tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36702401518669326542011-04-22T00:16:52.198+01:00all the rest is in betweenperforming my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-37231323227516039232007-10-28T22:40:00.000Z2007-10-28T23:17:40.221Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/RyURojplScI/AAAAAAAAABg/RKs-ejbC39s/s1600-h/PA260019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126523139293268418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/RyURojplScI/AAAAAAAAABg/RKs-ejbC39s/s200/PA260019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>minha irmã chama-se cristina.</div><br /><div>ela gosta de comer pasteis de belem. ela gosta de ler livros, ela é uma pessoa divertida, ela é engraçada. ela vai fazer 27 anos daquí há uns dias, e quer comprar un vestido.</div><div>Estamos a falar do ricardo, o nosso outro irmão. a cristina esta a falar duma certa gimnástica da suecia, e que fez lamingtons o outro dia, são mesmo bons e também fez a tarte de uvas que a minha mãe fazia. é mesmo boa, mesmo. e que é boa ideia ir ao ginásio.</div><div>a minha irmã diz que explodir de amor é maravilhoso.</div><div>estamos a falar de amor. ela tem mais experiência do que eu. esta há trêce anos com o martin.</div><div>estou a tentar escrever uma historia, acho que chego até aqui. estou mais tranquilo com o meu sentir. estou. </div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-3723132322751603923?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-42455483725841705372007-10-28T00:45:00.001+01:002007-10-28T00:46:16.628+01:00<a href="http://zephyrusprana.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/rtwinheart2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://zephyrusprana.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/rtwinheart2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-4245548372584170537?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-47957429111147813232007-10-28T00:38:00.001+01:002007-10-28T00:40:00.177+01:00esta é uma mensagem de saudade.<br />hoje é o dia que o horario muda para o inverno. estou um pouco extranho, estou esquisito.<br />gostava de não sei o que.<br />beijos, e beijinhos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-4795742911114781323?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-2022869346813663792007-08-27T03:28:00.000+01:002007-08-27T03:40:24.216+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/RtI5DmN3YbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmZgrmOy21Y/s1600-h/j+++b.BMP"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103204061725286834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/RtI5DmN3YbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmZgrmOy21Y/s320/j+%2B+b.BMP" border="0" /></a><br /><div>cuando nos conocimos tenias el pelo mas largo, yo tambien. cuando nos conocimos tenia una casa llena de recuerdos, ahora solo estas tu. cuando nos conocimos no tenias geografia y ahora tenemos un camino juntos. todas las palabras son. todas para que sepas cuanto te quiero. gracias </div><br /><div>cuando nos conocimos tenia mas incertezas y una pesada carga a mis espaldas. ahora solo me tengo a mi. te amo con todas mis fuerzas. que bonito que suena. siempre. el otro dia me di cuenta que estaba perdidamente enamorado de ti y me asuste. te quiero porque es asi, porque no sabria como hacer de otra manera, te escribo esto para mi, te lo escribo para recordarlo luego. hoy tengo mas certezas, hoy quiero que te cases conmigo y tener una familia, hoy si. te quiero como nunca a nadie, como la primera vez, con ganas. esta es claramente una carta de amor, y como eres parte de mi eres parte de este blog. gracias, millones de...</div>te amo profundamente. hoy.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-202286934681366379?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-41173287485497676112007-08-13T02:54:00.001+01:002007-08-13T03:02:37.741+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/Rr-7gZr1rjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/H5iqOho2nC8/s1600-h/P8040148.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097999468531658290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/Rr-7gZr1rjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/H5iqOho2nC8/s320/P8040148.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/Rr-7g5r1rkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8dJQJnG2G0k/s1600-h/P8040149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097999477121592898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/Rr-7g5r1rkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8dJQJnG2G0k/s320/P8040149.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-4117328748549767611?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-21186113368626505482007-08-13T00:18:00.000+01:002007-08-13T03:19:35.406+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/Rr-dtpr1riI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xOYtu3tCvLk/s1600-h/taquina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097966710816091682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/Rr-dtpr1riI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xOYtu3tCvLk/s320/taquina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/thorin.adnc.com/.../gallery/bolivia/taquina.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>That night i tought it was a good idea to write a story.</div><br /><br /><div>A story about myself 4 years later sharing with my friends in my local town, drinking the local beer and beeing as always. I had a feeling of unity i can't describe, i was happy and jolly.</div><br /><br /><div>All the guys where happy too. We got drunk very fast. I don't know why but somehow that was a blury night. Feelings where mixed, people was happy trying to be happy trying to be. I was just smiling pretending to be a winner, trying to feel happy.</div><br /><br /><div>I don't know.</div><br /><br /><div>I don't remember i got drunk and stoned and ... </div><br /><br /><div>This usually happens to me when i'm on high sensations, whenever i don't know.</div><br /><br /><div>I wanted to write a story about that night and i can't go on telling no more, it was a story of beer, smiles and happines. Or i want to keep that sensation close to my heart, or i want to write in spanish to express myself more accurately, or... </div><br /><br /><div>This seams to be the way, trying and trying again to built a whole, to find a sense. I was drunk because i was trying to be me and couldn't find me in the process, i was drunk because i was trying to be happy?. I don't know... someone in my family is a drunkard, it's sad.</div><br /><br /><div>I'll be thinking this days (again) who am i. Where? Where to?</div><br /><br /><div>I like it here in my heart. I don't want to be for you, i want to be for me.</div><br /><br /><div>This is not a story no more.</div><br /><br /><div>The story of me.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-2118611336862650548?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-68548947891304767322007-08-03T22:00:00.000+01:002007-08-03T22:13:37.305+01:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ilustradores.com/.../imagenes/soledad.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://jmontiel.blogspot.es/img/Soledad.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://jmontiel.blogspot.es/img/Soledad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>O dia das coisas que nao diziam nada, o dia das coisas silenciosas, das coisas que sao.</div><br /><div>quantas vezes vou passar a porta e sair para a rua sem pensar em mais.</div><br /><div>estou a espera que alguma coisa aconteça com a minha vida... continuo a pensar que nao é necessario que aconteça nada.</div><br /><div>Gostava de partilhar este silencio. A solidao é um sitio, é um estadio, é uma invençao.</div><br /><div>Gosto muito de ti. Tive que repetir 3 vezes ao espelho que te amava só para voltar a este plano e acalmar o meu coraçao. E se todo acabasse agora no meu mundo? A morte nao me preocupa, preocupa-me nao conseguir, nao concluir. Há que concluir que?... nem sei.</div><br /><div>Gostava de dizer algumas coisas profundas mas este estado de silencio é já tao profundo que realmente nao sei.</div><br /><div>Queria comprar uma copa de gelado, queria andar e chegar.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-6854894789130476732?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-34649346844435051862007-07-25T01:07:00.001+01:002007-07-25T01:14:14.988+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/RqaVBpr1rfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZmWzvfODSi0/s1600-h/P7170062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090920284391058930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/RqaVBpr1rfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZmWzvfODSi0/s320/P7170062.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>just in case</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-3464934684443505186?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-47922804481975471252007-07-25T00:55:00.000+01:002007-07-25T01:07:00.911+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/RqaTz5r1reI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YAPk4rWbo5k/s1600-h/P7120017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090918948656229858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ3eQkcnjYc/RqaTz5r1reI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YAPk4rWbo5k/s320/P7120017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>sweet me</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-4792280448197547125?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670240151866932654.post-53012449941917434812007-07-25T00:09:00.000+01:002007-07-25T00:19:05.961+01:00<a href="http://www.antennaballworld.com/bin/img/product/0000002_scott_magnet_magnetic_personalities_car_family_boy.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.antennaballworld.com/bin/img/product/0000002_scott_magnet_magnetic_personalities_car_family_boy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>estou a tentar fazer isto bem.</div><br /><div>estou de ferias. estou a morrer de aborrecimento.</div><br /><div>i don't like to much capital letters.</div><br /><div>like dots though.</div><br /><div>esta es la primera entrada portanto trilingue.</div><br /><div>voy a ver si me dejo de mismo un poco y descanso.</div><br /><div>un blog sobre mi es un blog sobre...</div><br /><div>um blog sobre mim é um blog acerca de...</div><br /><div>a blog about me is a blog...</div><br /><div>might as well take baby steps.</div><br /><div>???????? as duvidas.</div><br /><div>ok, love then. love and love.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670240151866932654-5301244994191743481?l=magneticboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>performing my lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16035404942100690254noreply@blogger.com1