tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170180842024-03-07T23:18:19.677+00:00Unnamed FeelingWhen the sun closes my eyes and, in the need to run away to some place safe, i only wish i could stay there eternally...the lost and the gain; the one that killing me keeps me alive...my mysterious enclosure; my absent presence...my running blood, my life in death, my chosen secret, my missunderstood wish...thee...my unnamed feeling!Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.comBlogger245125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-26416921312853687292010-02-14T15:30:00.000+00:002010-02-14T15:31:22.729+00:00Loving u.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDglwztbNrARwqD1SLhCsz2fIE7onqlj2JUiI2gA9ks80yhYhVksZwHVDrlStOieaABE21PuYDW7H1jM6a0igTb76OX97Wv3Zb4VeLsOsIfEWgBUe5XEroHUqFiHpUmgsgZKWR9Q/s1600-h/valentine-love-gothic.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438122058340191298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDglwztbNrARwqD1SLhCsz2fIE7onqlj2JUiI2gA9ks80yhYhVksZwHVDrlStOieaABE21PuYDW7H1jM6a0igTb76OX97Wv3Zb4VeLsOsIfEWgBUe5XEroHUqFiHpUmgsgZKWR9Q/s320/valentine-love-gothic.gif" /></a><br /><div></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-15229285528264212712009-12-24T11:42:00.000+00:002009-12-24T11:43:41.496+00:00Merry Christmas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXN3iUNwA74n8daUGLroV6LllN2LmfpMjXQKkDmqAMuJszP_PXP6Jd1sPAsrFZRsh9YuIJslhVt2BGtPLcFEd19ptIXXmdcZVeZam4QqqPQv27f_ZVj44KWzZlz05k9U3_uCJvGA/s1600-h/gothic-christmas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418766980603134946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXN3iUNwA74n8daUGLroV6LllN2LmfpMjXQKkDmqAMuJszP_PXP6Jd1sPAsrFZRsh9YuIJslhVt2BGtPLcFEd19ptIXXmdcZVeZam4QqqPQv27f_ZVj44KWzZlz05k9U3_uCJvGA/s320/gothic-christmas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-60804318167826246272009-09-25T17:18:00.002+01:002009-09-25T17:22:23.007+01:00Enigmatic ABC - Letter B<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReR77zQ-BEbEEI1YQxhvTG4KAEnMdDVVKEbFY87ffYNGAaAnNEyZ8CLx6X9yu_IFscaeda1NfawpXTASf0Vi4p8YahylEVLpFgyhMr4Awa9DZ3b1jWS_YkcnxPUQGD6UWzArcvA/s1600-h/letter+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385440328716495650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReR77zQ-BEbEEI1YQxhvTG4KAEnMdDVVKEbFY87ffYNGAaAnNEyZ8CLx6X9yu_IFscaeda1NfawpXTASf0Vi4p8YahylEVLpFgyhMr4Awa9DZ3b1jWS_YkcnxPUQGD6UWzArcvA/s320/letter+b.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">" "B" is for Bats who roam the night<br />They pierce the air with screams of fright.”<br /></span><span style="color:#333333;">.<br />.<br />.<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Stefan Varner and James Muscarello -<br /> (Enigmatic ABC)</span></p>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-79328981523039421522009-09-21T19:06:00.003+01:002009-09-21T19:16:42.301+01:00In Loving Memory<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Patrick Wayne Swayze</span></strong><br /><br /><embed style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 262px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-59.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3458764513851088473&site=widget-59.slide.com"></embed><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">1952 - 2009</span></strong> </div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-18108650265228501212009-09-14T14:24:00.003+01:002009-09-14T14:31:21.207+01:00Enigmatic ABC - Letter A<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxK_s1v9zmrZsPdF0wf58KhpB-NXl8D_UqXkUyphtmJK-LTKwhnbkd6_fFdvUWPzNOqQFXnS8bxwZE5urGU2c5hq6Z5VkmPW9J3JYrBjNlQFJQFWYCkikcgq5FGzlTuP2jCDwuA/s1600-h/the+letter+a+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381313715012047202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxK_s1v9zmrZsPdF0wf58KhpB-NXl8D_UqXkUyphtmJK-LTKwhnbkd6_fFdvUWPzNOqQFXnS8bxwZE5urGU2c5hq6Z5VkmPW9J3JYrBjNlQFJQFWYCkikcgq5FGzlTuP2jCDwuA/s320/the+letter+a+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">" "A" is for Alabaster jars,<br />filled with shrieks and hidden scars."<br /><span style="color:#333333;">.<br />.<br />.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Stefan Varner and James Muscarello -<br />(Enigmatic ABC) </span></p>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-20878131410660862432009-09-12T03:25:00.002+01:002009-09-12T03:29:38.235+01:00Lullaby<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-tloHf73edSbYhw04kSLgk8gVHpOdWx0nCXyNZOO2C6x770a4Yfx1FPbxzTLN4vwu4yMM-7MLxvFe8ZzznX_iWMIGhD9z4tYhJyWWqh5P7HpG44uYyFJq9SxaIXZeZAVmwi_hA/s1600-h/000000000+rag+doll.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380401758849108930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-tloHf73edSbYhw04kSLgk8gVHpOdWx0nCXyNZOO2C6x770a4Yfx1FPbxzTLN4vwu4yMM-7MLxvFe8ZzznX_iWMIGhD9z4tYhJyWWqh5P7HpG44uYyFJq9SxaIXZeZAVmwi_hA/s320/000000000+rag+doll.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">"Hush, little baby, don't say a word,<br /></span><span style="color:#993399;">Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">If that mockingbird won't sing,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">If that diamond ring turns brass,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">If that looking glass gets broke,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">If that billy goat won't pull,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">If that cart and bull turn over,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">If that dog named Rover won't bark,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">If that horse and cart fall down,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">You'll still be the sweetest little boy in town.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">So hush little baby, don't you cry,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Daddy loves you and so do I."</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Unknown -</span><br /></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-30667289501639824982009-09-05T00:27:00.002+01:002009-09-05T00:40:25.126+01:00Before...<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MWtIxz5jZlmdZFDBX7uHbkQyESypMxHgXu3KRlQ5xvq9LlJAyjS4_CXASNLE1Fyg_hm2gfxkoyB7Dq-M4KDxPbi9Efq9PWnYjubZFQfrwEOVeXIAkEQfPAxNWfHkwAm5jUIF_A/s1600-h/wallpaper1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377759576170663730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MWtIxz5jZlmdZFDBX7uHbkQyESypMxHgXu3KRlQ5xvq9LlJAyjS4_CXASNLE1Fyg_hm2gfxkoyB7Dq-M4KDxPbi9Efq9PWnYjubZFQfrwEOVeXIAkEQfPAxNWfHkwAm5jUIF_A/s320/wallpaper1.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">"I am not yet born; O hear me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">I am not yet born, console me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me, with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me, on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">I am not yet born; provide me</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light in the back of my mind to guide me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">I am not yet born; forgive me</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, my treason engendered by traitors beyond me, my life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">I am not yet born; rehearse me</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white waves call me to folly and the desert calls me to doom and the beggar refuses my gift and my children curse me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">I am not yet born; O hear me,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God come near me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">I am not yet born; O fill me</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">With strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton, would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face, a thing, and against all those who would dissipate my entirety, would blow me like thistledown hither and thither or hither and thither like water held in the hands would spill me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Otherwise kill me."<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Louis McNeice -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(Prayer Before Death)</span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-56416643008030616172009-08-03T02:29:00.003+01:002009-08-03T02:37:35.947+01:00Long time...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ewybd6YMGZCiEASBPGwBmJ6XFbEqJogtY_BliBJBHUUFj2dvaJQuA36JAEQ9ekEgdoZyiOHRwBvGVLVCjhZoBzlndiFzBQGcY5FWnLlqtJ2EBahVeDOhi9QewI1ThzMFPJqjBQ/s1600-h/093.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365544045676601106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ewybd6YMGZCiEASBPGwBmJ6XFbEqJogtY_BliBJBHUUFj2dvaJQuA36JAEQ9ekEgdoZyiOHRwBvGVLVCjhZoBzlndiFzBQGcY5FWnLlqtJ2EBahVeDOhi9QewI1ThzMFPJqjBQ/s320/093.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">"Hello darkness, my old friend,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Ive come to talk with you again,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Because a vision softly creeping,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Left its seeds while I was sleeping,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">And the vision that was planted in my brain</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Still remains</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Within the sound of silence.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">In restless dreams I walked alone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Narrow streets of cobblestone,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">neath the halo of a street lamp,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">I turned my collar to the cold and damp</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">A neon light</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">That split the night</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">And touched the sound of silence (...).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Fools said I, you do not know</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Silence like a cancer grows.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Hear my words that I might teach you,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Take my arms that I might reach you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">But my words like silent raindrops fell,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">And echoed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">In the wells of silence (...)"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Simon and Garfunkel -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(The Sound of Silence)</span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-60326783983131281412009-07-05T04:04:00.005+01:002009-07-05T04:24:12.522+01:00Obviamente, demito-me!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">... 1 mês depois... parabéns para mim...</span></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRXzsv2LnPY0YxpEb4y_x43ULRApQmRE_qqKbaDXpYnEs-LJYGxL4Vta-Qe0Zh5l-XlH_l0n7Y7awS_-oF7nH4gpK3AVXnBFc8mL2-Ul2R1AYtbECEFnS8ZNy28a3l7NMQ1c-iA/s1600-h/00065.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354808131931051170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRXzsv2LnPY0YxpEb4y_x43ULRApQmRE_qqKbaDXpYnEs-LJYGxL4Vta-Qe0Zh5l-XlH_l0n7Y7awS_-oF7nH4gpK3AVXnBFc8mL2-Ul2R1AYtbECEFnS8ZNy28a3l7NMQ1c-iA/s320/00065.gif" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">"(...) Para que conste, nunca é tarde demais, (...) para seres quem desejas ser. Não há limite de tempo. Começa quando quiseres. Podes mudar ou continuar na mesma. Não há regras para isto.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Podemos aproveitar o melhor ou o pior. Oxalá aproveites o melhor.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Espero que vejas coisas que te espantem. Espero que sintas coisas que nunca sentiste antes. Espero que conheças pessoas com diferentes pontos de vista. Espero que tenhas uma vida de que te orgulhes.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">E se descobrires que não te orgulhas, espero que tenhas a força suficiente para começar tudo de novo. (...)"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- The Curious Case of Benjamin Button -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(David Fincher)<br /><br /></span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-89127386371951240492009-06-18T15:10:00.003+01:002009-06-18T15:20:58.280+01:00Still missing...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukxkVjo0AQ6k3POo3nRcxujuUpLuaYIwDuuLB6LXy6vX2_gpfM29EJ1LKDR_VjU5uq_G_0gxdwAyukjg8YZ1oeXfnJpH-NNCsux6367hiCCWHiBejZxfG6u4-cY4D2ZGGyosOBA/s1600-h/46.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348670401640946466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukxkVjo0AQ6k3POo3nRcxujuUpLuaYIwDuuLB6LXy6vX2_gpfM29EJ1LKDR_VjU5uq_G_0gxdwAyukjg8YZ1oeXfnJpH-NNCsux6367hiCCWHiBejZxfG6u4-cY4D2ZGGyosOBA/s320/46.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">"Metaphor for a missing moment</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Pull me in to your perfect circle</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">One womb</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">One shame</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">One resolve</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Liberate this will</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">To release us all</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Gotta cut away, clear away</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Slip away and sever this</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Umbilical residue,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Keeping me from killing you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">And from pulling you down with me here,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">I can almost hear you scream</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Give me one more medicated peaceful moment</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Give me one more medicated peaceful moment</strong> (...)"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- A perfect circle -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(Orestes; Mer de Noms, 2000)</span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-55522010936170135302009-06-17T02:18:00.005+01:002009-06-17T03:24:49.926+01:00Estimados clientes...<div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">(Em comemoração de um 10º aniversário... ou não)</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348100763831168338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmoGYVBZ5wIGceqw9wVlETg-mb2H4JKdhyphenhyphenluxRy6fS_g60rc83IjsU98t6SZZdeu3KjJqfiuyQmTFCYNYrXiK2TXJV0MyQZEuNMtSH1VBCyj0pVK_6Le5kotT8gR7QkXTqbbjpA/s320/untitled.bmp" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Casino Figueira,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Emoções Únicas!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">16 Junho 1999 - 21 Maio 2000 / 01 Setembro 2000 - 07 Janeiro 2002</span></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbYuwwbHxlfFjlh2hInP1rieTNMRkFm2zUZFvQKmTo-SZIvOXeoY9jv4Hx4hnvzcmgFfY8Zfx36vhfMfg0aTsABcYyuC1wJRIQsU6nC5Vqfs8VpubK0IfUBBxGotziNqGBOF6Fg/s1600-h/bola+bingo+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348106253774362562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbYuwwbHxlfFjlh2hInP1rieTNMRkFm2zUZFvQKmTo-SZIvOXeoY9jv4Hx4hnvzcmgFfY8Zfx36vhfMfg0aTsABcYyuC1wJRIQsU6nC5Vqfs8VpubK0IfUBBxGotziNqGBOF6Fg/s320/bola+bingo+2.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">Boa noite sras e srs. Foi verificado pelos serviços o correcto funcionamento de todo o material de jogo. Algum dos jogadores presentes deseja conferir correcto funcionamento do material ou verificar a numeração das bolas a utilizar no jogo?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Aceite que foi a verificação do material feita pelos serviços, dá-se início à secção.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Para esta primeira jogada serão postos à venda cartões da série L, de 1692 cartões ao preço de 100$00 cada cartão.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">22 Maio 2000 - 31 Agosto 2000</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348107710320418578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5pzUsEDmJ8ZUJdpd_-I39BOiB5unu2uO79Gjul6jYWuQ8P4h4bQ3OMogg4MAALWkgZyxN8oHToP3E5WMMBthTvkhuRW-wHQoqQlgQBbk-TqRMlrJxWunD8vEQR57PuzX_idAFIA/s320/5502-Sala-Maquinas.jpg" /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">... informamos que dentro de momentos encerraremos a partida. Agradecemos que coloquem os vossos créditos para pagamento. Obrigada.</span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">08 Janeiro 2002 / 05 Junho 2009</span></div><div align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348100906581987538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDyZ6c0hWyQvDCFJlA_9WJD726dDN4cfzdGbPF95BBIHKdQY5SIJ8KsCzzjtsqRd05q4RJ2bh0T4Q9sT3nbyNcC95f6RT3SjgLkjLKjFYZJ85NBdnSizYBweltNsx8ct_l31guA/s320/PDfCaption_D3142.jpg" /><span style="color:#993399;">... está encerrada a partida. Não são permitidas mais jogadas. Obrigada, boa noite.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Jogo feito,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">NADA MAIS!</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-9390514267035368302009-06-16T01:41:00.003+01:002009-06-16T01:50:43.880+01:00Death be not proud<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekKGkDsMAzwEWO-4UpT1-mv82-PHoiEPS7xjMZMSFmOo4qBGPl7Gfl9TuJDk5rCfR2vn8SEFqhqi888lhScAxa9hd7WCWGi8oSQn648woeaVVSagvg_6dNzE2QXeyLhEq2h0diQ/s1600-h/376.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347720556171001442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekKGkDsMAzwEWO-4UpT1-mv82-PHoiEPS7xjMZMSFmOo4qBGPl7Gfl9TuJDk5rCfR2vn8SEFqhqi888lhScAxa9hd7WCWGi8oSQn648woeaVVSagvg_6dNzE2QXeyLhEq2h0diQ/s320/376.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so: </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">From Rest and Sleep, which but thy picture be, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">And soonest our best men with thee do go-- </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Rest of their bones and souls' delivery! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">And better than thy stroke. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Why swell'st thou then? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"> One short sleep past, we wake eternally, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"> And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- John Donne -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(Death be not proud)</span> </div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-71194599399542650242009-06-06T19:21:00.000+01:002009-06-06T19:24:22.605+01:00Why???...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVAC0tYwQb9UbIX2tNe9c44_bwM5-eWMSrvhfG1CFNcO1PK_UztXAXXYtovL3yeNp9vyUKEC52fPI-aCTMYnxy41Qiuq6Gwh_1sO2GF3a8s7KNHVUSLAfFchD0OuNA6W-v7Y7CA/s1600-h/164.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344281962493461778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVAC0tYwQb9UbIX2tNe9c44_bwM5-eWMSrvhfG1CFNcO1PK_UztXAXXYtovL3yeNp9vyUKEC52fPI-aCTMYnxy41Qiuq6Gwh_1sO2GF3a8s7KNHVUSLAfFchD0OuNA6W-v7Y7CA/s320/164.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">... I need you to tell me it's ok...<br /></span><br /></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-47896697228037510512009-06-05T01:41:00.003+01:002009-06-05T02:07:57.390+01:00Em nota de despedida...<div align="center"> <span style="color:#993399;">Há o momento da chegada e o momento da partida. Quanta vida já vivi? Quanta resta para ser vivida?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">( ...e a 11 dias de completar 10 anos...)</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night...</span></div><p align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343642007731119794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMIwZMGdwdJmOC24WHxnwv_ivB9h2YOd3A_PARyqis_yI3rUUGbkfVSS1uv2LgAc8jeyfsBKGEqfnb1Bih0WaPMgI0LVfykBrgcC4fsDhjdZmO5IRHHq-DR60L1r9d96AkTInzQ/s320/Logo_CasinoFigueira.jpg" /><span style="color:#993399;">... porque não vale a pena discutir com um idiota pois colocamo-nos ao mesmo nível dele e ele ganha-nos em experiência.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"Desejo uma longa vida aos meus inimigos. Para que assistam de pé às minhas vitórias."<br /></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-7348688430861113432009-05-19T03:48:00.003+01:002009-05-19T04:07:12.665+01:00(for)ever...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGm5HmNC7hxwkiGiT_iM1VOnNO7PqPKiuwuf8p505Cs1zDMXJq9IdJu3vju5Dj4_WIDQr7Rze6fQIspGgrC9QJqscffHFsROxQN9C_6kfEbGnLuWroC_RcJgd_oUWqwgZlDq-_A/s1600-h/Vampire_love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337365837264238386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGm5HmNC7hxwkiGiT_iM1VOnNO7PqPKiuwuf8p505Cs1zDMXJq9IdJu3vju5Dj4_WIDQr7Rze6fQIspGgrC9QJqscffHFsROxQN9C_6kfEbGnLuWroC_RcJgd_oUWqwgZlDq-_A/s320/Vampire_love.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993399;"> "(...) Hug me till you drug me, honey<br /></span><span style="color:#993399;">Kiss me till I'm in a coma.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Love is as good as soma. (...)" </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Tiamat -</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(Love is as good as soma)</span><br /></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-17568646605300948142009-05-06T05:20:00.002+01:002009-05-06T05:25:01.167+01:00Do ócio...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzSJKAHxfdS28EwwQGusB69balgjaZ5H5sEjXMjNrSV16uMJjjoKHPQh8wccJimKYazimQdpwMEZ-IAgJTZC7UUWaeowKgUxDn9Z3zVTZzQW-Qfgh6FAV-M1k1vrVMzFMjh6DHg/s1600-h/preguica.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332561457595486946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzSJKAHxfdS28EwwQGusB69balgjaZ5H5sEjXMjNrSV16uMJjjoKHPQh8wccJimKYazimQdpwMEZ-IAgJTZC7UUWaeowKgUxDn9Z3zVTZzQW-Qfgh6FAV-M1k1vrVMzFMjh6DHg/s320/preguica.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Bill Watterson -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(Calvin & Hobbes)</span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-5182510860413261692009-03-15T22:08:00.001+00:002009-03-15T22:09:47.994+00:00Goth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8FDrxgGaDa9K-Tc4mic5EylE6ADy300OB8vykUdz1d9rDve9MH4dgEf9zg9O6hC6lIYPNi6-HjvKcIwj5TyNFcDyRcvLMchTS9bH_9OG9BnXSnPQH51-b-ChDy4JboWEBweuqw/s1600-h/gothfindlove.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313540156920696370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8FDrxgGaDa9K-Tc4mic5EylE6ADy300OB8vykUdz1d9rDve9MH4dgEf9zg9O6hC6lIYPNi6-HjvKcIwj5TyNFcDyRcvLMchTS9bH_9OG9BnXSnPQH51-b-ChDy4JboWEBweuqw/s320/gothfindlove.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-12981702631829644242009-02-15T05:26:00.003+00:002009-02-15T05:33:22.321+00:00<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9Ryf2uA6r_ByBjNgELohDStsWnZZM45zOOhrl6Z1r6nOflKTyGnkAvCD_lUxaW9w6-0-DRmQ7KupfwC_rjztVvZ5tJ4G0yHjy44bhDEHi9T-FbNafbmnsVd73Zw20-7N2Aumvw/s1600-h/200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302892626005439458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9Ryf2uA6r_ByBjNgELohDStsWnZZM45zOOhrl6Z1r6nOflKTyGnkAvCD_lUxaW9w6-0-DRmQ7KupfwC_rjztVvZ5tJ4G0yHjy44bhDEHi9T-FbNafbmnsVd73Zw20-7N2Aumvw/s320/200.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">"Sweet Emma, in time you will forgive my sins.<br /></span><span style="color:#993399;">The world of the living will forever divide us but I shall bind you, close to me, in the darkness of death (...)."</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Return to Ravenhearst -</span></div></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-10819282237890766132008-12-10T03:54:00.003+00:002008-12-10T04:08:03.139+00:00Welcome<div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278005164722722530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3yALRHS6R1MwZ8GvLE1GD7pOe3VRuhPN4hWOeOogV6DRjOryb1MoedeDELP0nbLISzWxeCapxblTVofgAneHjZVCeCj7jLCwovMQsFrHhKgrm-XNe0dka61w_SRXQgnxr4ZPZMA/s320/28112008117.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#993399;">"Cats have been kept by humans since at least ancient Egypt (...).</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Several ancient religions believed that cats are exalted souls, companions or guides for humans, that they are all-knowing but are mute so they cannot influence decisions made by humans (...).</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">There are also negative superstitions about cats in many cultures. An example would be the belief that a black cat "crossing your path" leads to bad luck, or that cats are witches' familiars used to augment a witch's powers and skills. (...).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Legends, myths, folklore and fairytales:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Bast (or Bastet), Egyptian goddess with the head of a cat,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Cait Sidhe, a fairy creature from Celtic mythology,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">The cat was the animal of Libera, the Roman mythological personification of Liberty,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Freyja's horse-sized winged cats, who draw the Norse goddess's chariot,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Maneki Neko, the lucky beckoning cat of Japan,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Patripatan, the cat that climbed into the sky to praise its master to the gods in South-East Asian Indian mythology ,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Puss in Boots, a cat from a European folk tale,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">The Cat in the Adage which is mentioned by Lady Macbeth in MacBeth (...)"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Wikipedia -<br /></span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-22369300037466992852008-11-19T06:54:00.001+00:002008-11-19T06:56:37.543+00:00Book<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tx49v4rzW731e6hVRVzwcMe9_8RIef26-MfMZNFb8eA-dEOjPxe8NIqmGNwEp0JMPN93UXd_7Ac-oK269f_yT-bAlQAf352pQnWxZ3iNkqKmL04LDi4OUHiUcZz56DX2s-wpmw/s1600-h/b995895f-book_blackrose_j.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270258639770470546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tx49v4rzW731e6hVRVzwcMe9_8RIef26-MfMZNFb8eA-dEOjPxe8NIqmGNwEp0JMPN93UXd_7Ac-oK269f_yT-bAlQAf352pQnWxZ3iNkqKmL04LDi4OUHiUcZz56DX2s-wpmw/s320/b995895f-book_blackrose_j.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993399;"> "A book is a dream that you hold in your hands."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Neil Gaiman -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(Sandman)</span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-30277444584411068112008-11-08T07:04:00.004+00:002008-11-08T18:19:02.579+00:00Think about it<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZkyJu86GzQo_sXlRNXSdYgNjwW8vBTMzXTKab_-vRzR9L9dvhhLuLTupENe7kB6wQC9kQMQZ94SGi7z77d6ViO_jNRfo43bDUavkPq9T0G2-b3zh1VETv24d3_YS2wH82qrhcw/s1600-h/adeuseer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266182490144177058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZkyJu86GzQo_sXlRNXSdYgNjwW8vBTMzXTKab_-vRzR9L9dvhhLuLTupENe7kB6wQC9kQMQZ94SGi7z77d6ViO_jNRfo43bDUavkPq9T0G2-b3zh1VETv24d3_YS2wH82qrhcw/s320/adeuseer.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">"(...) Franqueado o portão principal, corta-se-nos a respiração, não porque a morte em pessoa nos tenha vindo receber, mas porque damos de caras com um imenso jardim, de enormes avenidas, ladeadas de árvores centenárias onde pontua o verde, numa paisagem que nos faz esqueçer que estamos em casa da dita cuja. (...) E ali ficamos à conversa mais um bocadinho, até que outros mortos nos chamam a retomar o passeio. E é mais adiante que finalmente sentimos a presença daquela que até agora, apesar de estarmos nos seus domínios, tinhamos resistido a enfrentar. A "secção" onde estão enterrados os que não tiveram tempo de viver. (...) As campas rasas, uma placa de madeira, um nome, às vezes uma idade, curta, e quase sempre um objecto, que se presume fosse o mais querido da criança ou do jovem ali enterrado, um peluche, um skate, uma camisola, que se recusam a aceitar aquela morte. Aqui o silêncio é sepulcral e a vontade é de chorar."<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Catarina Pires -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(Notícias Magazine)</span></div></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-68124657639147538882008-11-04T06:47:00.001+00:002008-11-04T06:50:50.803+00:00Human Need<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXNdeFmw98Im1i7S5cx8yA5IfFcYuA8FDbinAVybvPStWj__KBwH-yuV9iK1ntXkd8vMqhX8iy51xGv3Rgxn_oSdBvZ2-rt_IgctXhSGyB7S7eBe3O3unn1idTC0aBiAbtFfyXQ/s1600-h/jkuhgfft.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264690863032104866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXNdeFmw98Im1i7S5cx8yA5IfFcYuA8FDbinAVybvPStWj__KBwH-yuV9iK1ntXkd8vMqhX8iy51xGv3Rgxn_oSdBvZ2-rt_IgctXhSGyB7S7eBe3O3unn1idTC0aBiAbtFfyXQ/s320/jkuhgfft.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#993399;">"Throughout the long span of time in which the human imagination has created beings of fantasy solely for its own pleasure, a dark and erotic creature has existed. Its name is the vampire. In myths, you keep us alive by sacrificing your own heated blood; in reality, you feed our existence with your desperate longing for the ecstasy that we represent.Your's beloved vampire kills to sustain its own life. We have learned to accept and enjoy this act of murder. And so, the story of our fate is redolent with evil. Yet, all around, there is evidence of the human need for us, vampires.What is it that calls you to the concept of the blood-feasting stranger wandering in oblivion of the eternal night? Why do you keep us alive? One answer to these questions is the delicious shiver you feel when you imagine succumbing to our hunger. You play the role over and over again in your minds; you become the victim in this erotic fantasy. You can envision it all: the stranger with ivory skin and jet locks, those unyielding and strong arms, the flicker of translucent eyes, the agony of the piercing kiss, and finally the orgasmic seizure that accompanies the hot and scarlet flow of blood. Yes, it has masochistic undertones, but you love every moment of it. (...)And so, we, the vampires, in reality, are truly eternal."<br /></span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-43795025285555290222008-10-31T06:48:00.006+00:002008-10-31T13:42:17.201+00:00Trick or Threat<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgK9lijVVqGbU7o8W8-xr01hVlL5EkglckScTFOuoDqkoo6vEkrEcFn41tXMHUtjyvUFV491shcTciatUvLbv4KhWi7an-P9cbeoXhM_sVuND3i3zNhR7JY0EsfjrKxbyG5fuLXg/s1600-h/Jack-O-Lantern.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263206759762502594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgK9lijVVqGbU7o8W8-xr01hVlL5EkglckScTFOuoDqkoo6vEkrEcFn41tXMHUtjyvUFV491shcTciatUvLbv4KhWi7an-P9cbeoXhM_sVuND3i3zNhR7JY0EsfjrKxbyG5fuLXg/s320/Jack-O-Lantern.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">Halloween has its origins in the ancient Celtic festival known as Samhain. The festival of Samhain is a celebration of the end of the harvest season in Gaelicc culture, and is sometimes regarded as the "Celtic New Year". Traditionally, the festival was a time used by the ancient Celtic pagans to take stock of supplies and slaughter livestock for winter stores. The ancient Gaels believed that on October 31, now known as Halloween, the boundary between the alive and the deceased dissolved, and the dead become dangerous for the living by causing problems such as sickness or damaged crops. The festivals would frequently involve bonfires, into which bones of slaughtered livestock were thrown. Costumes and masks were also worn at the festivals in an attempt to mimic the evil spirits or placate them.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Wikipedia -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Have a scary, dark, creepy, doomed, wounded...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">and great </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">HALLOWEEN!!!<br /></span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-68054459602744869742008-10-23T03:20:00.003+01:002008-10-23T03:29:41.834+01:00Da Roda dos Tostões<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1iwZOxBooOu_GUiJ2zddEdzcM0Bq1w8G8BhKykTJwnxOULVYfxI1JMUkjJHh6S0xxvYHMwxpltD7iuQeeP2-HMLrunM6e25_WwBCDWtTTZedEczbrmopp6-maGUrPZsD5R9cFA/s1600-h/aad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169848329240482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1iwZOxBooOu_GUiJ2zddEdzcM0Bq1w8G8BhKykTJwnxOULVYfxI1JMUkjJHh6S0xxvYHMwxpltD7iuQeeP2-HMLrunM6e25_WwBCDWtTTZedEczbrmopp6-maGUrPZsD5R9cFA/s320/aad.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993399;">Clambering men in big bad boots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Dug up my den, dug up my roots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Treated us like plasticine town</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">They built us up and knocked us down</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">From meccano to legoland</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Here they come with a brick in their hand</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Men with heads filled up with sand</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Its build</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Its build a house where we can stay</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Add a new bit everyday</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Its build a road for us to cross</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Whistling men in yellow vans</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">They can and drew us diagrams</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Showed us how it all worked it out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">And wrote it down in case of doubt</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Its wall to wall and brick to brick</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">They work so fast it makes you sickI</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">ts build</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Its build a house where we can stay</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Add a new bit everyday</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Its build a road for us to cross</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Its build</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Down with sticks and up with bricks</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">In with boots and up with roots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Its in with suits and new recruits</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Its build<br /></span><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Housemartins -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(Built)</span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17018084.post-23388353848168023702008-10-04T04:39:00.003+01:002008-10-04T04:48:36.319+01:00R.I.P.<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TtSc9SqBHG9TFtq9R0QCKM19KpdfU4w4Qs6frTaz7T7etACrwqtXsmVPGr-V7YpXHXrQCaF_1w6eyMVjrpdOgGcOVMeuAq66sufuJvx_AvK236g30oqEP0AfUKkURf_Hk8OT7A/s1600-h/82.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253139400530612770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TtSc9SqBHG9TFtq9R0QCKM19KpdfU4w4Qs6frTaz7T7etACrwqtXsmVPGr-V7YpXHXrQCaF_1w6eyMVjrpdOgGcOVMeuAq66sufuJvx_AvK236g30oqEP0AfUKkURf_Hk8OT7A/s320/82.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993399;"> "(...) Morte! Misteriosa e soturna amiga da fraca humanidade! Porquê, entre todos os mortais, me negas o teu seio protector? Ah, ter a paz da cova! O profundo silêncio do túmulo inviolável! Onde o pensamento cessasse de me atormentar o cérebro e o meu coração deixasse de bater por emoções que são apenas novas formas de tristeza! (...)"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">- Mary Shelley -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">(Contos Góticos; O Mortal Imortal)<br /></span></div>Poppy Feyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846130512280071143noreply@blogger.com0