg/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324907964079612066" /></a><br /><br />Ás vezes sinto saudades de casa..<br />A minha cidade, as minhas raízes, as pessoas que eu conheço e que me conhecem a mim, me chamam pelo nome e me viram crescer.<br />Ás vezes tenho saudades de percorrer estas ruas , jogar á bola na calçada com duas pedras como baliza.<br /><br />foram semanas de trabalho, e aqui está o resultado.<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5728731121325819175?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-12984188765193157432009-04-09T17:16:00.000+01:002009-04-09T17:17:32.038+01:00Tinha de partilhar esta malha com a malta que por aqui vai assando.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ9mtYG-NH0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ9mtYG-NH0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Bom fim de semana<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-1298418876519315743?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-11042512836570670482009-04-06T20:37:00.000+01:002009-04-06T20:39:28.063+01:00Hoje deu-me para fotografar um tema que nunca me interessou muito.<br />flores....<br />Eis o resultado.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SdpaEE2ZvJI/AAAAAAAAATo/k4W2C_zE-OM/s1600-h/lilasnet.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SdpaEE2ZvJI/AAAAAAAAATo/k4W2C_zE-OM/s400/lilasnet.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321664935759559826" /></a><br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-1104251283657067048?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-23894715978428000432009-04-02T12:22:00.000+01:002009-04-02T12:23:45.578+01:00THE DOORS<br />the end<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QHFK1yKfiGo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QHFK1yKfiGo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2389471597842800043?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-15611828041534430222009-03-31T10:00:00.000+01:002009-03-31T10:01:09.604+01:00"Só quando Deus não existe é que o Homem é livre."<br /><br />michel onfray<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-1561182804153443022?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-26457673859064462452009-03-26T18:18:00.000Z2009-03-26T18:21:28.489Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwzgak0pNpk&hl=sv&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwzgak0pNpk&hl=sv&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Simplesmente brutal.<br />Quantas memórias, quantos dias passei a ouvir esta musica, tanta vez pensei que fazia sentido ou näo, sei lá...<br />sozinho no meu quarto a derramar lágrimas, minhas e de quem que fosse..<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-2645767385906446245?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-47939684181483382442009-03-24T20:16:00.000Z2009-03-24T20:21:59.730ZEstes tenis estäo comigo à pelo menos 12 anos.. o minimo que podia fazer era pinta-los num quadro.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sck_3vyNkkI/AAAAAAAAATY/QVuQvKsAlZY/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sck_3vyNkkI/AAAAAAAAATY/QVuQvKsAlZY/s400/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316851062040007234" /></a><br />miguel<br /><br /><br /><br />Esta é a minha versäo de um quadro de Kandinsky... näo será certamente a melhor.... mas é a minha e tive a coragem de a pintar<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SclADNYmY-I/AAAAAAAAATg/XzF5seCSG8w/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SclADNYmY-I/AAAAAAAAATg/XzF5seCSG8w/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316851258964206562" /></a>miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-4793968418148338244?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-59404515789200552712009-03-19T09:45:00.000Z2009-03-19T09:50:02.870ZPerco por vezes a noçao do tempo que já foi...<br />Encostado aos dias que passam melancolicos, esqueço as caras e os corpos por quem passei,<br />em quem toquei.<br />Näo foi por mal que nao te procurei...<br />Näo foi por já nao te querer que deixei cair a cortina que nos cobria.<br />Näo tenho desculpa , também näo a quero ter..<br />Fiz o que fiz...<br />e estou aqui..... se ainda quiseres.<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5940451578920055271?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-69943391659307337322009-03-09T13:27:00.000Z2009-03-09T13:28:31.532ZXutos<br />"1* de Agosto."<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcZYELe0rnA&hl=sv&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcZYELe0rnA&hl=sv&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-6994339165930733732?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-88306710955367649012009-03-03T10:45:00.000Z2009-03-03T10:48:03.816Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sa0KmcN73_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ua3uB04JgHU/s1600-h/malagueta.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/Sa0KmcN73_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ua3uB04JgHU/s400/malagueta.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308911191265632242" /></a><br /><br /><br />A minha mäe sempre me disse que com a comida näo se brincava.<br />....Eu nunca liguei muito.....<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-8830671095536764901?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-31287893931208964422009-02-27T15:18:00.000Z2009-02-27T15:23:27.958Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SagEcleHbzI/AAAAAAAAASw/xU9lJFxhCGU/s1600-h/24012009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SagEcleHbzI/AAAAAAAAASw/xU9lJFxhCGU/s320/24012009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307497049997406002" /></a><br /><br />o meu amigo Bacardi.<br />por vezes temos noitadas que duram até de manha, onde falamos de tudo e de nada<br />antigos namoros, jantares, ou uma qualquer estória säo partilhados...<br />ás vezes, choramos até.... de saudades ou dor ou.... outra coisa qualquer.<br />O meu amigo bacardi....<br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-3128789393120896442?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-19966740178362135012009-02-26T11:09:00.000Z2009-02-26T11:10:38.274Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw_4LWeIvMM&hl=sv&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw_4LWeIvMM&hl=sv&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />amo esta musica<br /><br /><br />miguel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-1996674017836213501?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-90516451741594320912009-02-24T11:22:00.000Z2009-02-24T11:24:19.813Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SaPYrFiaQWI/AAAAAAAAASo/o2YfWyS4vHE/s1600-h/brasileiro.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhGLiMxZ8O0/SaPYrFiaQWI/AAAAAAAAASo/o2YfWyS4vHE/s320/brasileiro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306323020705055074" /></a><br /><br /><br />miguel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-9051645174159432091?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777936847352015987.post-51255303565118582582009-02-22T00:00:00.000Z2009-02-22T00:06:02.205Znao sei.....<br />nao me interessa...<br />quero ficar aqui, sem ti, <br />vai, vai agora, näo olhes para trás<br />vai sem mim, e sem te preocupares com aquilo que deixas.<br />Eu?<br />Eu fico,<br /> aqui,... <br />sem nada ,<br /> ou , quem sabe com tudo....<br />mas vai...<br />deixa-me agora, vou beber as minhas magoas.<br />vou chorar as minhas perdas...<br />Vai....<br /><br /><br />ue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777936847352015987-5125530356511858258?l=aquiloquenuncafoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MIGue.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135070813179631097noreply@blogger.com0