tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55205022009-12-10T04:06:56.615-03:00wonderings, wanderings and waverings...chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-67681541601052593572009-12-09T03:08:00.001-03:002009-12-09T03:10:45.853-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">to be thrown into the garbage.<br /><br />f*ck freedom.<br /><br />the hell with freedom.<br /><br />she needs to not cry anymore.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-6768154160105259357?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-75438857754214989132009-12-04T04:17:00.002-03:002009-12-04T04:23:59.334-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">future?<br /><br />sort of?<br /><br />kinda?<br /><br />she knows not.<br /><br />NOW?<br /><br />what is now?<br /><br />is now ever?<br /><br />is the now the eternal circumstance of ... just now?<br /><br />she wants more.<br /><br />she wants now to be now,<br /><br />today.<br /><br />tomorrow.<br /><br />yesterday.<br /><br />maybe the day which could not be...<br /><br />and stuff.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-7543885775421498913?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-17177049755718332222009-10-22T01:38:00.001-03:002009-10-22T01:40:48.349-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">who are you?<br />what are you living for?<br /><br />think about it, even though life might be unkind.<br /><br />and then, wrap yourself around me</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-1717704975571833222?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-35999621147367081602009-10-20T23:53:00.000-03:002009-10-20T23:53:40.453-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">used to be about<br /><br />faces, traces, laces... races<br /><br />or<br /><br />food, heat, cold... survival<br /><br />even<br /><br />concrete, abstract, romantic.... contemporaneous<br /><br />and now...<br /><br />we just don't know.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-3599962114736708160?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-30024449279069026202009-05-14T04:36:00.002-03:002009-10-20T23:58:10.034-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">choices<br /><br />bring us to where we stand now.<br /><br />all of them.<br /><br />choosing to believe in something is pure and magical.<br /><br />until it is not anymore.<br /><br />i don't regret.<br /><br />but i hurt.<br /><br />i hurt too much.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-3002444927906902620?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-86157197312091429712009-05-09T01:06:00.002-03:002009-05-09T01:15:55.173-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">is it that it's always about ourselves?<br /><br />when does it stop?<br /><br />or does it?<br /><br />and i know that there are all of the ulterior and selfless and explainable circumstances where we can deconstruct that...<br /><br />but can we? really?<br /><br />so sometimes i just wish i could relay.<br /><br />relay.<br /><br />and lay.<br /><br />and reeeeeeally find the light of day.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-8615719731209142971?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-43440498161111602382009-01-24T01:11:00.002-03:002009-01-24T01:14:47.813-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">some stay.<br />some go.<br />some play.<br /><br />alight<br />reorder<br />blink<br />stay away?<br /><br />we're all that one.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-4344049816111160238?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-41812463962816196742008-10-22T23:17:00.001-03:002008-10-22T23:19:10.285-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">less<br /><br />or<br /><br />ful?<br /><br />as is frequent,<br /><br />i'm getting tired, and i need somewhere to begin.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-4181246396281619674?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-38089180006353171572008-10-14T01:48:00.001-03:002008-10-14T01:52:02.849-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">I'm waiting <br />For my moment to come <br />I'm waiting <br />For the movie to begin <br />I'm waiting <br />For a revelation <br />I'm waiting for someone <br />To count me in <br /><br />Cos now <br />I only see my dreams <br />In everything I touch <br />Feel their cold hands on <br />Everything that I love <br />Cold like some <br />Magnificent skyline <br />Out of my reach <br />But always <br />In my eyeline now <br /><br />(...)<br /><br />I fashioned you <br />From jewels and stone <br />I made you <br />In the image of myself <br />I gave you <br />Everything you wanted <br />So you would never know <br />Anything else <br /><br />But everytime <br />I reach for you <br />You slip <br />Through my fingers <br />Into cold sunlight <br />Laughing at the things <br />That I had planned <br />The map of my world gets <br />Smaller as I sit here <br />Pulling at the loose <br />Threads now <br /><br />(...)<br /><br />Did you wanna be a winner? <br />Did you wanna be an icon? <br />Did you wanna be famous? <br />Did you wanna be the president? <br />Did you wanna start a war? <br />Did you wanna have a family? <br />Did you wanna be in love? <br />Did you wanna be in love? <br /><br />I never saw the light <br />I waited up all night <br />But I never saw the light <br /><br />When we fall in love <br />We're just falling <br />In love with ourselves <br />We're spiralling <br />We're tumbling down <br />We're spiralling <br />Tied up to the ground <br />We're spiralling <br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-3808918000635317157?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-73986124213530133542008-07-14T21:13:00.005-03:002008-07-14T21:59:05.531-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/SHv2IFmCpSI/AAAAAAAAI6E/Y4f77D6Fk-c/s1600-h/IMG_5847_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/SHv2IFmCpSI/AAAAAAAAI6E/Y4f77D6Fk-c/s400/IMG_5847_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223038811667342626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />quando se junta um monte de gente desse, com esses sorrisos abertos desse jeito, não tem como não sorrir de volta.<br /><br />aí somos os meira, com um dedinho de betmann, e larry misturado também. família cheia de dentes - e de energia.<br /><br />amo demais</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-7398612421353013354?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-46573479661097469872008-07-13T03:07:00.006-03:002008-07-14T22:00:52.341-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/SHmhhmyoitI/AAAAAAAAI58/2-bwroioNJ8/s1600-h/IMG_5289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/SHmhhmyoitI/AAAAAAAAI58/2-bwroioNJ8/s400/IMG_5289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222382841633475282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">flowers.<br /><br />feliz</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-4657347966109746987?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-68172266832738023012008-07-10T12:10:00.001-03:002008-07-10T12:11:19.674-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">flowing freely through veins,<br />life pulsating,<br />agony and bliss,<br />horizon and free falls<br /><br />i love living.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-6817226683273802301?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-70557275091742971132008-07-09T01:50:00.002-03:002008-07-09T01:54:54.418-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">things are just meant to be.<br /><br />problem is, sometimes we can't discern them from those that aren't quite but we wish were.<br /><br />long time no see from me around here, and there i come back with cryptic messages... guess it couldn't be different, since i am cryptic to myself above all...<br /><br />good to be back, though</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-7055727509174297113?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-90745931595217905662007-10-15T23:57:00.000-03:002007-10-16T00:42:53.672-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">ele, mesmo.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/RxQy4KuEuQI/AAAAAAAAACE/WPVkPHyMrAY/s1600-h/15-10-07_2332.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121774616758761730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/RxQy4KuEuQI/AAAAAAAAACE/WPVkPHyMrAY/s400/15-10-07_2332.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-9074593159521790566?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-34487080443599193982007-08-17T03:25:00.000-03:002007-08-17T03:29:33.719-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">hoje é o dia de dida. pessoíssima que me faz ser o que sou hoje, e que ue não postei no lugar um do dia 17 pq eu acho que ela nasceu lá pelo meio do dia. e pq eu nao tenho uma foto ainda. mas jaja essa foto aparece por esse mesmo post...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-3448708044359919398?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-87220066700660745562007-08-17T03:16:00.000-03:002007-08-17T03:19:21.420-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">is enough. about as much as anyone can get.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-8722006670066074556?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-81738287340940446832007-07-06T12:06:00.000-03:002007-07-06T12:32:45.933-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Ro5aicu0JKI/AAAAAAAAABU/WiNHz3Fp1UI/s1600-h/IMG_9696.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Ro5aicu0JKI/AAAAAAAAABU/WiNHz3Fp1UI/s400/IMG_9696.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> la gallega, amada amante.<br />sempre longe, sempre perto...<br /><br />o último aniversário recifense foi em 2002.<br /><br />de resto, o mundo é mais bonito e melhor desde este próprio dia há 26 anos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-8173828734094044683?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-40633312608548993412007-06-24T04:25:00.000-03:002007-06-24T04:27:15.454-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">how to live out of nothingness?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-4063331260854899341?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-90685459276325652822007-05-10T00:10:00.000-03:002007-05-09T20:50:56.849-03:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/RkJcfbwbyZI/AAAAAAAAABM/hp3uFO3Ea6w/s1600-h/c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062710626214463890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/RkJcfbwbyZI/AAAAAAAAABM/hp3uFO3Ea6w/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">neste momento, ela completa 27 anos de nascida.<br /><br />feliz começo do vigésimo oitavo ano.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-9068545927632565282?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-67456071748280198722007-05-06T03:53:00.000-03:002007-05-06T04:00:23.026-03:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">a minha pessoa que tem dificuldades eternas em manter esse blog ativo... vou postar uma foto aqui pra ver se dá uma vitalizada.<br /><br />a foto mostra o momento imediatamente após eu ter aterrado em leo através dos nossos respectivos narizes. guitarra numa mão, microfone na outra, nariz com nariz.... choque da gota serena. e obviamente a gente botou pra rir descontroladamente. eita festinha boa!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Rj18fbwbyYI/AAAAAAAAABE/EMmGfQElcGg/s1600-h/IMG_1501.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061338435702999426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Rj18fbwbyYI/AAAAAAAAABE/EMmGfQElcGg/s400/IMG_1501.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-6745607174828019872?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-53019054343034351382007-03-18T22:59:00.000-03:002007-03-18T23:20:33.057-03:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Rf3wb7uYmEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y9vJMzejl5I/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043451520404199490" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Rf3wb7uYmEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y9vJMzejl5I/s400/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">sometimes one just has to try and stop running around in circles.<br /><br />not that easy to accomplish... but peace of mind much sought lies within.<br /><br />where lies the difference between yourself and that so identical reflection? the one that looks back with inquiring eyes and the restlessness of a heavy soul?<br /><br />maybe under the green hat.</span> </div><div><br /></div><div></div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Rf3wvruYmFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OywjN8WctAU/s1600-h/IMG_0421_2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043451859706615890" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Rf3wvruYmFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OywjN8WctAU/s400/IMG_0421_2.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-5301905434303435138?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-31017917480581597342007-02-27T09:56:00.000-03:002007-02-27T10:08:11.928-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">a meira e a maria</span><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/ReQsGJE0ECI/AAAAAAAAAAk/50r28GXvZn8/s1600-h/IMG_0132.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036198767334002722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/ReQsGJE0ECI/AAAAAAAAAAk/50r28GXvZn8/s400/IMG_0132.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">numa época em que os cabelos ainda eram iguais</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-3101791748058159734?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-65536424407206916522007-02-23T11:37:00.000-03:002007-02-23T12:18:43.022-03:00<div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">os clarins cantaram<br />os batuques bombaram<br />os pés frevaram<br /><br />a euforia subiu<br />o suor escorreu<br />a felicidade se tornou onipresente<br /><br />rostos pintados<br />corpos adornados<br />almas em êxtase<br /><br />foi carnaval<br />é carnaval<br />sempre </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Rd8FNsQxyNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/F2ivtOu8s_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034748641201473746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4AI_hA5lg7I/Rd8FNsQxyNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/F2ivtOu8s_Y/s400/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-6553642440720691652?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-33833156968720368432007-02-15T13:27:00.000-03:002007-02-15T13:28:11.432-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">suspiro da pilombeta.<br /><br />chegou o carnaval.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-3383315696872036843?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17505867345036204580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520502.post-78755939187030763762007-01-31T16:01:00.000-03:002007-02-01T02:00:45.802-03:00<span style="font-size:85%;">eu gostaria de mostrar pra vocês uma pessoa chamada joe tocando bateria. com uma ajudinha de um outro negócio chamado uka.</span><br /><br /><object height="336" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9Wk1G0QqOU"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9Wk1G0QqOU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="424" height="336"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520502-7875593918703076376?l=ceciliameira.blogspot.com' alt='' 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