tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40115010080769175972023-11-16T07:01:25.021+00:00Pau de CanelaClara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-7699987177737580292011-09-27T23:18:00.003+01:002011-09-28T19:21:46.633+01:00Procuro-te.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5TKUNN0GyqEk9t93rKX7bnpOWKWhPQmY9r9doRi-IpaC2BZQC84lvGAg9gH83SwjaqcvsnzTIAh5jAAqadA2rxPq02evtsUCBX4DwAn7orkU3xLh8YEJKjRv1BcWWkCxmCtoWZMJDoI/s1600/So_close_yet_so_far_by_Bandico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5TKUNN0GyqEk9t93rKX7bnpOWKWhPQmY9r9doRi-IpaC2BZQC84lvGAg9gH83SwjaqcvsnzTIAh5jAAqadA2rxPq02evtsUCBX4DwAn7orkU3xLh8YEJKjRv1BcWWkCxmCtoWZMJDoI/s320/So_close_yet_so_far_by_Bandico.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: x-small;">'so close yet so far' by Bandico </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perco-me no labirinto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Da distância que nos une</div><div style="text-align: center;">Estamos tão longe<br />
Porém tão perto </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sufoca-me o silêncio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Das palavras que não dizemos</div><div style="text-align: center;">Estamos tão perto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Porém tão longe</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-26442978756926153422011-07-17T19:02:00.006+01:002011-07-19T18:30:11.223+01:00Voltar.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcS_LtvKpeYffZrM9TJn8GLff2eKNm5dFGsUkYstGvdTWM2tao9BmxkK1h0lp-SKhtlPhEosqzmV3SjRD830t3OrPssZ2v5hvFKOiUlq13elarp-OakWQTf4CNqQK1A7iYYdfACdwhMAg/s1600/Come_Back__by_saltyrocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcS_LtvKpeYffZrM9TJn8GLff2eKNm5dFGsUkYstGvdTWM2tao9BmxkK1h0lp-SKhtlPhEosqzmV3SjRD830t3OrPssZ2v5hvFKOiUlq13elarp-OakWQTf4CNqQK1A7iYYdfACdwhMAg/s320/Come_Back__by_saltyrocks.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">'come back' by Saltyrocks</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Regressar. Renascer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reencontrar </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tudo o que um dia foi</div><div style="text-align: center;">E ainda é<br />
Recuperar o tempo<br />
Que não se perdeu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Apenas esperou</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-3833148307700447162011-04-19T11:54:00.015+01:002011-04-19T15:29:46.745+01:00MEME.<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-eEEjMKoKmIoN8r5Cu3G9umPo0Q_QQiMdtqkD6KUSIn3EoutnxV3Ck_loHdQymnmhGykl-q9lUwGrKdtQnY9bJIRXD4m9QClTNTsbT6eFSYIoTJN3SPzxpbgN8K3SQL9X4oloCLWx2Q/s1600/imagesCALVY7T6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-eEEjMKoKmIoN8r5Cu3G9umPo0Q_QQiMdtqkD6KUSIn3EoutnxV3Ck_loHdQymnmhGykl-q9lUwGrKdtQnY9bJIRXD4m9QClTNTsbT6eFSYIoTJN3SPzxpbgN8K3SQL9X4oloCLWx2Q/s1600/imagesCALVY7T6.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Recebi carinhosamente este MEME da querida <a href="http://cantinhodamizia.blogspot.com/">Mizia</a>, a quem agradeço muito pelo carinho e pela lembrança. Segundo ela, MEME é uma palavra que vem de mimo e gentileza, e é também uma forma de conhecer-mos melhor os nossos amigos blogueiros através de um simples conjunto de regras, que são as seguintes:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
1 - Indicar 10 blogs (ou mais) para o MEME</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2 - Avisar os indicados<br />
3 - Nomear 10 coisas que você gosta<br />
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<b>Eu gosto de (e não necessariamente nesta ordem):</b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1</b> - <b>Canela. </b>Adoro o cheiro e o sabor da canela. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>2</b> -<b> Animais. </b>Tenho um cão, dois gatos e dois peixes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>3</b> - <b>Ler e ouvir música.</b> A minha melhor terapia. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>4</b> - <b>Dormir.</b> Gosto de dormir até tarde, sem ter hora para acordar.<br />
<b>5 - Amigos.</b> São o meu mundo. Não vivo sem eles.<br />
<b>6</b> - <b>Crianças.</b> Aprendemos muito mais com elas do que imaginamos.<br />
<b>7</b> - <b>O campo.</b> Não há nada como a tranquilidade e o céu do campo.<br />
<b>8</b> - <b>Doces.</b> Sou viciada, principalmente em chocolate.<br />
<b>9</b> - <b>Motas.</b> É uma enorme sensação de liberdade.<b> </b><br />
<b>10</b> - <b>Namorar. </b>Existe coisa melhor do que o amor?<br />
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<b>Indico os seguintes blogs (igualmente sem qualquer critério de preferência):</b><br />
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<b> 1 - <a href="http://moonlight-wwwmoonlight.blogspot.com/">Moonlight</a></b><br />
<b> 2 - <a href="http://umdiavaiterumnome.blogspot.com/">Páginas de um diário em branco</a></b><br />
<b> 3 - <a href="http://lerescrevereviver.blogspot.com/">Ler, escrever e viver</a></b><b> </b><br />
<b> 4 - <a href="http://life-needs-a-litlle-color.blogspot.com/">Life Needs a Little Color</a></b><br />
<b> 5 - <a href="http://sairdaspalavras.blogspot.com/">Sair das Palavras</a></b><br />
<b> 6 - <a href="http://todootempodomundo-moon.blogspot.com/">Todo o tempo do mundo</a></b><br />
<b> 7 - <a href="http://o-blog-de-alguem.blogspot.com/">Porque é giro ter um blog</a></b><br />
<b> 8 - <a href="http://meumundomeutesouro.blogspot.com/">Meu mundo meu tesouro</a></b><br />
<b> 9 - <a href="http://placedopaulo.blogspot.com/">Um sentimento perdido</a></b><br />
<b>10 - <a href="http://sonhoquandoquero.blogspot.com/">Sonhos de menina</a></b><br />
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O <i>Pau de Canela </i>vai de férias. Têm sido uns dias muito preenchidos e exigentes e estou a precisar descansar e repor as energias. Voltarei em breve para vos ler. <br />
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Boa Páscoa e Até já! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Clara Canela</i></b></div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-39131309430089901452011-04-16T08:15:00.004+01:002011-04-16T12:38:34.983+01:00Bailarina.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Yl1kgztSYDgcJSwEUhSbLFyHI5wrbD6CPLrGRmtlkGmqNXeCecjCVj-fdPiF2jvO60eu9zQK9hso7nRRsFq5Xgh9JWeNjuhR-fzpCTY0fo7nubBOt0oe-CggiYY6BqsmEewp_rIXgkA/s1600/balerina_by_utkuural-d20awd9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Yl1kgztSYDgcJSwEUhSbLFyHI5wrbD6CPLrGRmtlkGmqNXeCecjCVj-fdPiF2jvO60eu9zQK9hso7nRRsFq5Xgh9JWeNjuhR-fzpCTY0fo7nubBOt0oe-CggiYY6BqsmEewp_rIXgkA/s320/balerina_by_utkuural-d20awd9.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'balerina' by Utkuural </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Como uma bailarina</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rodopio. Elevo-me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Caio e magoo-me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Levanto-me e recomeço <br />
A rodopiar<br />
A cair, a magoar-me </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ao ritmo da dança</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ao ritmo da vida</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-78485632779813941472011-04-10T13:35:00.000+01:002011-04-10T13:35:16.466+01:00Às vezes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UJSVjCfiZAPJ29ETQ4E1gr99ZjpB4YWB1t-mZsCsRNA9t-VrP3GWqh1VZ2j4LTOXdSeRxOWKeyJnrZgVDFkCcqlmH8KM6xCrJ4F2Lhhp2-yP_yMUqHVDYtlvCCZgXPpqdtJ_4b5DclU/s1600/sometimes___by_Liiinnea_A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UJSVjCfiZAPJ29ETQ4E1gr99ZjpB4YWB1t-mZsCsRNA9t-VrP3GWqh1VZ2j4LTOXdSeRxOWKeyJnrZgVDFkCcqlmH8KM6xCrJ4F2Lhhp2-yP_yMUqHVDYtlvCCZgXPpqdtJ_4b5DclU/s320/sometimes___by_Liiinnea_A.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">'sometimes' by Liiinnea-A</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ás vezes sou</div><div style="text-align: center;">Outras não</div><div style="text-align: center;">Às vezes quero ser</div><div style="text-align: center;">Outras não consigo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Critiquem-me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ignorem-me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mas deixem-se ser</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando quero</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando não quero</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando não consigo</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-8683699631531339372011-03-31T16:03:00.005+01:002011-03-31T16:44:17.756+01:00Fica.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTi4gQY1TrNgGfOan9aHlS5sVRdEEL0Lz7MDZTWN0fTXQV__h-gFLl07LrjLLFzuX5xeSpFFDXwkKCy8Isbev4lQYOn0gXfUQTAlba0zMgeIiEOzJP_w-G-fZhPXpdxvQzcY3DOZx0m4/s1600/_Stay_With_Me__by_ukeness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTi4gQY1TrNgGfOan9aHlS5sVRdEEL0Lz7MDZTWN0fTXQV__h-gFLl07LrjLLFzuX5xeSpFFDXwkKCy8Isbev4lQYOn0gXfUQTAlba0zMgeIiEOzJP_w-G-fZhPXpdxvQzcY3DOZx0m4/s320/_Stay_With_Me__by_ukeness.jpg" width="213" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'stay with me' by Ukeness </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Fica comigo esta noite</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quero voar nos teus braços</div><div style="text-align: center;">E perder-me na tua boca</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quero adormecer no teu corpo</div><div style="text-align: center;">E acordar no teu olhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fica comigo esta noite<br />
Pois preciso de ti<br />
Mais do que te quero </div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-48167165403096737772011-03-24T15:40:00.003+00:002011-03-24T15:42:04.619+00:00Reparto-me.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZULbhJeJ0HliAyn7_LXR6KUBCUhKlm_xjTA_p-kVHDpUj7cjfDdLOPvyHKlpzP6MsRXzOyaMnIC3lcc74pUF6pZWwE2C8D0NBkvjrBBr8vrFc1K7r6rYVzsVcuk6Q_DarnXym9lx7tLA/s1600/all_at_once_by_Ronaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZULbhJeJ0HliAyn7_LXR6KUBCUhKlm_xjTA_p-kVHDpUj7cjfDdLOPvyHKlpzP6MsRXzOyaMnIC3lcc74pUF6pZWwE2C8D0NBkvjrBBr8vrFc1K7r6rYVzsVcuk6Q_DarnXym9lx7tLA/s320/all_at_once_by_Ronaaa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">'all at once' by Ronaaa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reparto-me pelos dias</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelas horas vazias</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelo tempo que passa devagar </div><div style="text-align: center;">Pela vida que passa a correr</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reparto-me pelo sonho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pela esperança</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelo pesadelo de acordar</div><div style="text-align: center;">E continuar inteira no mesmo lugar</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-83721954515371824312011-03-19T23:49:00.000+00:002011-03-19T23:49:53.968+00:00Pai.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdRLHCxLpQni58C_KS1ChPZa87S7qnmE-BSOFGuEGZLpPzJPxJs2pUymDhLfIGydDO5rgCgCaquVDxRR9IG_X7aCpdd-DRClvMtrkR2r2sywadN0LNf5iwGqy3VzAu99RDfQfWcqQG1s/s1600/father-and-daughter-time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdRLHCxLpQni58C_KS1ChPZa87S7qnmE-BSOFGuEGZLpPzJPxJs2pUymDhLfIGydDO5rgCgCaquVDxRR9IG_X7aCpdd-DRClvMtrkR2r2sywadN0LNf5iwGqy3VzAu99RDfQfWcqQG1s/s320/father-and-daughter-time.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nunca esquecerei... os momentos passados junto ao mar.</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-5020765264458771502011-03-13T11:18:00.001+00:002011-03-13T11:33:15.793+00:00Ilusão.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRT24RnunnbWaSZrAYGjzZC6jiZnAljfbLRtZ-Q7t-XZYtAuJJNIB6gFihYLEJVaidiR5kaY-3BNnoxk1tAWd6zjr72o_pTl1ulmDbr9F7LjgMRsnWRZr8nFHpoXbHKHBPLceoIFSybyg/s1600/Love_Light_by_ninazdesign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRT24RnunnbWaSZrAYGjzZC6jiZnAljfbLRtZ-Q7t-XZYtAuJJNIB6gFihYLEJVaidiR5kaY-3BNnoxk1tAWd6zjr72o_pTl1ulmDbr9F7LjgMRsnWRZr8nFHpoXbHKHBPLceoIFSybyg/s320/Love_Light_by_ninazdesign.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">'love light' by Ninaz</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doce ilusão que me promete</div><div style="text-align: center;">No olhar, a cor dos sonhos<br />
Na boca, o sabor dos beijos</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doce ilusão que me abraça <br />
No pensamento, que sou tua<br />
Na alma, que sou feliz</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-52332389761377203632011-03-08T08:03:00.030+00:002011-03-08T17:08:07.865+00:00Sou.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZek0cac92YWTRQEkJhtkn_Qsts1LoeOtVwg5ODLfRt0TEO7IUE5sl-2vyGBCVWcWmmoeJdPGpLtpmpASjBpPx5TEfllNBIyg0CEv2EHv4dOgsjm881uztFR5QwP20iNeLBhamBWcyO0/s1600/sensual_by_monikha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZek0cac92YWTRQEkJhtkn_Qsts1LoeOtVwg5ODLfRt0TEO7IUE5sl-2vyGBCVWcWmmoeJdPGpLtpmpASjBpPx5TEfllNBIyg0CEv2EHv4dOgsjm881uztFR5QwP20iNeLBhamBWcyO0/s320/sensual_by_monikha.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">'sensual' by Monikha</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frágil. Intempestiva</div><div style="text-align: center;">Submissa. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Independente</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sonhadora. Rebelde</div><div style="text-align: center;">Inconstante </div><div style="text-align: center;">Apaixonada. Única</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sou</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simplesmente mulher</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-12136861554351803252011-03-06T22:27:00.015+00:002011-03-08T14:32:33.813+00:00Sonho.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaxLPDoqUWGu4RIrwgiubRDlSMpMeVzIYuYxhI0V_-lEP-PkT3U1ljjZzlGgLB7yxx_tGA2DQUh5GIvU3u15gWsmOLdH4Kr2bS0VIa_VxPKg7Rx3NvKA0bS1r2cB4r6nvj_U5KEZW2Ow/s1600/Holding_Hands_by_Coralay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaxLPDoqUWGu4RIrwgiubRDlSMpMeVzIYuYxhI0V_-lEP-PkT3U1ljjZzlGgLB7yxx_tGA2DQUh5GIvU3u15gWsmOLdH4Kr2bS0VIa_VxPKg7Rx3NvKA0bS1r2cB4r6nvj_U5KEZW2Ow/s320/Holding_Hands_by_Coralay.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>'holding hands' by Coralay</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">De mãos dadas</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">E pés flutuantes</div><div style="text-align: center;">As nossas bocas tocam-se</div><div style="text-align: center;">E cúmplices </div><div style="text-align: center;">Fugimos </div><div style="text-align: center;">Para sempre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na eterna leveza de um sonho breve</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-36298461227251376652011-03-05T11:02:00.004+00:002011-03-06T23:01:47.204+00:00Máscara.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1HHWTKlmsh9J33VNFL2KdFUITRBDptX4VKImnwA8ihaY6a2YFX0Io6H3M3xCYwqwAOhgoiVCUhlFUcyCqga4nNnuesAhUCE-YXI7z9zKzArUsuXbm9uEw8-nGTqT9wEXR5H1oAgi1bcY/s1600/the_mask_by_humbalaling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1HHWTKlmsh9J33VNFL2KdFUITRBDptX4VKImnwA8ihaY6a2YFX0Io6H3M3xCYwqwAOhgoiVCUhlFUcyCqga4nNnuesAhUCE-YXI7z9zKzArUsuXbm9uEw8-nGTqT9wEXR5H1oAgi1bcY/s320/the_mask_by_humbalaling.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">'the mask' by Humbalaling</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Atrás da máscara</div><div style="text-align: center;">Posso ser quem sou</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sem medo de mim</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-89955529061186671912011-03-04T09:45:00.011+00:002011-03-07T15:35:45.862+00:00Mãe.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLm92nQPAuTm1zShF-vskO5bRo1kD1dwopv0ln3zwcCeB0iWEDXElOssDoNcRmB1kmM9oyx8-03KymRWIzfvZ57U7tuh8kqZMTJYXTtEWFFKSiAmgtCNlKRhcpiIU11td6lKdAZLnj6Ws/s1600/Sweet_Cats_by_pumax84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLm92nQPAuTm1zShF-vskO5bRo1kD1dwopv0ln3zwcCeB0iWEDXElOssDoNcRmB1kmM9oyx8-03KymRWIzfvZ57U7tuh8kqZMTJYXTtEWFFKSiAmgtCNlKRhcpiIU11td6lKdAZLnj6Ws/s320/Sweet_Cats_by_pumax84.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>'sweet cats' by Pumax84</b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">É o cheiro, o gosto</div><div style="text-align: center;">As lágrimas em segredo</div><div style="text-align: center;">A mão que afaga e a voz que ralha</div><div style="text-align: center;">As noites sem dormir</div><div style="text-align: center;">A opinião sincera</div><div style="text-align: center;">É o riso, o carinho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Os momentos de felicidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">Os dias de cansaço</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uma história ao deitar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mãe és tu</div><div style="text-align: center;">O meu berço, a minha vida</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-9630708928174325082011-03-03T21:17:00.004+00:002011-03-07T16:49:02.696+00:00Adoro.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKeyMLjbf60zuNN1EbVTqfBajcyAyihYrvk_YtW7-6tTOuGTqP-1Vj_0TQaIJStlkADCvRgK0c-iG9zCF2y8wU0rkxAJhc1fdzh4QV9VgqaFVGVRrCUUo_R2aJFwTBDXKo2vWk27KSqC8/s1600/pure_by_got_caffeine-d35ep1n.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKeyMLjbf60zuNN1EbVTqfBajcyAyihYrvk_YtW7-6tTOuGTqP-1Vj_0TQaIJStlkADCvRgK0c-iG9zCF2y8wU0rkxAJhc1fdzh4QV9VgqaFVGVRrCUUo_R2aJFwTBDXKo2vWk27KSqC8/s320/pure_by_got_caffeine-d35ep1n.png" width="231" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">'pure' by Got Caffeine</span></b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Adoro quando me ignoras</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando finges que não me vês</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando sorris e não percebes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que és o meu mundo</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-64271427917304977492011-03-03T09:47:00.007+00:002011-03-06T23:08:21.734+00:00Amanhecer.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0qE_Uf7StW0cYGY0i9NwiY-XVRE40vfDFvrkcBX3Ni4BQxxeOKNTfi15z_Rf0FW7X38pGuVASftZiu5iTbLvshv_1qfCvBkgBT-3sLl4WtUEZDTXkpqf8kSiOvWLIb1UMA7VogeWs7M/s1600/Spring_Feelings_pt_4_by_Kozhin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0qE_Uf7StW0cYGY0i9NwiY-XVRE40vfDFvrkcBX3Ni4BQxxeOKNTfi15z_Rf0FW7X38pGuVASftZiu5iTbLvshv_1qfCvBkgBT-3sLl4WtUEZDTXkpqf8kSiOvWLIb1UMA7VogeWs7M/s320/Spring_Feelings_pt_4_by_Kozhin.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">'spring feelings' by Kozhin</span></b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cheiro o sol</div><div style="text-align: center;">Afago o vento</div><div style="text-align: center;">Como uma flor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frágil e bela</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saúdo as cores do dia<br />
E no meu ninho de preguiça</div><div style="text-align: center;">Amanheço serena</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011501008076917597.post-59409525954813758822011-03-02T16:57:00.008+00:002011-03-07T10:33:59.431+00:00Finalmente.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyqVpdld98Bn8UtEnRNNO8wsWZpChLcnd70-6b8sxpVk6gXZndn6BUVRfCSUJ0okHODNih6lbxfyHANzDjHHubTGZ1pRyxuTOw0WuWKLnxHO_oGU6dVyUfjuyLvFvy3K_2nrn126Hwjpc/s1600/297___swan__by_bittersweetvenom-d2zz5uh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyqVpdld98Bn8UtEnRNNO8wsWZpChLcnd70-6b8sxpVk6gXZndn6BUVRfCSUJ0okHODNih6lbxfyHANzDjHHubTGZ1pRyxuTOw0WuWKLnxHO_oGU6dVyUfjuyLvFvy3K_2nrn126Hwjpc/s320/297___swan__by_bittersweetvenom-d2zz5uh.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">'swan' by Bitter Sweet Venom</span></b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Revelo-me<br />
Mostro-me como sou<br />
Tímida, saio da sombra </div><div style="text-align: center;">Dou-me a conhecer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Primeiro a mim<br />
Depois aos outros<br />
Lentamente</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finalmente</div>Clara Canelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03690691190321868813noreply@blogger.com2