tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49352600887147400522011-09-11T03:38:27.349-07:00Marco Paskinnoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935260088714740052.post-39405776491634576582010-03-03T15:15:00.001-08:002010-03-03T15:15:23.879-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/S47thn1VgFI/AAAAAAAAChQ/CRp6j89IFBE/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 60px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/S47thn1VgFI/AAAAAAAAChQ/CRp6j89IFBE/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444550161421664338" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4935260088714740052-3940577649163457658?l=mpaskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Paskinnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935260088714740052.post-11124140382969617932009-01-19T10:54:00.000-08:002009-01-19T10:55:08.700-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SXTMgmkmsmI/AAAAAAAABiw/uPo_-q4OPzc/s1600-h/img01+copy.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SXTMgmkmsmI/AAAAAAAABiw/uPo_-q4OPzc/s400/img01+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293080322549133922" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4935260088714740052-1112414038296961793?l=mpaskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Paskinnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935260088714740052.post-23028349307484455392008-10-15T18:51:00.000-07:002008-11-02T18:58:50.856-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SPafX7YpCBI/AAAAAAAABKU/fEQAd_do79I/s1600-h/mzWZB0594195-02.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SPafX7YpCBI/AAAAAAAABKU/fEQAd_do79I/s400/mzWZB0594195-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257564848428484626" /><br /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span><span><span><span><span><strong><span><span style="font-size:180%;">SCO</span><span style="font-size:180%;">UTING FOR ME PLEASE</span></span></strong></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><br /><br /></span></span></span><div align="left"><strong><span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Podem-me tirar muita coisa, mas não me tirem o escutismo por favor..</span></span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Oportunidade de viver e saber que alguem vive o mesmo ideal que eu e de uma forma tão diferente mas ao mesmo tempo tão parecida...</span></span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Oportunidade de ser feliz, ou ter momentos de felicidade, como o da foto, quando falavamos com a nossa Amiga Ana Nadais que está na Finlandia, pela Net...</span></span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Oportunidade de andar de Jarreteiras, mais conhecidas por Pompons...</span></span></span></span></span></strong><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><span><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Oportunidade de me conhecer melhor e de conhecer o outro</span></strong></span></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span></span></span><i><strong><span><span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Oportunidade</span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"> para ter tantas outras </span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;">oportunidades</span></span></span></span></span></span></strong></i><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><strong><span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Por isto e por muito mais...</span></span></strong></span></span></span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">SCOUTING FOR ME PLEASE...</span></strong></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><span><span><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">I'm the man who lives next door</span></strong></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span></span></span><strong><span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">by Marco Paskin</span></span></span></span></span></strong><span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><br /></span></span></span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4935260088714740052-2302834930748445539?l=mpaskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Paskinnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935260088714740052.post-91416090360923554162008-10-15T10:03:00.001-07:002008-11-02T18:56:43.490-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SPZ4J6qwrlI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Bkk0Nwowh5Y/s1600-h/triomaravilha.png"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SPZ4J6qwrlI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Bkk0Nwowh5Y/s400/triomaravilha.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257521726764396114" /><br /><br /><br /></a>Adorei a foto...<br /><br /><br />Foto de<strong><i> Meninazul</i></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4935260088714740052-9141609036092355416?l=mpaskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Paskinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935260088714740052.post-49586980037371870552008-10-14T02:39:00.000-07:002008-10-14T02:46:39.513-07:00<div align="center"><div align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SPRpXvy19YI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MvV-ArtRXjc/s1600-h/Imagem+075.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SPRpXvy19YI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MvV-ArtRXjc/s400/Imagem+075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256942521735837058" /><br /><br /><br /></a><div align="center"><div align="left"><span><strong><span><span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">PARABENS</span></span></span></span></strong></span><span><strong><span><span><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div></span></span></strong></span><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span><strong>Palavras para quê? Bem sabes que foi uma sorte e prazer ter-te conhecido na dita cuja exposição :)</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>muitos beijos e muitos parabens...</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>e logo,</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>o bolo que me aguarde ;)</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Hoje é o teu dia.... Aproveita ;)</strong></span></span><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4935260088714740052-4958698003737187055?l=mpaskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Paskinnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935260088714740052.post-89649267200095741782008-10-12T16:44:00.000-07:002008-10-12T17:12:11.796-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SPKSOkaG7_I/AAAAAAAABJs/cyHfCjIDmDY/s1600-h/Imagemd+004.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SPKSOkaG7_I/AAAAAAAABJs/cyHfCjIDmDY/s400/Imagemd+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256424494083796978" /><br /></a><br />Chego a casa e sinto-me completo<br />Olho os meus quadros, os meus livros, as minhas paredes...<br />Sinto-me em casa, mas há uma música que me perturba.<br /><br />Olho os meus quadros e falta-me a cor chamada Vida,<br />Olho os meus livros e falta-me a tinta chamada Compreensão,<br />Olho as minhas paredes e faltam-me as fotos que um dia fiz contigo...<br /><br />E mesmo assim, sinto-me em casa, esperando que um dia voltes a habitar este espaço vazia,<br />que deixas-te para trás.<br /><br />E ainda assim há esta música que me diz "Still Keep Wainting", na hora e no momento oportuno.<br /><br />Sentado enfrente dos meus sonhos, dos meus prazeres e da nossa luz,<br /><br />reparo,<br /><br />que a vida não faz sentido sem esse vazio que deixas-te<br />vazio que espero ser ocupado.<br /><br />Sento-me na varanda onde infinitas vezes me sentei a divagar, noite dentro,<br />e pela primeira vez,<br /><br />coloco um Ritz na boca.<br />Acento-o, e com ele, algo me faz sentir..<br /><br />Algo me fez arder...<br />Algo me dá indisposição, mas logo a seguir me dá prazer..<br /><br />e ali sentado, vejo-te a meu lado<br />mas então, o fumo desvanesse e tu desapareces<br />cedento de mais de ti, devoro, o meu primeiro cigarro<br />com um prazer horrivel de alguem que amou...<br />eu amo...<br />preciso desse cigarro que me queima de prazer...<br />preciso, acima de tudo e de todos,<br /><br />desse cigarro...<br /><br />Mesmo longe, eu continuo...<br /><br />Mas há e sempre haverá essa música chamada Saudade que me seguirá dizendo:<br /><br />"Still Keep Wainting"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />By Marco Eira<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4935260088714740052-8964926720009574178?l=mpaskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Paskinnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935260088714740052.post-45605587163334316102008-09-02T07:32:00.000-07:002008-09-02T07:38:52.520-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SL1PxyIEWkI/AAAAAAAAA24/QVFG7VPI-JA/s1600-h/Imagemd+138.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtfYv8t_eDE/SL1PxyIEWkI/AAAAAAAAA24/QVFG7VPI-JA/s400/Imagemd+138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241433258016922178" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span><span><span><span><strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Posso ter defeitos,<br /><br />viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes,<br />mas não esqueço que a minha</strong></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><i><span><span><strong> </strong></span></span></i></span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><i><span><strong><span><span><span>Vida</span></span></span></strong></span></i></span><span><span><i><span><span><strong> </strong></span></span></i></span></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span><span><span><span><strong>é a maior empresa do mundo.<br /><br />E que posso evitar que ela vá a falência.</strong></span></span></span><span><span><strong><br /><br /></strong></span></span><span><span><span><strong>Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.<br /><br />Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e tornar-se um autor da própria história.<br /><br />É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser</strong></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span><span><strong><span><i><span><span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Capaz</span></span></span></i></span></strong></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span><span><span><span><strong> de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.<br /><br />É agradecer a cada manhã o que é a vida.<br /><br />Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.<br /><br />É saber falar de si mesmo.<br />É ter coragem para ouvir um não.<br />É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.................<br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><strong><span>Pedras no caminho?</span></strong></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><strong><br /><br /><br />Guardo todas, um dia vou</strong></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><strong> </strong></span></span></span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span><strong><span><i><span><span>Construir</span></span></i></span></strong></span></span><span><span><span><span><strong> <span style="color:#999999;">um</span> </strong></span></span></span></span><span><strong><span><i><span><span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Castelo</span></span></span></i></span></strong></span><span><span><span><span><strong>..<br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span><strong><span>.................................................................</span></strong></span></span></span><span><strong><i><span><span><span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Contigo</span></span></span></span></i></strong></span><span><span><span><span><strong>..<br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><strong><span><span style="color:#3366ff;">E tu, Queres???</span></span></strong></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span></span><span><span><strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">by Marco Paskin</span></strong></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4935260088714740052-4560558716333431610?l=mpaskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Paskinnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4935260088714740052.post-75719084178071599202008-03-15T08:03:00.000-07:002008-03-25T13:20:55.977-07:00Loading........<br /><br />All Day a New Pictures....<br /><br />Loading.......|Comentários em baixo|.......................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4935260088714740052-7571908417807159920?l=mpaskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marco Paskinnoreply@blogger.com15