tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66116623560184301822024-03-14T11:04:29.418+00:00Um dia acordei assimDoravante, deves destapar-me devagar.papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-9446721278128987772009-03-03T01:12:00.006+00:002009-03-03T01:23:53.781+00:00Durmam bem<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SayFDhHfOiI/AAAAAAAAGJg/tk0f29O5JIU/s1600-h/Ginja+(evening-walk+by+Irisz+Agocs).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308764356238850594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SayFDhHfOiI/AAAAAAAAGJg/tk0f29O5JIU/s320/Ginja+(evening-walk+by+Irisz+Agocs).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Faz hoje um ano, minha querida Evita... Tantas saudades :( </div><div align="justify">Dorme bem, minha amôra. </div><div align="justify">Durmam bem as duas. Tu e a Maria Papoila. </div><div align="justify">E de vez em quando digam um olá a mim e à Ginja. </div><div align="justify">Só para sabermos que estão bem. Adoro-vos, minhas queridas.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">(Evening Walk, by Irisz Agocs)</div><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-76287054518127318082008-09-03T00:54:00.003+01:002008-09-03T00:59:38.061+01:00Seis meses...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SL3StpZmphI/AAAAAAAAALA/U2cXx6rquTs/s1600-h/Evinha+(Wonder+Dog+by+Irisz+Agocs).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241577222978315794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SL3StpZmphI/AAAAAAAAALA/U2cXx6rquTs/s320/Evinha+(Wonder+Dog+by+Irisz+Agocs).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Alguém me disse que está há 6 meses a olhar para mim... </div><div>Eu diria a olhar por mim... </div><br /><div>Uma festinha para ti, lá onde estás, minha querida.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><em>(Wonder Dog, by Irisz Agocs)</em></div><div><em><br /></em></div>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-11153529005511684972008-08-24T17:33:00.007+01:002008-08-24T17:37:32.090+01:00Os meus amores<a href="http://animalia.pt/canal_detalhe.php?canal=DISCURSO_DIRECTO&id=305" target="new">Amores</a><br /><br />Uma homenagem aos meus queridos amigos de 4 patas. Para sempre no meu coração.<br /><br>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-29559733411315105932008-07-04T00:34:00.002+01:002008-07-04T00:38:56.614+01:00That’s it<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SG1i-hLZOcI/AAAAAAAAAII/yHcngYfsG-A/s1600-h/eu-1999.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218936369389844930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SG1i-hLZOcI/AAAAAAAAAII/yHcngYfsG-A/s320/eu-1999.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />Há muita humidade nas minhas insónias.</div><div><br /></div>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-82456326754385557822008-07-03T04:37:00.002+01:002008-07-03T04:37:29.703+01:00Coisas que me deixam nhonhinhas – IV“Há uma loja que se chama ‘era isto mesmo que eu queria’...”<br /><br />papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-84422750451187069062008-07-03T04:29:00.002+01:002008-07-03T04:30:52.132+01:00Transparência<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGxHzHYGzCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8mBY77VTsz0/s1600-h/berenika5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218625011694619682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGxHzHYGzCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8mBY77VTsz0/s320/berenika5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Aqui estou,<br />assim o digo repetidamente<br />nestas noites líquidas<br />neste silêncio que se esgueira<br />por dentro de um torpor estrangeiro<br />que me torna irreconhecível,<br />com asas de papel queimado<br />sem força para sobrevoar as hortênsias,<br />os jardins que sobem até ti.</div><div><br /></div><div><em>- Foto de Berenika</em></div><div><br /></div>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-57638918639590642392008-07-03T04:25:00.002+01:002008-07-03T04:29:09.876+01:00Inverno<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGxHYomXnUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eU8RWk7zYfg/s1600-h/aps3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218624556756344130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGxHYomXnUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eU8RWk7zYfg/s320/aps3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>O desequilíbrio do vento<br />e um desvio roxo por dentro da água<br />nesta morada tão interior<br />portal de elementos com sal puro<br />a espremer a célula, a retina, o sangue sem ti.</div><div><br /></div>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-53275019700262531212008-07-03T04:21:00.001+01:002008-07-03T04:24:15.986+01:00Crepitação<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGxGQ_RhFGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TPxX_pUFiGw/s1600-h/Aira+Manna6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218623325892318306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGxGQ_RhFGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TPxX_pUFiGw/s320/Aira+Manna6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Eu sei que o amor pode ser exdrúsculo.<br />Um compêndio de impressões digitais no corpo.<br /><br />É que a geometria do beijo<br />tem curvas que não cansam<br /><br />e eu páro diante da palavra que é o teu nome<br />como um soldado em sentido na linguagem do tempo<br />da saudade, do estremecimento.</div><div><br /></div><div><em>- Foto de Aira Manna</em></div><div><br /></div>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-49440923625964095522008-06-29T22:03:00.004+01:002008-07-27T01:31:43.022+01:00Despair and hope<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGf48zNFfFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p12ecZEqc-k/s1600-h/Another_sleepless_nightt_by_philhormonic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217412416752942162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGf48zNFfFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p12ecZEqc-k/s320/Another_sleepless_nightt_by_philhormonic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"There is no despair so absolute as that<br />which comes with the first moments<br />of our first great sorrow,<br />when we have not yet known<br />what it is to have suffered and healed,<br />to have despaired<br />and have recovered hope."<br /><br />(George Eliot)<br /><br /><br /><em>- Foto de Phillormonic</em><br /><em><br /></em>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-46765118087237966952008-06-29T05:39:00.004+01:002008-06-29T22:08:16.404+01:00Porque o silêncio é macio<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGcSTIx-XoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7TW5BQTNOC0/s1600-h/pedro+moreira5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217158813315915394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGcSTIx-XoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7TW5BQTNOC0/s320/pedro+moreira5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Nesta noite de silêncios<br />neste silêncio, neste vagar<br />habitam-me tantos pensamentos<br />tantos abismos, tantos ideais<br /><br />e as horas vão morrendo<br />na cadência dos ponteiros<br />na inquietude da luz que ferve<br />sobre a minha pele, sobre a tua mudez.<br /><br /><br /><em>- Foto de Pedro Moreira</em><br /><br />papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-27342138477454465162008-06-28T03:26:00.000+01:002008-06-28T03:27:03.470+01:00É fim-de-semanamais um parapeito de saudade<br />a lamber-nos os dedos.<br /><br />E os olhos, os nossos olhos virados<br />para um céu que nos roubou amores<br />e uma réstea de vida<br />enquanto<br />distraídos<br />poisávamos palavras sem cuidado.<br /><br />papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-91805881532324977772008-06-26T04:04:00.003+01:002008-06-26T04:08:12.409+01:00Dream<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGMH1eW-dDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NtLVyhL1pIA/s1600-h/ana+franco26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216021408689058866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGMH1eW-dDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NtLVyhL1pIA/s320/ana+franco26.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Dá-me um estatuto de salvaguarda,<br />um dia que amanheça violeta.<br /><br />E belisca-me se eu não acreditar.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><em>- Foto de Ana Franco</em></div><div><br /></div>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-16813975108338474212008-06-26T02:59:00.004+01:002008-06-26T04:09:11.623+01:00How could I sleep well?<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGL4kjuwUYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FKwg-_Z8RdI/s1600-h/ana+franco10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216004625398780290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SGL4kjuwUYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FKwg-_Z8RdI/s320/ana+franco10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Os meus olhos são poeira cósmica<br />a dar corpo à diagonalidade.<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>- Foto de Ana Franco</em><br /><em><br /></em>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-14217833474757233322008-06-23T00:29:00.002+01:002008-06-23T00:31:21.450+01:00Futuro<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SF7gpjGkqRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i2ZGHPDxwBM/s1600-h/1304.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214852422943680786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SF7gpjGkqRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i2ZGHPDxwBM/s320/1304.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Desta vez com mais alegria na ponta da voz.<br />Abraçada a ti como um cais de embarque.<br /><br />Eu quero.</div><div><br /></div>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-34067640086959859112008-06-21T05:38:00.002+01:002008-06-21T05:39:33.323+01:00Acesa<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SFyF9Ja_F3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/uKmA3wGC4sY/s1600-h/doll2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214189754135811954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SFyF9Ja_F3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/uKmA3wGC4sY/s320/doll2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Neste desacerto de mãos<br />procuro a contraluz da nossa água<br />nestes meus dedos<br />que queimam<br />a luz da noite<br />no corpo que descodificaste.</div><div><br /></div>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-88704551445901818302008-06-15T04:50:00.001+01:002008-06-15T04:53:17.024+01:00Hold me<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SFSR_JEISKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zkRuuqK7qhI/s1600-h/m(n)m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SFSR_JEISKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zkRuuqK7qhI/s320/m(n)m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211951182725531810" /></a><br /><br /><br />Tenho catalogado o teu eco na minha voz <br />como uma vida na ponta da língua<br /><br />a morder o ar que me rodeia<br />tão carne, tão paixão, tão plenitude.<br /><br /><br><br /><em>- Foto de M(n)M</em><br /><br>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-59084158364219048462008-06-14T04:40:00.000+01:002008-06-14T04:45:39.187+01:00Coisas que me deixam nhonhinhas – III<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SFM-x1VAYeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w9RFW6qxgSo/s1600-h/honey5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SFM-x1VAYeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w9RFW6qxgSo/s320/honey5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211578219647492578" /></a><br /><br /><br />"A criancice até te fica bem : )"<br /><br><br /><em>- Foto de Honey</em><br /><br>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-25668142410748489072008-06-14T04:35:00.002+01:002008-06-14T04:38:18.597+01:00So beautiful...<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SFM87nPCxfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HMcXMJhd8Qs/s1600-h/Aira+Manna2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SFM87nPCxfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HMcXMJhd8Qs/s320/Aira+Manna2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211576188639823346" /></a><br /><br /><br />O amor não é um sentimento. É uma capacidade.<br /><br><br /><em>(Em ‘O amor e a vida real’)</em><br /><br>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-78504052088374105272008-06-10T06:48:00.000+01:002008-06-10T07:54:55.555+01:00Coisas que me deixam nhonhinhas - II<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SE4j_xBeACI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UuoyZgk6odE/s1600-h/agatha+katzensprung3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SE4j_xBeACI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UuoyZgk6odE/s320/agatha+katzensprung3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210141397312471074" /></a><br /><br /><br />:so<br /><bR><br /><em>- Foto de Agatha Katzensprung</em><br><br /><br>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-30037382852207303432008-06-10T06:45:00.000+01:002008-06-10T07:54:40.171+01:00Apetece-me<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SE4jYkNXCyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hkxwjjYASTo/s1600-h/3wish400.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SE4jYkNXCyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hkxwjjYASTo/s320/3wish400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210140723857787682" /></a><br /><br /><br />Andar por aí, tingida de cerejas.<br /><br /><br><br /><em>- Foto de Loreta Lux</em><br /><br>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-10834343110639224422008-06-10T04:18:00.004+01:002008-06-10T07:53:11.220+01:00So broad, so tight<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SE3y6OcxJhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pVbMwMP-_MU/s1600-h/Waiting%20300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210087426062624274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SE3y6OcxJhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pVbMwMP-_MU/s320/Waiting%2520300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Um anfiteatro no crepúsculo do meu coração.<br />Era quanto bastava para conheceres os cantos à casa.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><br /><em>- Foto de Loreta Lux</em><br /><br>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-70348501405594794772008-06-10T03:48:00.010+01:002008-06-10T07:48:41.170+01:00Acontece que um dia será dia<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SE3r2WnfDJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EgEKctnw0R4/s1600-h/saMY.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210079662954187922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SE3r2WnfDJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EgEKctnw0R4/s320/saMY.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">O que me comove é a fragilidade das palavras<br />quando as dispo à noite, por dentro da minha voz.<br /><br />O que me aconteceu foi que mergulhei<br />na atracção pelo indizível.<br />Mas um dia pode ser dia de dizer toda a verdade.<br />Gritá-la sem camuflagem diurna.<br />Expô-la como a uma obra de arte.<br /><br />E as palavras serão inteiras.<br />E a voz terá um timbre azul,<br />mesmo que não haja céu nem asas,<br />mesmo que não haja uma ponte para o beijo.<br /><br /><br /><em>- Foto de saMY</em></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><br /><br>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-49634818279418242802008-06-02T22:33:00.002+01:002008-06-10T04:27:03.186+01:00Coisas que me deixam nhonhinhas – I<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SERnYB2SmEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/P6ml_kLuUX0/s1600-h/simple+smile.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SERnYB2SmEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/P6ml_kLuUX0/s320/simple+smile.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207400731657803842" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Ou sou só eu que tenho outra voz tua : )"<br /><br>papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-56627086151526661092008-05-20T04:29:00.002+01:002008-06-26T04:10:11.772+01:00Do sol que vi nascer esta noite<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SDJFzVWYw0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dDv9L2VvWpg/s1600-h/cp-praia-cores.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202297267773031234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SDJFzVWYw0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dDv9L2VvWpg/s320/cp-praia-cores.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Eras tu empoleirado no amarelo.<br /><br />papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611662356018430182.post-25177620175268209282008-05-20T03:08:00.003+01:002008-06-26T04:10:48.054+01:00Good news<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SDJCp1WYwzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TizBy5Oswrs/s1600-h/graca+loureiro+novas3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202293806029390642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wN_wQA4ERiU/SDJCp1WYwzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TizBy5Oswrs/s400/graca+loureiro+novas3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Numa varanda de alecrim poisaram hoje os meus olhos.<br />Lágrimas felizes. Aos molhos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>- Foto de Graça Loureiro</em><br /><br />papoila na luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328883280864369383noreply@blogger.com0