tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69757584170232577412024-03-14T07:44:04.652+00:00One Shot, One Moment"Pequeno" espaço para partilhar a minha "pequena" colecção de fotos e mais qualquer "pequena" coisa que me apeteça...
Nota: click nas fotos para ampliarBruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-57489199551976881422009-08-19T21:56:00.000+01:002009-08-19T22:00:18.505+01:00"Stranded in this spooky town,<br />Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down<br />Snow is crackling cold,<br />She took my heart, I think she took my soul<br /><br />With the moon I run,<br />Far from the carnage of the fiery sun<br />Drivin' by the strangle of vain<br />Showin' no mercy I'll do it again<br /><br />Open up your eyes<br />You keep on crying, baby I'll bleed you dry<br />Skies are beneath me<br />I see a storm bubbling up from the sea<br /><br />And it's coming closer<br /><br />You sh-sh-shock my bones,<br />Leavin' me stranded all in love on my own<br />What do you think of me?<br />Where am I now, baby where do I sleep?<br />Feels so good when I'm home<br />2000 years of chasing takin' it's toll<br /><br />And it's coming closer"Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-73458177550768426522009-06-29T01:42:00.003+01:002009-06-29T01:57:06.762+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SkgOstVVN9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/MfjYEH8rqPk/s1600-h/DSC02753.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352544318375933906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SkgOstVVN9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/MfjYEH8rqPk/s400/DSC02753.JPG" border="0" /></a>"Do you hear me,</div><div align="center">I'm talking to you</div><div align="center">Across the water </div><div align="center">across the deep blue ocean</div><div align="center">Under the open sky </div><div align="center">oh my, baby I'm trying</div><div align="center">--</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Boy I hear you in my dreams</div><div align="center">I feel your whisper across the sea</div><div align="center">I keep you with me in my heart</div><div align="center">You make it easier when life gets hard</div><div align="center">--</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend</div><div align="center">Lucky to have been where I have been</div><div align="center">Lucky to be coming home again</div><div align="center">--</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Oooohhhhoohhhhohh</div><div align="center">ooohhooohhooohoooh</div><div align="center">--</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">They don't know how long it takes</div><div align="center">Waiting for a love like this</div><div align="center">Every time we say goodbye</div><div align="center">I wish we had one more kiss</div><div align="center">I'll wait for you I promise you, I will</div><div align="center">--</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend</div><div align="center">Lucky to have been where I have been</div><div align="center">Lucky to be coming home again</div><div align="center">I'm lucky we're in love in every way</div><div align="center">Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed</div><div align="center">Lucky to be coming home someday</div><div align="center">--</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And so I'm sailing through the sea</div><div align="center">To an island where we'll meet</div><div align="center">You'll hear the music, fell the air</div><div align="center">I'll put a flower in your hair</div><div align="center">--</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Though the breezes through trees </div><div align="center">Move so pretty you're all I see</div><div align="center">As the world keeps spinning round</div><div align="center">You hold me right here right now</div><div align="center">--</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend</div><div align="center">Lucky to have been where I have been</div><div align="center">Lucky to be coming home again</div><div align="center">I'm lucky we're in love in every way</div><div align="center">Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed</div><div align="center">Lucky to be coming home someday"<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-69123391181518742782009-06-29T01:38:00.001+01:002009-06-29T01:42:07.356+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SkgNazR3PZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/37_9p0emBcg/s1600-h/DSC02786.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352542911222726034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SkgNazR3PZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/37_9p0emBcg/s400/DSC02786.JPG" border="0" /></a> "metade já está...." :)<br /><br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-85864520697471533742009-04-23T23:52:00.000+01:002009-04-23T23:59:29.930+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SfDyaIjfCuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IESznZGWAlw/s1600-h/IMAG0577.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328024889966136034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SfDyaIjfCuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IESznZGWAlw/s400/IMAG0577.jpg" border="0" /></a>"enquanto não há... amanhã...... ilumina-me....... ilumina-me....."<br /><br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-84510278137523060702009-04-02T00:29:00.002+01:002009-04-02T00:47:59.696+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SdP6Amc7UNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/k0l8cgWXbHc/s1600-h/IMAG0500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319870473083506898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SdP6Amc7UNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/k0l8cgWXbHc/s400/IMAG0500.jpg" border="0" /></a> "What is love but the strangest of feelings?<br />A sin you swallow for the rest of your life?<br />You've been looking for someone to believe in<br />To love you, until your eyes run dry</div><div align="center">..<br />She lives on disillusion road<br />We go where the wild blood flows<br />On our bodies we share the same scar<br />Love me, wherever you are</div><div align="center">..<br />How do you love with fate full of rust?<br />How do you turn what the savage take?<br />You've been looking for someone you can trust<br />To love you, again and again</div><div align="center">..<br />How do you love in a house without feelings?<br />How do you turn what that savage take?<br />I've been looking for someone to believe in<br />Love me, again and again</div><div align="center">..<br />She lives by disillusions close<br />We go where the wild blood flows<br />On our bodies, we share the same scar<br />How do you love on a night without feelings?<br />..</div><div align="center">She says "love, I hear sound, I see fury"<br />She says "love's not a hostile condition"<br />Love me, wherever you are<br />Love me, wherever you are</div><div align="center">..<br />Love me, wherever you are<br />Wherever you are"</div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-60394573742780189092009-03-28T01:36:00.000+00:002009-03-28T01:50:39.730+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/Sc2ADWa5D9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UMxKQ0BAcQo/s1600-h/IMAG0428.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318047530040758226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/Sc2ADWa5D9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UMxKQ0BAcQo/s400/IMAG0428.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Someone swears his true love</div><div align="center">Until the end of time"</div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-3893768553134089002009-03-28T01:14:00.001+00:002009-03-28T01:35:44.828+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/Sc16g4pflDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/owRPKysTLU0/s1600-h/IMAG0422.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318041440375247922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/Sc16g4pflDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/owRPKysTLU0/s400/IMAG0422.jpg" border="0" /></a>"The sky was bruised</div><div align="center">The wine was bled</div><div align="center">And there you led me on"</div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-88739171898150989602009-03-28T00:57:00.001+00:002009-03-28T01:09:20.489+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/Sc12sR__GxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sVzDcIil9ng/s1600-h/IMAG0388.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318037238112525074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/Sc12sR__GxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sVzDcIil9ng/s400/IMAG0388.jpg" border="0" /></a> "if god has a master plan, that only he understands, I hope it's your eyes he's seein' through"<br /><br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-56935444444179184622009-03-28T00:50:00.000+00:002009-03-28T00:56:19.825+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/Sc11WCxEhMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/r2nAf85OhYU/s1600-h/IMAG0400.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318035756554683586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/Sc11WCxEhMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/r2nAf85OhYU/s400/IMAG0400.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> paitin' the sun....<br /></em><br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-75164664842215464802009-02-22T23:38:00.002+00:002009-02-22T23:48:10.608+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SaHiroHYjVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7cPFSa-kjIk/s1600-h/IMAG0287.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305771075149794642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SaHiroHYjVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7cPFSa-kjIk/s400/IMAG0287.jpg" border="0" /></a> "I want somebody to share</div><div align="center">share the rest of my life</div><div align="center">share my innermost thought</div><div align="center">sknow my intimate details</div><div align="center">someone who'll stand by my side</div><div align="center">and give me support</div><div align="center">and in return</div><div align="center">she'll get my support</div><div align="center">she will listen to me</div><div align="center">when I want to speak</div><div align="center">about the world we live in</div><div align="center">and life in general</div><div align="center">though my views may be wrong</div><div align="center">they may even be perverted</div><div align="center">she'll hear me out</div><div align="center">and won't easily be converted</div><div align="center">to my way of thinking</div><div align="center">in fact she'll often disagree</div><div align="center">but at the end of it all</div><div align="center">she will understand me"</div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-51291961493508559282009-02-22T02:53:00.002+00:002009-02-22T02:58:11.117+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SaC-m9yRWjI/AAAAAAAAAII/6-tweTQEo3w/s1600-h/IMAG0325.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305449937672165938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SaC-m9yRWjI/AAAAAAAAAII/6-tweTQEo3w/s400/IMAG0325.jpg" border="0" /></a> "I'll never be a saint</div><div align="center">That's not a picture that your memory paints</div><div align="center">Not renowned for my patience</div><div align="center">I'm not renowned for my restraint</div><div align="center">But you're always around</div><div align="center">You can always be found</div><div align="center">To pick me up when I'm on the ground"</div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-24472507527446838512009-02-18T22:59:00.001+00:002009-02-18T23:04:40.508+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZyTrG1P5vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NKeaclWK6Yw/s1600-h/IMAG0242.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304276829913212658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZyTrG1P5vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NKeaclWK6Yw/s400/IMAG0242.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Got a picture of a glorious day</div><div align="center">A sunny afternoon, somewhere with a view</div><div align="center">And I don't care what its all about</div><div align="center">As long as I'm with you"</div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-6987748654952349972009-02-18T22:41:00.001+00:002009-02-18T22:59:05.732+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZyPNOirWUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/S5DeA79zzwk/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304271918540216642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZyPNOirWUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/S5DeA79zzwk/s400/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Well had I known or I'd been shown back when I longed you'd take me</div><div align="center">To break the charge that brought me home and all that won't erase me"<br /><br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-64233869312366321762009-02-15T23:07:00.002+00:002009-02-16T01:22:05.940+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZimWBQpuzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TvFU3t9RT08/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303171458454371122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZimWBQpuzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TvFU3t9RT08/s400/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /></a> "I'm gonna take my time</div><div align="center">I have all the time in the world</div><div align="center">To make you mine</div><div align="center">It is written in the stars above</div><div align="center">The gods decree</div><div align="center">You'll be right here by my side</div><div align="center">Right next to me</div><div align="center">You can run but you cannot hide"</div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-2506917003914999452009-02-15T23:03:00.001+00:002009-02-15T23:07:09.686+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZifuAKDPOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bsaN4DyLFL8/s1600-h/IMAG0290.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303164173893713122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZifuAKDPOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bsaN4DyLFL8/s400/IMAG0290.jpg" border="0" /></a> "There'll be times</div><div align="center">When my crimes</div><div align="center">Will seem almost unforgivable</div><div align="center">I give in to sin</div><div align="center">Because you have to make this life livable</div><div align="center">But when you think I've had enough</div><div align="center">From your sea of love</div><div align="center">I'll take more than another riverful</div><div align="center">And I'll make it all worthwhile</div><div align="center">I'll make your heart smile"<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-65631597324478761512009-02-15T22:54:00.002+00:002009-02-15T23:01:56.038+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZid6_MVM1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RL7S1Pos5OY/s1600-h/IMAG0291.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303162197949887314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZid6_MVM1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RL7S1Pos5OY/s400/IMAG0291.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Vows are spoken</div><div align="center">To be broken</div><div align="center">Feelings are intense</div><div align="center">Words are trivial</div><div align="center">Pleasures remain</div><div align="center">So does the pain</div><div align="center">Words are meaningless</div><div align="center">And forgettable"<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-43009566833256995602009-02-10T01:53:00.003+00:002009-02-10T02:16:10.575+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZDhsySK8vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ux5lXYwOXTc/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300984920943555314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZDhsySK8vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ux5lXYwOXTc/s400/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /></a>... we are just one among many others tryin' to make it...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZDfVD9mwtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kAaIIYnmMrQ/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-15874144390204450262009-02-10T01:38:00.001+00:002009-02-10T01:52:39.357+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZDdgwPUANI/AAAAAAAAAHI/F872Ez-ehjs/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300980316189753554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZDdgwPUANI/AAAAAAAAAHI/F872Ez-ehjs/s400/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" /></a>... time passes trough time...<br /><br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-42685543463182431062009-02-10T01:19:00.003+00:002009-02-10T01:36:01.223+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZDWkj386xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kFMCOaHfK5A/s1600-h/IMAG0278.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300972685008628498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SZDWkj386xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kFMCOaHfK5A/s400/IMAG0278.jpg" border="0" /></a> "I find the map and draw a straight line </div><div align="center">Over rivers, farms, and state lines </div><div align="center">The distance from me to where you'd be </div><div align="center">It's only finger-lengths that I see </div><div align="center">I touch the place where I'd find your face </div><div align="center">My finger in creases of distant dark places </div><div align="center">I hang my coat up in the first bar </div><div align="center">There is no peace that I've felt so far </div><div align="center">The laughter penetrates my silence </div><div align="center">As drunken men find flaws in science</div><div align="center">..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Their words mostly noises </div><div align="center">Ghosts with just voices </div><div align="center">Your words in my memory </div><div align="center">Are like music to me</div><div align="center">.. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm miles from where you are, </div><div align="center">I lay down on the cold ground and </div><div align="center">II pray that something picks me up </div><div align="center">And sets me down in your warm arms </div><div align="center">..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">After I have travelled so far </div><div align="center">We'd set the fire to the third bar </div><div align="center">We'd share each other like an island </div><div align="center">Until exhausted, close our eyelids </div><div align="center">And dreaming, pick up from </div><div align="center">The last place we left off </div><div align="center">Your soft skin is weeping </div><div align="center">A joy you can't keep it</div><div align="center">.. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm miles from where you are, </div><div align="center">I lay down on the cold ground and </div><div align="center">II pray that something picks me up </div><div align="center">And sets me down in your warm arms </div><div align="center">..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm miles from where you are, </div><div align="center">I lay down on the cold ground and </div><div align="center">II pray that something picks me up </div><div align="center">And sets me down in your warm arms" </div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-86813102849959000532009-01-27T23:42:00.000+00:002009-01-27T23:45:52.913+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SX-cfCkkA6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kvD5WPkCm0M/s1600-h/IMAG0244.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296123743891096482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SX-cfCkkA6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kvD5WPkCm0M/s400/IMAG0244.jpg" border="0" /></a> A day to remember....<br /><div align="center"></div></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-28755805978079026972009-01-27T23:34:00.001+00:002009-01-27T23:41:59.821+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SX-abhfXjSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/H8F4xQo5yKA/s1600-h/IMAG0254.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296121484448075042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SX-abhfXjSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/H8F4xQo5yKA/s400/IMAG0254.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Can you stop the time?" she said....<br /><br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-65103617447352229542009-01-27T23:25:00.002+00:002009-01-27T23:33:49.427+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SX-YfOf_QaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2ZIGm1je4nw/s1600-h/IMAG0220.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296119349046624674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SX-YfOf_QaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2ZIGm1je4nw/s400/IMAG0220.jpg" border="0" /></a> ....road to death...<br /><br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-64608081064568110802009-01-27T23:18:00.002+00:002009-01-27T23:25:33.877+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SX-Wm9XJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pBb3Y1Ic2As/s1600-h/IMAG0273.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296117282861866322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oezCoLM2kNo/SX-Wm9XJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pBb3Y1Ic2As/s400/IMAG0273.jpg" border="0" /></a> Existem melhores fotos deste dia, deste local..... muito melhores.... mas como nao foram tiradas por mim..... fica esta :)<br /></div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-33616489218618875952009-01-12T02:04:00.001+00:002009-01-12T02:06:42.747+00:00"I don't wanna be adored<br />Don't wanna be first in line<br />Or make myself heard<br /><br />I'd like to bring a little light<br />To shine a light on your life<br />To make you feel loved<br />No, don't wanna be the only one you know<br />I wanna be the place you call home<br /><br />I lay myself down<br />To make it so, but you don't want to know<br />I give much more<br />Than I'd ever ask for<br /><br />Will you see me in the end<br />Or is it just a waste of time<br />Trying to be your friend<br />Just shine, shine, shine<br />Shine a little light<br />Shine a light on my life<br />Warm me up again<br /><br />Fool, I wonder if you know yourself at all<br />You know that it could be so simple<br /><br />I lay myself down<br />To make it so, but you don't want to know<br />You take much more<br />Than I'd ever ask for<br /><br />Say a word or two to brighten my day<br />Do you think that you could see your way<br />To lay yourself down<br />And make it so, but you don't want to know<br />You take much more<br />Than I'd ever ask for"Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975758417023257741.post-16303152909177381982009-01-10T02:28:00.002+00:002009-01-10T02:39:56.386+00:00Quem quer viver para sempre....<br /><br />Quem quer viver para sempre<br />se não há esperança<br />esperança de mudança.<br />As cartas estão escritas<br />mas sem intenções de serem enviadas<br />Se pelo menos, dissesses o meu nome,<br />ou o escrevesses no teu chão - o meu céu.<br />Atrás da porta, há de certeza<br />paz. De que serve, se não te alcanço!<br />E nos teus olhos vi o conforto<br />de nós os dois, seguindo-te no teu infinito,<br />e nunca me vi dentro de ti.<br />Fecha os olhos, eu guio-te, consegues sentir?<br />È fácil, se tentares,<br />imagina que vives só para hoje,<br />e toda a gente vive atormentada.<br />Para quê viver para sempre,<br />se nem por um dia eu te tive!<br />Com calma. Com sentido. Contigo<br />eu nunca me vi dentro de ti.<br /><br /><div align="left">BFAN</div>Bruno Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502400970829084843noreply@blogger.com0