tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33208871656144844202024-03-13T00:18:11.470+00:00TelegramaMorsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-17182412635350742912007-05-27T20:49:00.000+00:002007-05-27T20:52:33.463+00:00Minha Rainha<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/librarychair500x359.jpg" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Este é o teu trono.<br /></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-65505695626808832012007-02-05T00:45:00.000+00:002007-02-05T00:46:59.359+00:00relatividade específicaas tuas <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">cerejas </span>são do tamanho de bolosMorsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-37248095304138806132007-02-05T00:33:00.000+00:002007-02-05T00:36:26.266+00:00certeiro<div style="text-align: right;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/BIGBANKPULPFICTION.jpg" /><br /></div><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" >>como fico feliz<br />>quando te dou prendas<br />>que gostas</span>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-21321243381809883852007-01-28T20:04:00.000+00:002007-01-28T20:06:07.879+00:00desde o primeiro dia<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/snowflakelarge-s.jpg" /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >vejo estrelas</span><br /></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-71207353571908701052007-01-28T19:14:00.000+00:002007-01-28T19:23:38.175+00:00365x24x60x60<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Os segundos do primeiro.</span></span>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-68205847693404345782007-01-02T23:35:00.000+00:002007-01-02T23:39:03.412+00:00PassagemE depois do <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >melhor de sempre</span>, o <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">novo melhor de sempre!</span> </span>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-75885616014285752672007-01-02T23:34:00.000+00:002007-01-02T23:39:37.736+00:00e da janela<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/MT-36.jpg" /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >foi assim que me apareceste na vida</span><br /></div></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-90353151068443598572006-12-15T00:43:00.000+00:002006-12-15T00:54:07.718+00:00X marks the spot<img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/nip.jpg" /><br />há lugares que não desaparecem<br />e que estão sempre debaixo das estrelasMorsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-30377019381048152006-12-11T01:04:00.000+00:002006-12-11T01:08:54.911+00:00Chuva de estrelas<div style="text-align: right;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/estcam.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">the</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">stars</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">shine</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">bright</span></span><br /></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-69236106256667764462006-12-04T23:45:00.000+00:002006-12-05T00:28:10.725+00:00a girar<p align="center"><br /><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/December_Solstice_Rotation_Animatio.gif" /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">por tua causa</span><br /></span><br /></p>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-39791042483447327292006-02-06T11:11:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:58:07.787+00:00Um dia com o tamanho de doisMonstrinhos agarrados a chaves, portões de castelos que se abrem, correntes de ar a prenderem-nos a ameias, miras no alvo, mós junto de nós, cascos que valem festas, bombos e baterias a festejar à beira-mar, a bater a bola para servir, com tudo e com fartura, Deus à vista do Cristo-Rei, não joguei no Euro-Milhões mas já ganhei, abençoada Capela, no escuro a luz, na manhã o sol, no Tejo a Noruega e um pedaço de Sol que eu guardei. Quero mais.Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-57800135292022268562006-02-05T02:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:56:55.299+00:00Swingin'<p align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">It don't mean a thing</span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">if it ain't got that</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>swing</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">(and for sure it has)</span></strong></p>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-63620104861702123672006-02-05T01:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:56:14.898+00:00O meu passeio<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/parte1/nv.jpg" /></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-15824851713481218532006-02-04T22:22:00.001+00:002008-03-25T21:54:42.153+00:00A cem à hora!<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/parte1/bonnie_clyde.jpg" /><br /><i>What a pair!</i></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-30019929698793075642006-02-04T11:11:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:52:38.814+00:00Estampado<span style="font-family:courier;font-size:100%;">Passo o dia a <span style="color:#ff0000;">sorrir </span>em ti</span>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-43058861953770606312006-02-03T11:11:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:51:49.147+00:00Piropo<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">-Que consoantes que tu tens!</span>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-14973051714372698022006-02-02T20:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:51:08.548+00:00comme ça<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">la vie</span><br /></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-80266150193736222422006-02-02T12:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:50:26.993+00:00Enfeitiçado<span style="font-family:georgia;">ípsilon o u<br />cê a esse tê<br />a<br />esse pê e ele ele<br />o ene<br />eme e</span>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-73092977628557637402006-02-02T06:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:49:40.238+00:00Programa para a noite<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/parte1/cpgt.jpg" /></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-67932641269983909892006-02-02T03:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:48:28.352+00:00Just do it<span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;">Birds<br />Bees<br />Educated fleas<br /><br />In Spain, the best upper sets<br />Lithuanians and Letts<br /><br />The Dutch in old Amsterdam<br />Not to mention the Fins<br />Folks in Siam (think of Siamese twins)<br /><br />Some Argentines, without means<br />People say in Boston even beans<br /><br />Romantic sponges, they say<br />Oysters down in oyster bay<br /><br />Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish<br />Even lazy jellyfish<br /><br />Electric eels I might add do it Though it shocks em I know<br /><br />In shallow shoals English soles<br />Goldfish in the privacy of bowls</span>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-80252834496576079062006-02-02T02:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:47:40.395+00:00Estado de espírito<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/parte1/itsa2.jpg" /></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-85929148751643954592006-02-02T01:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:46:23.036+00:00Bichos carpinteiros<p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#3300ff;">simplesmente</span><br />não consigo<br />ficar <span style="color:#ff0000;">quieto</span></span></p>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-23809006525993372832006-02-01T06:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:42:47.202+00:00Facto<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;">há poucas palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;">muito poucas</span></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-88606865026435045542006-02-01T05:00:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:42:08.171+00:00Saudade<div style="text-align: right;">o teu cheiro nas minhas mãos<br /></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320887165614484420.post-36485391195233329102006-02-01T03:00:00.001+00:002008-03-25T21:40:18.414+00:00Só assim é que vale a pena<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p65/telegrafista/parte1/mr.jpg" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(gritos incluídos)</span></div>Morsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633643145185422540noreply@blogger.com0