tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215264333753542872012-02-16T06:06:37.154-08:00martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13762368016511228764noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-38003870294174904082008-10-29T14:53:00.000-07:002008-10-29T14:55:34.335-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPdyxda37ko&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPdyxda37ko&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Saudade vossa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-3800387029417490408?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl in the other roomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994237597200537020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-71615589995921779812008-07-29T17:28:00.000-07:002008-07-29T17:30:41.681-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">QUÊ???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br />ACABOU?!?!?!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">O post da parvalheira... </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-7161558999592177981?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13762368016511228764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-55439161180022145682008-07-23T15:25:00.000-07:002008-07-23T15:32:46.550-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mweQL3Iv77U/SIexbjRJSRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JTrdXADX65w/s1600-h/charming_village.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226340979468486930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mweQL3Iv77U/SIexbjRJSRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JTrdXADX65w/s320/charming_village.jpg" width="375" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Quero-vos trazer aqui. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-5543916118002214568?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl in the other roomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994237597200537020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-36570118949631783202008-07-11T04:44:00.001-07:002008-07-11T04:45:52.004-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FXaTSNdSql0/SHdH4KB_gwI/AAAAAAAAALM/pvyVn670v6s/s1600-h/cartaz5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221721323050337026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FXaTSNdSql0/SHdH4KB_gwI/AAAAAAAAALM/pvyVn670v6s/s400/cartaz5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>"o divagador mais inconstante conclui a ausência de constância quando se dá conta de que o mundo gira e ele não"</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-3657011894963178320?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13762368016511228764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-47649306789526736972008-07-08T14:40:00.000-07:002008-07-08T14:41:42.185-07:00Coladela brutal neste vídeo.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekQZPozjCX8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekQZPozjCX8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-4764930678952673697?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl in the other roomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994237597200537020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-16033909225858959442008-06-21T15:12:00.001-07:002008-06-21T15:27:34.952-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PhGHI-8W6yY/SF188WsyLkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ElmW3Mu-VH0/s1600-h/250px-Vincent_Willem_van_Gogh_002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PhGHI-8W6yY/SF188WsyLkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ElmW3Mu-VH0/s320/250px-Vincent_Willem_van_Gogh_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214461319892315714" border="0" /></a>Ela veio para ficar. Começou por bater à porta sem se fazer ouvir muito. Entrou sorrateiramente e agarrou-a como se não houvesse amanhã. Desde então não a largou mais.<br /><br />"A desilusão é traiçoeira e fica do lado de lá da esquina" dizias tu amiga...e como sabemos quanto de verdadeiro tem essa verdade!<br /><br />Salve-se quem puder. Porque ela...veio para ficar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-1603390922585895944?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509794314047659594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-38630601892975527782008-05-12T07:00:00.000-07:002008-05-12T07:15:14.499-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PhGHI-8W6yY/SChQROIJuAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aMGsYzd3SmA/s1600-h/Imagem+0782.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 354px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PhGHI-8W6yY/SChQROIJuAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aMGsYzd3SmA/s320/Imagem+0782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199494026579523586" border="0" /></a><br />* Objectivos<br />* Dedicação<br />* Trabalho<br />* Alegrias<br />* Tristezas<br />* Vitórias<br />* Amizades<br />* Desilusões<br />* Encontros<br />* Desencontros<br />* Conquistas<br />* Perdas<br />* Luta<br />* Confidências<br />* Noitadas<br />* Café Cheio<br />* Nostalgia<br />* Saudade<br />* Rios de Lágrimas<br />* Abraços<br /> * Beijos<br /> * Cartola e Bengala<br /><br /> * ORGULHO<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-3863060189297552778?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509794314047659594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-18189650705181710992008-05-07T03:38:00.000-07:002008-05-07T03:44:50.889-07:00Na verdade não queríamos mais do que tardar a partida. O tempo passa, corre sob os nossos pés, e nós somos imberbes no que toca a controlá-lo.<br />Deixamos escapar a hipótese de sermos crianças, mas alguma vez soubemos como o fazer?<br /><br />Trago algures no coração as vitórias que não conquistei, mas almejo acima de tudo.<br /><br />Proteje-me a alma (que eu nem sei como o fazer), desses ataques céleres e violentos.<br /><br />Vou partir. Tu também, ele também.<br /><br />até um dia. Seja breve.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-1818965070518171099?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13762368016511228764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-72103575654861544142008-04-25T21:50:00.000-07:002008-04-25T21:52:16.608-07:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8hVhW7QRS8&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8hVhW7QRS8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Sábado dançamos e gritamos isto compulsivamente. Sim?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-7210357565486154414?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl in the other roomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994237597200537020noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-11962687701944690492008-04-14T07:52:00.001-07:002008-04-14T14:18:09.398-07:00<div>"Hey Tom do you know for how long I've been burning to?<br />It's time to go home to rise the sun, to bring the truth.<br />You want to make me cry, you want to watch me die, but you don't have the strength<br /><br />so come on, run with me, I want to set you free, I need you to be strong<br /><br />Somebody asked your name, it could be Jake or Jane<br />If you don't have a clue, I'll tell you what to do.<br /><br />Hey Tom do you know for how long am I loving you?<br />It's time to move, to leave my heart for something new<br />I want to make you smile, I want to close your eyes, but I don't have the strength<br /><br />so come on, run with me, I wanna set you free, I need you to...."<br /><br /><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OQrS_s3hZk/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OQrS_s3hZk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-1196268770194469049?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13762368016511228764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-67979144422985160612008-04-10T15:11:00.000-07:002008-04-10T15:18:29.278-07:00ok, a frase do meu estágio...<br /><br />"bais lebar. Oh, tu és noba, a gente desculpa..."<br /><br />a música do estágio:<br /><br /><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ywdL_LjYM2/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ywdL_LjYM2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />gotta stay awake!! even when there's no coffee!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-6797914442298516061?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13762368016511228764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-67021281466551503022008-04-07T14:00:00.000-07:002008-04-07T14:09:33.718-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mweQL3Iv77U/R_qNPsg7KGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G24gPQ96ZR8/s1600-h/bras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186613221657356386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mweQL3Iv77U/R_qNPsg7KGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G24gPQ96ZR8/s320/bras.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tenho que vos trazer aqui. One of my favourite*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-6702128146655150302?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl in the other roomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994237597200537020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-41780757587811600442008-04-05T14:55:00.000-07:002008-04-05T14:59:22.454-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PhGHI-8W6yY/R_f2GHjRJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1wgdRSkpTFc/s1600-h/Imagem+062.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PhGHI-8W6yY/R_f2GHjRJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1wgdRSkpTFc/s320/Imagem+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185884080907036514" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">Porque há dias que convidam a uma nostalgia serena e porque é preciso deitar cá para fora o suspiro de uma ansiedade que já entoa no silêncio.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Saudades apertam na cabana pequenina ao canto do coração**<span style=""><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-4178075758781160044?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509794314047659594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-47707681194321121902008-03-10T14:30:00.000-07:002008-03-10T14:42:24.197-07:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUwzR5hgotQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUwzR5hgotQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Riem. Chorem. Atirem-se para o chão. <br /><br />P.S.: deixo-vos os momentos top 3 do meu estágio:<br /><br />"Vocês são maus, mas isso passa."<br /><br />"Porreiro pá...porreiro pá...porreiro pá!<br /><br />"Oh bebé, porque é que és tão pequenina?"<br /><br />E os vossos?*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-4770768119432112190?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509794314047659594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-56242722649021174602008-02-29T07:48:00.000-08:002008-02-29T09:02:01.391-08:00acho que agora passa a ser oficial que passamos as três (ex trauseuntes do passeio dos prodigios) a ser estagiárias.<br /><br /><br /><br />E agora, sim, agora, vamos dar forma a este Café Cheio.<br /><br /><br /><br />Entenda-se que vamos precisar de muitos de agora em diante...<br /><br /><br /><br />na D. Isabel??<br /><br /><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KG63aj-x9W/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KG63aj-x9W/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-5624272264902117460?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13762368016511228764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-81541204490067232092008-02-25T13:55:00.000-08:002008-02-25T13:58:02.754-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://fredfred.net/skriker/images/fred/music/simone_nina/ninasimone164.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fredfred.net/skriker/images/fred/music/simone_nina/ninasimone164.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Nina%20Simone%20Lyrics/Images%20Lyrics.html">Images</a><br /><p align="center"><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RVUpnWwMBe/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RVUpnWwMBe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-8154120449006723209?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl in the other roomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994237597200537020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-58916678552567647142008-02-23T15:18:00.000-08:002008-02-23T15:27:50.214-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PhGHI-8W6yY/R8Cr3tkSr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3KxBkybSS_E/s1600-h/Me+and+Martas+0162.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PhGHI-8W6yY/R8Cr3tkSr_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3KxBkybSS_E/s320/Me+and+Martas+0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170321345834299378" border="0" /></a><br />" A casa da saudade chama-se memória: é uma cabana pequenina a um canto do coração."<br /><br />Ela vai ser feliz. Grande como o mundo. Nós queremos que sim.<br /><br />Mostra o que vales Couto*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-5891667855256764714?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509794314047659594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-29380002374972265982008-02-18T13:25:00.000-08:002008-02-18T13:44:31.858-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">Foi há 4 anos que a melhor profissão do mundo de sempre cativou e fez juntar os destinos de um grupo de jovens que se afirmavam "meros transeuntes...num passeio de prodígios". A paixão pela comunicação uniu-nos para seguirmos, juntos, um percurso na direcção de um horizonte aliciante de possibilidades. Quatro anos de aprendizagem..quatro anos de conhecimento mútuo...quatro anos de partilha....em momentos bons e momentos maus. O que fica é muito grande. A dimensão só quem a sente a conhece. A nostalgia é a nossa forma bonita de sentir que valeu a pena...e valeu.<br />Ciclos acabam...ciclos começam. Entre estes espaços de tempo vamos apreciando os ciclos aromáticos da vida. Entre eles, um bom café cheio...apenas entre nós.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-2938000237497226598?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509794314047659594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-64685367226064330322008-02-17T18:23:00.000-08:002008-02-17T18:26:49.969-08:00Objectivo? Pregar a verdade. <br /><br /><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/--R_JwCqnK/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/--R_JwCqnK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><br />[prometo ser o vosso caubói solidário]<br /><br />*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-6468536722606433032?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the girl in the other roomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994237597200537020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221526433375354287.post-16210276074523343522008-02-17T09:13:00.000-08:002008-02-17T09:16:15.323-08:00Há dias que começam assim.<br />Com uma de nostalgia presente, com um desejo semelhante de querer voltar atrás... e, contudo, isso não é permitido. Voltar atrás não acontece, não é permitido. São as regras deste jogo no qual concordamos entrar.<br /><br />Hoje é o ultimo dia de uma fase.<br /><br />Amanha uma nova etapa começa. E vamos a ver como tudo corre.<br /><br />Mas, antes.... vai um Café Cheio?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221526433375354287-1621027607452334352?l=cafecheio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13762368016511228764noreply@blogger.com1