tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22456210965775129302011-09-27T13:29:26.432+01:00[m.m. botelho]noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245621096577512930.post-78153470679586568742007-09-02T02:52:00.000+01:002007-09-02T03:44:22.491+01:00<div align="center"><img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/viagensinterditas/frankly%20my%20dear/4ce2e2a29-53a3-48d4-9a41-d8245fcfac.gif"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:220%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;">mesmo que não conheças nem o mês nem o lugar</span><br><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;">caminha para o mar pelo verão</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ruy belo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245621096577512930-7815347067958656874?l=frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-a-damn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[m.m. botelho]noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245621096577512930.post-74599722364720097662007-09-01T19:22:00.000+01:002007-09-02T03:41:17.358+01:00<div align="center"><img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/viagensinterditas/frankly%20my%20dear/4f2c9201e-9d8d-4ec3-bf44-18c37e627b.gif"><br /><br />corre menina à beira do mar<br />corre, corre, pela praia fora<br />que belo dia que está, não está<br />e o primeiro a chegar não perde<br /><br />andam as ondas a rebentar<br />e o relógio a marcar horas<br />a sombra é quente, e quase não há<br />e o sol a brilhar já ferve<br /><br />corre a menina à beira do mar<br />corre enquanto a gaivota voa<br />vem o menino para a apanhar<br />e a menina sentindo foge<br /><br />anda o barquinho a navegar<br />vem do Porto para Lisboa<br />foge a menina da beira-mar<br />foge logo quando a maré sobe<br /><br />andam a brincar<br />na praia do mar<br />as ondas do mar<br />andam a rebentar<br />na praia do mar<br />andam a brincar<br />as ondas do mar<br />andam a rebentar <br />as ondas do mar<br />andam a rebentar<br /><br />e é tão bonita a onda que vem<br />como a outra que vejo ao fundo<br />a espuma branca que cada tem<br />é a vida de todo o mundo<br /><br /><embed align="center" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/7/28/1303196/Madredeus%20-%20A%20Praia%20do%20Mar%20%28O%20Para%C3%ADso%29.mp3" width="78" height="28" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false" loop="0"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Madredeus. <i>A Praia do Mar</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245621096577512930-7459972236472009766?l=frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-a-damn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[m.m. botelho]noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245621096577512930.post-91263513792267904142007-08-24T00:01:00.001+01:002007-08-31T19:00:39.798+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:280%;">you'll be</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:600%;">always</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:280%;">my summer of love</span></span></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6N0sNMKFO4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><br /><i><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:110%;">a little bit Tower of Pisa, whenever I see you<br />so please be kind if I'm a mess</span></span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245621096577512930-9126351379226790414?l=frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-a-damn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[m.m. botelho]noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245621096577512930.post-87088561102227941802007-08-02T00:01:00.000+01:002007-08-24T05:33:37.520+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>há gotas de mar salgado a escorrerem pelo teu corpo deitado na areia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:135%;">há</span><br /><span style="font-size:195%;">gotas de mar</span><br /><span style="font-size:235%;">salgado</span><br /><span style="font-size:300%;">no teu corpo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:350%;">nu, deitado</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:400%;">no teu corpo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:440%;">ancorado</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:490%;">aqui</b></span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245621096577512930-8708856110222794180?l=frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-a-damn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[m.m. botelho]noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245621096577512930.post-58047546001985002062007-07-18T00:40:00.000+01:002007-08-24T05:11:30.058+01:00<div align="center"><img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/viagensinterditas/frankly%20my%20dear/43eebe4d9-2370-4317-a35a-a56d8773b6.jpg" /><br /><br />pés descalços a escorregarem areia dentro<br />sapatos na mão<br />camisa de fora<br />à beira mar<br />os teus cabelos colados ao rosto<br />do teu riso aberto<br />a água salgada a salpicar-te a pele<br /><br />a tua pele<br />salgada<br /><span style="font-size:135%;">salgada</span><br /><span style="font-size:155%;">salgada</span><br /><br />a tua língua<br />salgada<br /><span style="font-size:135%;">salgada</span><br /><span style="font-size:155%;">salgada</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:250%;color:#cc3322;"><strong>oh i feel just like a child</strong></span><br /><br /><embed align="center" src="http://viagensinterditas.fileave.com/franklymydear/devendra-ifeeljustlikeachild.mp3" width="78" height="28" type="text/html; charset=UTF-8" loop="0" autostart="false"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Devendra Banhart. <i>I Feel Just Like A Child</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245621096577512930-5804754600198500206?l=frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-a-damn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[m.m. botelho]noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245621096577512930.post-82516915366109321962007-06-21T17:01:00.000+01:002007-07-10T17:29:39.254+01:00<div align="center"><img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/viagensinterditas/frankly%20my%20dear/sillyseason.jpg" /><br />«No matter what future brings, as time goes by...»<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:250%;color:#cc3322;"><strong>The silly season is back again.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245621096577512930-8251691536610932196?l=frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-a-damn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[m.m. botelho]noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245621096577512930.post-60177790503671880222007-06-21T16:04:00.000+01:002007-07-18T00:44:11.687+01:00<div align="center"><img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/viagensinterditas/frankly%20my%20dear/casablanca02.jpg" /><br />«Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.»<br /><embed align="center" src="http://filexoom.com/files/2007/4/5/67395/Frank%20Sinatra%20-%20As%20Time%20Goes%20By%20%28Casablanca%29.mp3" width="78" height="28" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false" loop="0"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Frank Sinatra. <i>As Time Goes By</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245621096577512930-6017779050367188022?l=frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-a-damn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[m.m. botelho]noreply@blogger.com1