tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80511487568044125352024-03-08T17:42:02.671-03:00Un PoquitoJu Baratierihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012737036779668864noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051148756804412535.post-76895840354390473622009-04-27T11:16:00.000-03:002009-04-27T11:17:06.221-03:00um beijo!<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">http://donttouchmymoleskine.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/scarlett_thumb.gif?w=411&h=312</p>Ju Baratierihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012737036779668864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051148756804412535.post-21693190125572153432008-12-04T21:44:00.002-02:002008-12-04T21:47:08.022-02:00Depois que eu resolvi fazer, parou de chover..<div>Top 10 rain songs</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; ">supertramp - it's raining again<br />burt bacharach - raindrops keep falling<br />gene kelly - singin' in the rain<br />travis - why does it always rain on me<br />rihanna - umbrella<br />the wheepies - painting by chagall<br />jorge ben - chove chuva<br />blind melon - no rain<br />a-ha - crying in the rain<br />guns and roses - november rain</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbkG6Za6w5s<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;">welcome sunshine! :)</span></div>Ju Baratierihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012737036779668864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051148756804412535.post-91816525067707576862008-12-03T19:56:00.000-02:002008-12-03T20:04:52.334-02:00<blockquote></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAZZNF3cVwk/STcAjc3hA1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ES_V1cq63x4/s1600-h/voodoo_girl_1.gif"><blockquote></blockquote><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAZZNF3cVwk/STcAjc3hA1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ES_V1cq63x4/s320/voodoo_girl_1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275686097532289874" /><br /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Her skin is white cloth</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and she's all sewn apart</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and she has many colored pins</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">sticking out of her heart</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She has many different zombies</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">who are deeply in her trance</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She even has a zombie</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">who was originally from France</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But she knows she has a curse on her,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a curse she cannot win</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For if someone gets</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">too close to her,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The pins stick farther in.</span></span></span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAZZNF3cVwk/STcBnPXoreI/AAAAAAAAAi4/yYsCD9P19zA/s1600-h/voodoo+heart.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAZZNF3cVwk/STcBnPXoreI/AAAAAAAAAi4/yYsCD9P19zA/s320/voodoo+heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275687262140018146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">pra quem quiser ler mais historinhas</div><div style="text-align: left;">http://homepage.eircom.net/~sebulbac/burton/home.html<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><br /></div></div></div>Ju Baratierihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012737036779668864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051148756804412535.post-16249364371375923142008-12-02T21:05:00.000-02:002008-12-02T21:16:06.661-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAZZNF3cVwk/STXBNYRRjmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/31iiQwFUvS0/s1600-h/2226375671_4817aa9a30_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAZZNF3cVwk/STXBNYRRjmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/31iiQwFUvS0/s320/2226375671_4817aa9a30_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275334974131768930" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Um dia resolvi ir pra europa. Desde que sai daqui fui com aquele ponto de interrogação na cabeça, e achando que lá isso poderia se resolver. Não resolveu, o ponto continua...quase tatuado.<div>Foi legal? Foi </div><div>Faltaram coisas? muitas</div><div>Voltar ou não voltar? difícil </div>Ju Baratierihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14012737036779668864noreply@blogger.com1