o meu primeiro layout

foi muito bom o workshop de scrapbooking na loja "LEmbranças Soltas". Para repetir :)

o meu primeiro prémio :)

Recebi o meu primeiro prémio e agora tenho a dificil tarefa de o atribuir*. Difícil porque só inclui mulheres, e assim vou ter que repetir algumas. Mas elas merecem prémios sem fim por isso aqui vai :)


Para algumas mulheres importantes na minha vida:

1. Ana do "Espaço de encontro"
2. Inês do "Autumn morning"
3. Ritinha do "Dar asas á poesia"
4. Leonor do "Correntes d'Arte"
5. Mafalda do "Thousand moments"
6. Carol do "Casa de palavras"

* As regras, para quem o receber são:
1. exibir a imagem do selo.
2. linkar o blogue pelo qual você recebeu a nomeação.
3. escolher seis mulheres a quem entregar o "BLOGUE DE OURO".
4. deixar um comentário nesses blogues, para saberem que receberam o prémio.

tentações...

" Posso resistir a tudo, menos à tentação. "
Oscar Wilde

a melhor viagem de 2008- viagem fim de curso a Madrid

feliz 2009 atrasado

bem, agora de certeza que vai ser um grande ano :)

esta a nevar!!!

e consegui ver nevar no porto hihi ja realizei o primeiro desejo dos 100: ver nevar!

broken strings

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real

Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real

Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before


Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again...


James Morrison

my family

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