tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385252702011-04-22T01:33:49.775+01:00Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-46309173731601763312007-07-31T18:39:00.001+01:002007-07-31T18:40:25.631+01:00"Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.<br /> Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness.<br /> Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again."<br /><br /><br /> Stephen King<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-4630917373160176331?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-18501642317364530892007-07-02T06:13:00.000+01:002007-07-02T06:28:35.129+01:00Tudo o que faço ou medito<br />Fica sempre na metade.<br />Querendo, quero o infinito.<br />Fazendo, nada é verdade.<br /><br />Que nojo de mim me fica<br />Ao olhar para o que faço!<br />Minha alma é lúcida e rica,<br />E eu sou um mar de sargaço.<br /><br />(Fernando Pessoa)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-1850164231736453089?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1169784560724153252007-01-26T04:07:00.000Z2007-01-26T04:09:20.730Z<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Não era bom que pudessemos apagar certas pessoas e certos momentos das nossas vidas...?</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Tudo bem... tudo o que passamos é que nos faz crescer... é que nos faz ser o que somos neste preciso segundo...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">...mas há dias que fica difícil ser tão racional...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116978456072415325?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1169701667333692742007-01-25T05:07:00.000Z2007-01-25T05:08:33.956Z<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Hoje olhei-me ao espelho e vi-me velho...<br />Será que para além de existirem espelhos que desfocam, que emagrecem, que engordam, também existem espelhos que fazem os anos sentir-se vincados e pesados na cara...<br /><br />...ou aquele sou mesmo eu...?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116970166733369274?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1169485184776511842007-01-22T16:59:00.000Z2007-01-22T16:59:44.786Z<span style="font-family: arial;">"All that shines turns to rust </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> All that stands in time turns to dust" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(Zakk Wylde - Rust)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116948518477651184?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1169351500909243262007-01-21T03:51:00.000Z2007-01-21T03:51:40.916Z<span style="font-family: arial;">Aih Economia, Economia... a quanto obrigas... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116935150090924326?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1169182295814304592007-01-19T04:49:00.000Z2007-01-19T04:51:35.830ZHoje sonhei que um dia o amor estaria à minha espera num banco de jardim...<br />"Valeu a pena esperar por ti" - dizia ele.<br />E eu dei-lhe as mãos, e sorri... :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116918229581430459?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1169100728847039702007-01-18T06:10:00.000Z2007-01-18T06:12:08.853Z<span style="font-family: arial;">"Because tonight is the night the world begins again..." :)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116910072884703970?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168821121309381842007-01-15T00:29:00.000Z2007-01-19T05:01:14.900Z<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">É dificil perceber os segredos do vento, quando se está demasiado dorido para sentir...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116882112130938184?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168724819321705532007-01-13T21:41:00.000Z2007-01-18T06:13:14.553Z<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >...and so does life!<br /><br />Parabéns ao menino Johnny Xota, que hoje faz aninhos!<br />Obrigado pela amizade, que apesar de recente, já trouxe muitos sorrisos. :)<br />Que sejas muito feliz, em mais este ano da tua vida. Estarei cá para ajudar no que for possível para que os teus sonhos se concretizem.<br />Um abraço!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116872481932170553?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168560207728675172007-01-12T00:01:00.000Z2007-01-19T05:01:47.440Z<span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"Não choreis... continuarei a amar-vos na outra vida; o amor está na alma, e a alma não morre..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">...adeus.</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116856020772867517?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168507362767194222007-01-11T09:22:00.000Z2007-01-18T06:13:57.836Z<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Partiste... :'(</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116850736276719422?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168352208500423992007-01-09T14:09:00.000Z2007-01-18T06:14:31.286Z<span style="font-family: arial;">Dias, horas, minutos...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Ela está a chegar... e ironicamente, vai-te fazer partir...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Para longe de nós, para longe de mim...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Peço-Lhe que não te leve, mas Ela olha para mim, encolhe os ombros, e segue o seu caminho...!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Como vou sentir a tua falta, avô...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116835220850042399?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168275667415467672007-01-08T16:58:00.000Z2007-01-18T06:14:50.270Z<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Em músicas, recordações...<br />Em recordações, sorrisos...<br /><br />"Don't look back in anger, I heard you say..." :)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116827566741546767?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168236829905436902007-01-08T06:11:00.000Z2007-01-19T05:02:52.636Z<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"Pouco a pouco o passo faz-se vagabundo</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> dá-se a volta ao medo dá-se a volta ao mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> diz-se do passado que está moribundo</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> bebe-se o alento num copo sem fundo</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida:</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">(Sérgio Godinho)</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116823682990543690?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168148689506083972007-01-07T05:44:00.000Z2007-01-19T05:03:20.340Z<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A chuva, à noite, é como o pensamento... bate mais forte...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116814868950608397?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168148230403891442007-01-07T05:34:00.000Z2007-01-18T06:15:48.766Z<span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Atiraste uma pedra</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >No peito de quem</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Só te fez tanto bem</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >E quebraste um telhado</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Perdeste um abrigo</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Feriste um amigo</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Conseguiste magoar</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Quem das mágoas te livrou</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Atiraste uma pedra</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Com as mãos que essa boca</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Tantas vezes beijou</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Quebraste um telhado</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Que nas noites de frio</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Te servia de abrigo</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Perdeste um amigo</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Que os teus erros não viu</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >E o teu pranto enxugou</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Mas acima de tudo</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Atiraste uma pedra</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Turvando essa água</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Essa água que um dia</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Por estranha ironia</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Tua sede matou.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >(Herivelto Martins e David Nasser)</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-size:10;"><p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:10;"></span></span></p></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116814823040389144?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525270.post-1168143571322157282007-01-07T04:14:00.000Z2007-01-07T05:06:26.626Z<div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">...tem um começo.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">E pronto, voltei ao mundo dos blogs.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Farei de cada post uma tentativa de "imortalizar" esta minha mente curiosa.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Para mim, que seja uma forma de me libertar.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Para os outros, que seja uma boa leitura.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Por cá nos vemos. :)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Aproveito... bom <span style="font-weight: bold;">2007</span>!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38525270-116814357132215728?l=pensamento-vagabundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005199554822148817noreply@blogger.com0