tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66666462024-03-13T16:23:54.948+00:00Vegetais & Tabus© Cátia SimãoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.comBlogger2128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-81590039992068615032012-12-21T13:39:00.002+00:002012-12-21T13:39:49.319+00:00Desejos de um blog ausente<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-60629970638276927462012-12-17T13:35:00.000+00:002012-12-21T13:37:00.953+00:00A fechar o ano <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-78326444410417315472012-10-19T19:17:00.002+01:002012-10-19T19:33:09.378+01:00Confissão de trintona avançada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Todos que me conhecem acham sempre que meu já pai faleceu ou está noutro país ou se calhar não existiu. Na verdade, meu pai foi a figura familiar mais ausente em toda a minha existência, conseguiu fazer o impossível, destruir toda a inocência e bondade daquele que se chama amor incondicional. Ele está vivo e bem vivo, sempre esteve e na capital. Só não tinha tempo para despender a quem tinha perfilhado anteriomente. O dito "paí", arrasou-me desde muito pequenina, primeiro aos 5 anos de idade, depois aos 14 mais tarde aos 18 e por fim aos 24 anos, isto para que se entenda que houve tentativas de aproximação. Hoje, com 38 anos, percebo que nunca tive um telefonema de parabéns, um "Olá filha, como estás?" ou um agrado em forma de presente, uma surpresa. Nunca. Até podem pensar, se calhar o senhor passava dificuldades. Pois, não era ou é o caso. O Senhor em Questão sempre teve dinheiro, cacarejo, pilim e muito, juntamente com um coração recheado de cobardia. Lembro-me em pequena, vivia em dificuldades com a minha mãe e irmã com um simples ordenado (era dinheiro contado, nunca faltou nada essencial) meu progenitor apresentava-se em casa onde de vivia de Porsche com uma ladainha que não tinha dinheiro para mandar cantar um cego e por isso não podia ajudar nas despesas. Hoje em dia, dono de um dos mais prestigiados colégios de Palmela, continua a viver em dificuldades sérias. É notável, saber que durante a minha vida toda nunca pude contar com os seus préstimos, carinho ou amizade. Nem sequer da sua família conheci e muito menos do seu cuidar monetário, esse abuso tributado.<br />
Este desabafo, apenas serve de pensamento: O meu pai, na realidade foi o meu avô materno, Jordão. Figura que me ensinou a perdoar constantemente os erros consecutivos do meu pai e que achava que um dia ele iria reconciliar justamente com a filha dando um futuro desafogado às netas. Não aconteceu, Avô Jordão. Tudo que tenho foi conquistado a pulso e com o suar de dificuldades sem qualquer tipo de apoio ou cunha paternal. Sinto-me bem por ter feito, mas sei que podia estar a ganhar 7.000 euros mensais se engolisse a alma e prostituísse o meu orgulho ligando ao meu pai e mentisse: dizendo que ele estaria perdoado por todo o mal que fez a esta rapariga e toda a mágoa que causou. Não há capacidade para tal, mas queria deixar bem claro para todos que possam ler isto, até mesmo ele, independente de que possam julgar infelizmente ainda uso o seu nome, Simão. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-2177385599260948152012-04-14T13:36:00.000+01:002012-04-30T13:37:43.064+01:00A festa vai continuar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0Lisboa, Portugal38.706932 -9.135632138.607805 -9.2935606000000011 38.806059000000005 -8.9777036tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-9115346823404320132012-03-15T12:54:00.000+00:002012-03-15T12:54:13.127+00:00Já falei da nova festa, já? Já?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-79761913526310895802012-01-11T12:39:00.000+00:002012-01-11T12:39:22.386+00:00Espacialmente para divertir<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0Lisboa, Portugal38.706932 -9.135632138.607805 -9.2935606000000011 38.806059000000005 -8.9777036tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-16730743405103877812012-01-07T12:35:00.000+00:002012-01-11T12:36:46.204+00:00Olha quem vai para a rua de novo?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0Lisboa, Portugal38.706932 -9.135632138.607805 -9.2935606000000011 38.806059000000005 -8.9777036tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-89180194356594987342011-12-12T19:06:00.005+00:002011-12-12T19:07:33.939+00:00Querido Pai Natal estou à tua espera no alpendre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Em contagem.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-34382138496079632072011-11-07T15:54:00.003+00:002011-11-07T15:58:52.937+00:00Já há data de estreia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Recuperar a alegria de outrora e convidar os portugueses a dançar a eternidade numa noite. Com a alegria libertina dos anos 20, a libertação social dos anos 50 e a liberdade sexual dos anos 70. </span><br />
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A festa Coquette Burlette vai chegar.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0Lisboa, Portugal38.706932 -9.135632138.607805 -9.2935606000000011 38.806059000000005 -8.9777036tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-49932756056235148782011-10-07T12:33:00.001+01:002011-11-07T15:57:15.041+00:00Há uma nova rapariga na cidade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">High Tease perfomace Bastet & The Burlettes, VJ vintage Miguel Somsen, DJ Cátia Simão Charlston, Swing anos 30/40, Rockn'roll anos 50/60, Electro-swing, Rockabilly e Disco</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-72611736931420917242011-07-01T12:08:00.000+01:002011-07-04T12:09:50.151+01:00Logo à noite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZFz4Bj0r51IBpb1lslbufWHfoQtWAxgjh_gCyb4tHCnoNmSSXfMjaVU-OwqQwIAYj9RPnQAHKVixv-Os8CESe1hSexngYSO9osUvOpMh1CEK4GgwEfkXWSlLsUdRXtjwHvNL/s1600/cartaz_final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZFz4Bj0r51IBpb1lslbufWHfoQtWAxgjh_gCyb4tHCnoNmSSXfMjaVU-OwqQwIAYj9RPnQAHKVixv-Os8CESe1hSexngYSO9osUvOpMh1CEK4GgwEfkXWSlLsUdRXtjwHvNL/s400/cartaz_final.jpg" width="283" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0Lisbon, Portugal38.706931999999988 -9.135632100000066238.654692999999988 -9.2054631000000668 38.759170999999988 -9.0658011000000656tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-25663716324079180662011-05-26T16:45:00.001+01:002011-05-26T16:45:26.551+01:00Está quase<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUoHEpu3ElKwFUcLjpOEtO60ezJfMCvA0KlSGnmtYFDTXY0yo4p_DRxNENxL-Gen_hEM-s1MSMI6NcdWcz3WAYTzPCte0Vc2UJqA7-4Mdbl3uXPCMcHWJHf5ywgzBePHqKs9k/s1600/CARTAZ-BORDEL-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUoHEpu3ElKwFUcLjpOEtO60ezJfMCvA0KlSGnmtYFDTXY0yo4p_DRxNENxL-Gen_hEM-s1MSMI6NcdWcz3WAYTzPCte0Vc2UJqA7-4Mdbl3uXPCMcHWJHf5ywgzBePHqKs9k/s400/CARTAZ-BORDEL-3.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-5823675118799557222011-05-09T12:08:00.001+01:002011-05-09T12:09:28.091+01:00Pormenor que me faz feliz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKbWwBnWmknUm_sFjEy0sg68enl40J1csxd_mBWhXF5G4BMcg-RIx8P8013ybh3Q1x2dJUUXQgHi-E48OeguQZXg4EIoxEefaSFKyr_e9MQfxuW_OBW55FLEDczsUW00dJCo9/s1600/Balloons_1_contrast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKbWwBnWmknUm_sFjEy0sg68enl40J1csxd_mBWhXF5G4BMcg-RIx8P8013ybh3Q1x2dJUUXQgHi-E48OeguQZXg4EIoxEefaSFKyr_e9MQfxuW_OBW55FLEDczsUW00dJCo9/s320/Balloons_1_contrast.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Nunca fui garota de receber muitos presentes de outros, em miúda balões eram escassos para estas bandas, mas era o presente ideal e imprescindível, lembro da adrenalina e da felicidade de sentir-me especial... Isso e brincar com as bolas de sabão na rua alheia. Transportava-me para a alegria suprema.<br />
Ainda hoje sonho com um cavalheiro a comprar um balão para passear comigo, ou se calhar apenas passear no meio de bolas de sabão.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-23347488787300971052011-05-07T14:13:00.003+01:002011-05-09T14:15:09.344+01:00Saudades de te (re)ouvir em repeat ao toque de uma tónica<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/osP05cpJKNM" width="425"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-49142301934202162852011-05-05T10:16:00.001+01:002011-05-09T14:17:55.927+01:00Arrumado na arrecadação, num caixote de cartão, aguardando ser (re)ouvido um dia.<iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e8yx4k4tzqE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-30024594471688415952011-04-29T11:58:00.001+01:002011-05-09T11:59:38.445+01:00Logo à noite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPLxQFdMdtqarfeuy5crhKaCB2K8JEnHXUvXAknj2Va-_P8dP0ywRwG6njuJGy4JBwvNyk2bgD-FNnxLp0Ne3TN1j3oDB9vUKJMtBLRbq6Xupyx-H1ciLbE1V_js0cg7Xv8rT/s1600/218366_156668807730441_150751911655464_380493_1201859_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPLxQFdMdtqarfeuy5crhKaCB2K8JEnHXUvXAknj2Va-_P8dP0ywRwG6njuJGy4JBwvNyk2bgD-FNnxLp0Ne3TN1j3oDB9vUKJMtBLRbq6Xupyx-H1ciLbE1V_js0cg7Xv8rT/s400/218366_156668807730441_150751911655464_380493_1201859_o.jpg" width="283" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-16807942468813093352011-04-02T23:00:00.001+01:002011-04-14T20:09:31.521+01:00A festa das festas, uma noite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqb4OSeL7gecOJpTOaQsJWNubliOf_VPVFdmPj8AF8Re3IzvMRlogJTpXaOfbbxLD0_AgwkXtcRPpzOUdvCod2XjyqU3kDwQ17VzrxP6TdGYnmPbbK1nANlTZA06-PDM5SIeji/s1600/205005_1900665832841_1127544501_32236040_3008161_o+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqb4OSeL7gecOJpTOaQsJWNubliOf_VPVFdmPj8AF8Re3IzvMRlogJTpXaOfbbxLD0_AgwkXtcRPpzOUdvCod2XjyqU3kDwQ17VzrxP6TdGYnmPbbK1nANlTZA06-PDM5SIeji/s400/205005_1900665832841_1127544501_32236040_3008161_o+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0Lisbon, Portugal38.7070538 -9.135488399999985638.6548148 -9.2053193999999863 38.7592928 -9.065657399999985tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-50639478817940450332011-02-08T17:22:00.000+00:002011-02-08T17:22:27.299+00:00Em vez de vida macaca<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWu0nalmZ2XXsTGSJyHqxAL7QA9ZB754pM93G5iC_407ZDsMcI3xj3AkSQZj_O1lrhdiE3gHpJSl5y8JCKt57JAnvrVs2jCw-zb5wdmJC35cK68rJWThMHK44VmBmCXa0SZEz/s1600/jogo+da+macaca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWu0nalmZ2XXsTGSJyHqxAL7QA9ZB754pM93G5iC_407ZDsMcI3xj3AkSQZj_O1lrhdiE3gHpJSl5y8JCKt57JAnvrVs2jCw-zb5wdmJC35cK68rJWThMHK44VmBmCXa0SZEz/s400/jogo+da+macaca.jpg" width="343" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Podemos ter a vida à lá macaca?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-1131906277617288682011-01-29T18:19:00.000+00:002011-11-07T16:17:20.932+00:00Análise(s)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5987/371/1600/retrorectangle.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5987/371/200/retrorectangle.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">"Pensamos demasiadamente,<br />Sentimos muito pouco.<br />Necessitamos mais de humildade, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">Que de máquinas.<br />Mais de bondade e ternura,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">Que de inteligência.<br />Sem isso,<br />A vida se tornará violenta e<br />Tudo se perderá."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><strong>Charles Chaplin</strong></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-29813917909892655532011-01-29T16:19:00.000+00:002011-11-07T16:22:25.028+00:00Sem comentários pelo estado em que se encontra este blog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-21926383072991843632011-01-21T11:25:00.000+00:002011-01-21T11:25:15.328+00:00Emociona-se com lamechiches internauticas<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fJVsBcx2Nhc" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="440"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-1493423135630064102011-01-13T11:58:00.001+00:002011-01-13T12:01:34.722+00:00Gente da minha terra<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidC0QRE3z02duP8GLoOJrka72FosTbEep0WVsQ85n_m1OUYvoc9Fry4pVD1x7cDMBaVo9s4sOAzpWQJcOE7pOW9qwlNVv3WkCRYKGowOCWiUXqIkCXeEeUqZVmSpd2C36LMpD5/s1600/ad+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidC0QRE3z02duP8GLoOJrka72FosTbEep0WVsQ85n_m1OUYvoc9Fry4pVD1x7cDMBaVo9s4sOAzpWQJcOE7pOW9qwlNVv3WkCRYKGowOCWiUXqIkCXeEeUqZVmSpd2C36LMpD5/s640/ad+042.jpg" width="452" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Informo à comunidade e equipas de rugby que vou ao saldos mexer em potenciais aquisições. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Estou em terapia de choque com cheque, cartão e algumas moedas!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0Lisboa, Portugal38.7070538 -9.135488438.5730973 -9.3689479 38.841010299999994 -8.9020289tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-3236608191189524982010-12-30T18:26:00.002+00:002010-12-30T18:26:12.339+00:00Votos de cara lavada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLb1YWWoMcBRDAx8QXGcVhm4dkxKlPtlcaZDRpcxrZCxCFX3-yIiEaCITVmfGXolEMxDDUx9XpEFxaBEomwUnWBXZHSzR0QMxmTNysjdCcSFnUpyko5FHAJwYHFwbZWscbLcPH/s1600/vintage-happy-new-year.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLb1YWWoMcBRDAx8QXGcVhm4dkxKlPtlcaZDRpcxrZCxCFX3-yIiEaCITVmfGXolEMxDDUx9XpEFxaBEomwUnWBXZHSzR0QMxmTNysjdCcSFnUpyko5FHAJwYHFwbZWscbLcPH/s320/vintage-happy-new-year.gif" width="320" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666646.post-17873094543875585512010-12-17T14:11:00.002+00:002010-12-17T14:11:49.894+00:00Já tem o CD a tocar em loop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6p_soyZqLicK4md4iDdxMAumGhDX3PBGKkbqZ4v5ADIdHFGe-yA_F1sp_fUqP8fih4Pnr3NB0xsVYR1yAZ9JStCg0KnzQXG5-dr0chnHt0kaZggYKY1Xhi87L8EHMBdvw0BQb/s1600/spector-xmas-album-500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6p_soyZqLicK4md4iDdxMAumGhDX3PBGKkbqZ4v5ADIdHFGe-yA_F1sp_fUqP8fih4Pnr3NB0xsVYR1yAZ9JStCg0KnzQXG5-dr0chnHt0kaZggYKY1Xhi87L8EHMBdvw0BQb/s320/spector-xmas-album-500.jpg" width="318" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539774454444530541noreply@blogger.com0