tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14685979459366174772024-03-14T02:48:05.895-07:00Das cenas que vi,[essas foram as que mais gostei!]Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-14468700748171369742011-07-28T12:31:00.000-07:002011-07-28T12:45:31.505-07:00Agora sei porque choram.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajphjxfpu3pEZ8JbgnqoO1Dc09g9BUs5ES1X7ep_1a-Hr6DOfnLRYq2s47MI2AuxnnD3GW084Ag6F38-pWb03UbF56O6ak4tde3_m0WHilaaS5b4cgXLHSd0gyZ2mGHW-2j7ES3pUyEQS/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajphjxfpu3pEZ8JbgnqoO1Dc09g9BUs5ES1X7ep_1a-Hr6DOfnLRYq2s47MI2AuxnnD3GW084Ag6F38-pWb03UbF56O6ak4tde3_m0WHilaaS5b4cgXLHSd0gyZ2mGHW-2j7ES3pUyEQS/s320/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634490923716985042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />"Agora sei por que choram."</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">O Exerminador do Futuro 2: O Julgamento final (Terminator 2: Judgment Day)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-39808425404526769462011-07-17T15:50:00.000-07:002011-07-17T15:56:49.819-07:00Senão, o aquário ficará vazio para sempre.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68cGjyuGHR13b0FAf39_qvrbHUvqZayIJewvjuRcQ6OUepVsb1uWlLozfCySKkS2K2m2WZ455GRN1L5HRds9jbD5g5-VxgclGCs0tydS2kMb6YzTnIzgnDIfxQKPyBHtWNd5fYuWd9x6e/s1600/harry-potter-slughorn-03g.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68cGjyuGHR13b0FAf39_qvrbHUvqZayIJewvjuRcQ6OUepVsb1uWlLozfCySKkS2K2m2WZ455GRN1L5HRds9jbD5g5-VxgclGCs0tydS2kMb6YzTnIzgnDIfxQKPyBHtWNd5fYuWd9x6e/s320/harry-potter-slughorn-03g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630458167747602722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Professor Slughorn:</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> Uma vez tive um peixe, Francis, gostava muito dele. Uma noite desci as escadas e ele tinha sumido. (...) Foi uma aluna que me deu Francis. Numa tarde de primavera, encontrei um aquário em minha mesa. Com apenas alguns centímetros de água. Boiando na superfície, havia uma pétala. Enquanto eu olhava, ela afundou. Pouco antes de atingir o fundo, ela se transformou... Em um peixinho. Foi uma magia linda. Maravilhosa de se ver. A pétala de flor tinha vindo da Lílian. Sua mãe. O dia em que desci a escada... O dia em que o aquário ficou vazio, foi o dia que sua mãe... Sei por que está aqui. Mas não posso te ajudar. Isso me arruinaria.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Harry Potter:</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> O senhor sabe por que sobrevivi, professor? (...) Por causa dela. Porque ela se sacrificou. Porque ela se recusou a se omitir. Porque o amor dela era mais poderoso do que Voldemort (...). Vou lhe contar uma coisa. (...) Só eu posso matar Voldemort, mas para fazer isso, preciso saber o que Tom Riddle perguntou para o senhor na sua sala anos atrás. E o que disse a ele. Seja corajoso, professor. Corajoso como a minha mãe. Senão, a desonrará. Senão, ela morreu por nada. Senão, o aquário ficará vazio para sempre.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Harry Potter e o Enigma do Príncipe (Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-13296913324677087852011-07-06T08:27:00.000-07:002011-07-06T08:42:33.175-07:00Então, eu terei de lhe criar asas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCyuWV2EUsdUyJRVGO9rys21f9Qant7MguhwnNPTu3DGUIOizSf39q3UsQ35kpzdbqC5vaalKSLQRDkjz8A5vPTIftXuBH_f8ywz5TdLqX7smDurISj4FmjpTEA3x9yxPM9vdsOx96qzV/s1600/ever_after-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCyuWV2EUsdUyJRVGO9rys21f9Qant7MguhwnNPTu3DGUIOizSf39q3UsQ35kpzdbqC5vaalKSLQRDkjz8A5vPTIftXuBH_f8ywz5TdLqX7smDurISj4FmjpTEA3x9yxPM9vdsOx96qzV/s320/ever_after-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626265137529118498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Danielle:</span> Um pássaro pode amar a um peixe, signore, mas aonde viveriam?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonardo da Vinci:</span> Então, eu terei de lhe criar asas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" >Ever After: A Cinderella Story (Para Sempre Cinderela<span style="font-style: italic;">)</span></span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-61357273926120538392011-07-04T09:22:00.000-07:002011-07-04T09:30:34.318-07:00Lembra-se do gosto do morango?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomzDVvv7PkJKeUlUgM0ng4p0c1Kj4SaLZSiwTMnYqLBOfEB4Q-J7crWVYAGVkBvxp8uVAio5gxpmAmfYBMjYJHjAJXrSpgwYeuxtGJNG0BP8WhbYcFOwtsliin051qY7vwW691dD0LrUx/s1600/imagem.bmp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomzDVvv7PkJKeUlUgM0ng4p0c1Kj4SaLZSiwTMnYqLBOfEB4Q-J7crWVYAGVkBvxp8uVAio5gxpmAmfYBMjYJHjAJXrSpgwYeuxtGJNG0BP8WhbYcFOwtsliin051qY7vwW691dD0LrUx/s320/imagem.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625534897856565154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:courier new;" >Sam:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Lembra-se do Condado, Sr. Frodo? Logo chegará a primavera. E os pomares florescerão. E os pássaros farão seus ninhos na aveleira. E semearão a cevada de verão nos campos baixos. E comerão os primeiros morangos com creme. Lembra-se do gosto do morango?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:courier new;" >Frodo:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Não, Sam. Não consigo me lembrar do gosto da comida, nem do som da água, nem da sensação de tocar a grama. Estou despido nas trevas. Não há nada. Nenhum véu entre mim e a roda de fogo. Posso vê-lo nitidamente.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:courier new;" >Sam: </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Então, vamos nos livrar dele, de uma vez por todas. Vamos, sr. Frodo. Não posso carregá-lo pelo senhor, mas eu posso carregar o senhor. Vamos!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">O Senhor dos Anéis: O Retorno do Rei (The Lord of the Ring - The retorn of the king)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-46128632027849445572011-05-18T20:33:00.000-07:002011-05-18T20:37:40.493-07:00Você pula, eu pulo, lembra?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDGRfj6h0sQ9UvUJ9asZlRTEa1nT7-IIGORChNu5xHbZZI_qsVEQLGN9iJOsWZADZ3ochJNNDqQt1FBGDrpNk3Vq4J3OPcoAB_OV70YGsoVSiHtaC3BnSHBwTqDLDVmVpbI8Eh1E9BFst/s1600/titanic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDGRfj6h0sQ9UvUJ9asZlRTEa1nT7-IIGORChNu5xHbZZI_qsVEQLGN9iJOsWZADZ3ochJNNDqQt1FBGDrpNk3Vq4J3OPcoAB_OV70YGsoVSiHtaC3BnSHBwTqDLDVmVpbI8Eh1E9BFst/s320/titanic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608266215241460562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rose:</span> Você pula, eu pulo, lembra?</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Titanic</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-26386427286273948192011-05-08T12:17:00.000-07:002011-05-08T12:23:11.734-07:00Estando sozinho, você não chega a ser uma ameaça<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sdIFaeoTkocbwSh6hRYeRlvMIfwCapBxGH8Vtxnsmili6nx6h0AABc2v9QHrNSTvnG9aGwlFYsbiHpg2ZQea_BaNUK7u4m5ZDDLk7zyJyyoByYxz_cOsAYvqeTY_l5pzfrXKnivkNb2a/s1600/harry+potter+luna.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sdIFaeoTkocbwSh6hRYeRlvMIfwCapBxGH8Vtxnsmili6nx6h0AABc2v9QHrNSTvnG9aGwlFYsbiHpg2ZQea_BaNUK7u4m5ZDDLk7zyJyyoByYxz_cOsAYvqeTY_l5pzfrXKnivkNb2a/s320/harry+potter+luna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604427376754620194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luna:</span> Ora, se eu fosse Você-Sabe-Quem, ia querer que você se isolasse de todos, porque, estando sozinho, você não chega a ser uma ameaça.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Harry Potter e a Ordem da Fênix (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-91555724516511559992011-05-08T12:04:00.000-07:002011-05-08T12:13:14.858-07:00Deve entender isso, ou não vai me levar a sério.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOH4zHeP1xVa8rKpBs6a-NFaaOytI8QLGSSfyJUSaDTJ_mNMRqj03xrzPQxsGlBjHiGYXtnsXn3_vloRyQfoLjz59fqvIlxVqcfbfvTfsVDfPxkz1qpVcbXqTnEdTWBiOsws3Z5zGA4NKF/s1600/but+i+have+my+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOH4zHeP1xVa8rKpBs6a-NFaaOytI8QLGSSfyJUSaDTJ_mNMRqj03xrzPQxsGlBjHiGYXtnsXn3_vloRyQfoLjz59fqvIlxVqcfbfvTfsVDfPxkz1qpVcbXqTnEdTWBiOsws3Z5zGA4NKF/s320/but+i+have+my+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604425233510540274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Father Flynn:</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> Não tem o direito de agir por conta própria! A senhora fez votos, um deles é de obidiência. Deve responder a nós. Não tem o direito de me investigar sem a permissão da igreja.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Sister Aloysius Beauvier: </span><span style="font-family: courier new;">Eu o farei se for necessário, mesmo que me expulsem por isso! Farei o que for preciso, mesmo que vá para o inferno. Deve entender isso, ou não vai me levar a sério.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Dúvida (Doubt)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-83992875281415447282011-04-26T17:50:00.001-07:002011-04-26T17:53:40.554-07:00Eu perdi uma irmã<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNAvmGORJ28rpwJonmmNgezFjV3pMcoAb3adwmE6v3T2_Npovt4ergVWG5g2JRRmVklIXXz-eb9oCJqEGjnovMHE6bSRwFHigeLMTJraQ2gE7wxeLBCngE48z1DE8diXLCwgwZZjoWFhI/s1600/harry+potter.bmp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNAvmGORJ28rpwJonmmNgezFjV3pMcoAb3adwmE6v3T2_Npovt4ergVWG5g2JRRmVklIXXz-eb9oCJqEGjnovMHE6bSRwFHigeLMTJraQ2gE7wxeLBCngE48z1DE8diXLCwgwZZjoWFhI/s320/harry+potter.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600059419006027794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Petúnia:</span> Eu vivi nessa casa por 20 anos. E agora, em uma única noite eu sou obrigada a deixá-la.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Harry:</span> Eles vão torturar vocês. Se eles pensarem por um segundo que vocês sabem onde eu estou, eles não vão parar por nada.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Petúnia:</span> Acha que não sei do que eles são capazes? Você não foi o único a perder alguém naquela noite em Godric's Hollow, sabe? Eu perdi uma irmã.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Harry Potter e as relíquias da morte part 1 - cenas deletadas (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1 - deleted scenes)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-36976091257138463192011-04-15T14:56:00.000-07:002011-04-15T15:04:00.696-07:00Se você não descobrir um meio, ninguém descobrirá<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBX1gexa0c1N2vz31rXdSOZ2v2O4CM4OAwZUt4f3iPYhyphenhyphenqf4Lbzl7PiHXG98MPgnetOlqVtx2akwnZ-1PLQijXnOq2k9CULjV1TelQWA8BKf33egj4TXeVrxqryEtLcW7XrzyZNUw2yLqs/s1600/o+senhor+dos+an%25C3%25A9is.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBX1gexa0c1N2vz31rXdSOZ2v2O4CM4OAwZUt4f3iPYhyphenhyphenqf4Lbzl7PiHXG98MPgnetOlqVtx2akwnZ-1PLQijXnOq2k9CULjV1TelQWA8BKf33egj4TXeVrxqryEtLcW7XrzyZNUw2yLqs/s320/o+senhor+dos+an%25C3%25A9is.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595933479803481170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Galadriel</span></span><span style="font-family: courier new;">: "Essa tarefa foi designada a você, Frodo do Condado. Se você não descobrir um meio, ninguém descobrirá".</span><br /></div><div face="courier new" style="text-align: center; "><br /><div style="text-align: left;">§<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">O Senhor dos Anéis: O Retorno do Rei (The Lord of the Ring - The retorn of the king)<br /><br /></span></div></div>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-81302391782492733232011-04-10T13:00:00.000-07:002011-04-15T14:46:14.703-07:00Desejo-lhes muitas borboletas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmy-QvyljVT_cJgXDc4PNSR4EV5mCe6gNFZF0IZ-gGtBNiMvE0BDFMP9qNb8pQ1oHtzRvtOZxZZYvBeuoRZ_8hgb_h86epx8xWi8oPKwC1T7OCf9b3LQr_gNl4ekb2WGcm0Jqla14uhUB7/s1600/imagem.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmy-QvyljVT_cJgXDc4PNSR4EV5mCe6gNFZF0IZ-gGtBNiMvE0BDFMP9qNb8pQ1oHtzRvtOZxZZYvBeuoRZ_8hgb_h86epx8xWi8oPKwC1T7OCf9b3LQr_gNl4ekb2WGcm0Jqla14uhUB7/s320/imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594047448368731490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;">"Para Théophile, Céleste e Hortense.<br />Desejo-lhes muitas borboletas."<br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">O escafandro e a borboleta (Le Scaphandre et le Papillon)<br /><br /></span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-46329740423357156662011-03-07T09:35:00.000-08:002011-03-07T09:37:53.860-08:00Canos!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDSsgmwq-OHWY8Z7zh-Ubjp6iW6oCkdg4ETFBephyLjztdlclOoqBN4CUfrG6X5LMxAsIjjFez4iD5S8ACeUS-llMbOF8irABgQD537A3yNQxm1T5mFuWZ84-jJ36hosmmmqRTNWWfl0f/s1600/harry+potter+canos2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDSsgmwq-OHWY8Z7zh-Ubjp6iW6oCkdg4ETFBephyLjztdlclOoqBN4CUfrG6X5LMxAsIjjFez4iD5S8ACeUS-llMbOF8irABgQD537A3yNQxm1T5mFuWZ84-jJ36hosmmmqRTNWWfl0f/s320/harry+potter+canos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581393154510754722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Canos!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Harry Potter e a câmara secreta (Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets) </span><br /></div></div>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-23123553663041120762011-03-06T08:17:00.000-08:002011-03-06T08:31:03.272-08:00But I have my certainty!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUqRE0vTGRxdMJAfjCvQM2v6PY2JPpDZCY0ulMLtXPOsBIjnEc39Eu9xznHbQdOx6XupW0i5FNsIPon5EVCGL5CDGSJ3aHUAzi2nDt5aJn-onkYIJ30xYChtg1WGXvPCgm1gwR-uze7gT/s1600/but+i+have+my+certainty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUqRE0vTGRxdMJAfjCvQM2v6PY2JPpDZCY0ulMLtXPOsBIjnEc39Eu9xznHbQdOx6XupW0i5FNsIPon5EVCGL5CDGSJ3aHUAzi2nDt5aJn-onkYIJ30xYChtg1WGXvPCgm1gwR-uze7gT/s320/but+i+have+my+certainty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581004965195469938" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Father Flynn:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> You haven't the slightest proof of anything.</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Sister Aloysius Beauvier:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> But I have my certainty!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">§</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Dúvida (Doubt)</span></div>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-46814158675149981352011-03-02T11:15:00.000-08:002011-03-02T11:16:50.567-08:00Quer subir numa árvore, Thomas J.?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cdbdVXaMaBwj8g_j9qGAQRmoVNgJJeE7HrTKhoN3uJSXxq1duQr5oFcrFS8suy4rc_UWWl06bpHOtZRLbcdqea32Tv5yE0Wah6pblrduSoh_7XvzTaqv5aR6lKW7T1e1ZYFifBw6bWe0/s1600/blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cdbdVXaMaBwj8g_j9qGAQRmoVNgJJeE7HrTKhoN3uJSXxq1duQr5oFcrFS8suy4rc_UWWl06bpHOtZRLbcdqea32Tv5yE0Wah6pblrduSoh_7XvzTaqv5aR6lKW7T1e1ZYFifBw6bWe0/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579563578959385122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vada:</span> Quer subir numa árvore, Thomas J.?</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Está com o rosto ferido!</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">E os óculos dele? Ele não enxerga sem os óculos!</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">(...)</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Ele ia ser acrobata!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">My Girl (Meu primeiro amor)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-74280040306847181572011-02-28T14:45:00.000-08:002011-02-28T16:07:14.616-08:00Eu tinha tanto medo de lhe perder de vez<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDlSS6AEThPTLKqMg-9dSp42-3YXE6ohGhXdrEVlahh-xvJpeT1cLThnfcNUUvIE9baTTrH6zLUxeSuTgnGPogeNfcSNGFnuZtso61NbqLffizhtWwZEOxkkTv4BAQEP3am8CAGjx3uFg/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDlSS6AEThPTLKqMg-9dSp42-3YXE6ohGhXdrEVlahh-xvJpeT1cLThnfcNUUvIE9baTTrH6zLUxeSuTgnGPogeNfcSNGFnuZtso61NbqLffizhtWwZEOxkkTv4BAQEP3am8CAGjx3uFg/s320/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578875306332172162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Eurico:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> A gente sempre pensa que vai poder esticar a vida mais um bocadinho.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Dora:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Por mais que eu goste de viver, eu sempre me perguntei se eu queria que me vida se espichasse além da sua. Agora eu sei! Eu num ia aguentar ver você morrer. Eu quero morrer primeiro, Eurico!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Eurico:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Dora, por que que você me traiu esse tempo todo?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Dora:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Acho que foi por isso mesmo, trair você era lhe matar um pouquinho dentro do meu coração. Eu tinha tanto medo de lhe perder de vez, que eu ia tentando lhe perder aos pouquinhos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">O Auto da Compadecida</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-30631055650397562232011-02-26T08:14:00.000-08:002011-02-26T08:18:37.309-08:00My name is Alice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GHnxoFQ8OwuI3hRmFhyphenhyphenfdcAfLAJaR3IuQepLRfxgw_ej3vTGEzFYYXR0zT3W4v3ScH5wIJguzTMJMlymkwuA4-W_lCGALfwhkkvBEj9Fnn56HhTkI_aMgfCt9q-eVtfS3Vl1soQUAsQc/s1600/residente+evil.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GHnxoFQ8OwuI3hRmFhyphenhyphenfdcAfLAJaR3IuQepLRfxgw_ej3vTGEzFYYXR0zT3W4v3ScH5wIJguzTMJMlymkwuA4-W_lCGALfwhkkvBEj9Fnn56HhTkI_aMgfCt9q-eVtfS3Vl1soQUAsQc/s320/residente+evil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578032971106378626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">My name is Alice, and I remember everything!</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Resident Evil (Resident Evil - O hóspide maldito)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-46398139086593377282011-02-25T17:55:00.000-08:002011-02-25T17:58:41.191-08:00Noventa porcento de ser pai, é só estar lá!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHThedOdwPV10EAiUN-Nust9teMZIXsLaPhkwxmdJvy931UpHyUGB1UAInWFDrORgWV6Gtw5e8f9e3UYlzrhP4sSeewp-dY9UsmEOo2I_ssNA0aeXUtg7alr-YYygZLOzJOW4HAYRDtYHD/s1600/mf.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHThedOdwPV10EAiUN-Nust9teMZIXsLaPhkwxmdJvy931UpHyUGB1UAInWFDrORgWV6Gtw5e8f9e3UYlzrhP4sSeewp-dY9UsmEOo2I_ssNA0aeXUtg7alr-YYygZLOzJOW4HAYRDtYHD/s320/mf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577811456671219234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Jay:</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> Qual o segredo para ser um bom pai?</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">(...)</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">O segredo para ser um bom pai...</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Olha, às vezes as coisas saem como você quer. Às vezes, não.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Você tem que segurar as pontas.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Porque quando tudo já for dito e feito, noventa porcento de ser pai, é só estar lá!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Modern Family S01E02 - The Bicycle Thief</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-13302501210039720742011-02-23T16:46:00.000-08:002011-02-23T16:55:00.594-08:00Four million dollars?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3ZnJ20a_-8TQJKjdPN2ifIAVmk8rjalaT7myNFOQ3l8D3Inl4CG-4k6JV91zjVlVF28ibK33M8UDnt0r_XDeAEe_fEMDE4LO3tki5-evHsYzBm9H0SF0p_sL3LQggMfxjEvQmJj-e2Ex/s1600/fourmilliondollars.bmp.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3ZnJ20a_-8TQJKjdPN2ifIAVmk8rjalaT7myNFOQ3l8D3Inl4CG-4k6JV91zjVlVF28ibK33M8UDnt0r_XDeAEe_fEMDE4LO3tki5-evHsYzBm9H0SF0p_sL3LQggMfxjEvQmJj-e2Ex/s320/fourmilliondollars.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577052568373081762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;">Four million dollars?<br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ghost (Ghost - Do outro lado da vida)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-54521815722647718772011-02-20T15:21:00.001-08:002011-02-20T15:26:02.556-08:00Não se ama Rayn Ou'Reily por opção<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlCyqOtGmXU89h2aNDNOLfYFzGdAQcnhGP680iGpl4mXDFFgSSD8di8amUqBE7yyTGpeMZNFGVwS-P7jODUav0lH564DaPVBjWfHarm5Wbfk338fTJoFWjj6COz6oUKEQzvBL1g-kwJ4p/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.bmp.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlCyqOtGmXU89h2aNDNOLfYFzGdAQcnhGP680iGpl4mXDFFgSSD8di8amUqBE7yyTGpeMZNFGVwS-P7jODUav0lH564DaPVBjWfHarm5Wbfk338fTJoFWjj6COz6oUKEQzvBL1g-kwJ4p/s320/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575915977042676754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Glória:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Rayn, você contou-lhe algo sobre o que aconteceu entre você e eu, Cyril e meu marido Keenan?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Rayn:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Não. Ela perguntou-me isso, mas...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Glória:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Não acha que deveria?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Rayn:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Por que? Do que serveria se soubesse?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Glória:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Não pode lhe apresentar só o aspecto de filho bom.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Rayn:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Olhe, Glória, estou em Oz. Não acredito que minha mãe me considere candidato à santidade.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Glória: </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Se quer ter uma verdadeira relação com ela, tem que lhe dizer toda a verdade.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Rayn:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Não posso dizer-lhe.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Glória:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Por que não?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Rayn:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Porque então ela deixará de me amar.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Glória:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Eu acredito que não. Em minha experiência, não se ama Rayn Ou'Reily por opção.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Oz S05E04 - Next Stop: Valhalla</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-17905467008323149752011-02-19T16:36:00.000-08:002011-03-03T10:13:44.187-08:00Me senti perfeita!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgwlpT3VyCuoslOe7QnetBb8lnzd9BSOoajLii60qYtLRgOfFHTNg-KwDelgDQcAhI-nU2dYwZSyaXJcQZZm7WYwdXROBAYAgCvhO-v05PBaGyW5K3JIp6PkL19aXcqZMfy0cIL8lB4YE/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.bmp.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgwlpT3VyCuoslOe7QnetBb8lnzd9BSOoajLii60qYtLRgOfFHTNg-KwDelgDQcAhI-nU2dYwZSyaXJcQZZm7WYwdXROBAYAgCvhO-v05PBaGyW5K3JIp6PkL19aXcqZMfy0cIL8lB4YE/s320/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575564881261714674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Nina:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Eu senti...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Thomas:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> O quê?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Nina:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Me senti perfeita!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Eu fui perfeita!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDaLzoPNZd_jhjfVtGMZFTrfMhlauhPeXtyoMACH971nsr_lwCJ_05W_MSIzdaTc0gPfSSjs_twIFQ5SqTBbIUXxT-jowDn8UAdHTzavqzgiEGTSWjPAB4CIQ3F6B588DxoObsEqKFFis0/s1600/pblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDaLzoPNZd_jhjfVtGMZFTrfMhlauhPeXtyoMACH971nsr_lwCJ_05W_MSIzdaTc0gPfSSjs_twIFQ5SqTBbIUXxT-jowDn8UAdHTzavqzgiEGTSWjPAB4CIQ3F6B588DxoObsEqKFFis0/s320/pblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918449627899618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Cisne Negro (Black Swan)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-18675303065415392042011-02-18T04:12:00.000-08:002011-02-18T04:17:51.820-08:00Estávamos prestes a ter nossos corações partidos<a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpek0cUVF8RDKt8Hqaxiu8TD8KpwPH8PFbCS5zCeAJ3lEJP0h569CYaQYg0kJfXjxwBQAHaWKPDw62ysUui31g5hEH_cleBinBWFLg_O9FF-X8o1OcQVpoIbCJONWYyv4a9FDclnl7kHb/s1600/bradfasd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpek0cUVF8RDKt8Hqaxiu8TD8KpwPH8PFbCS5zCeAJ3lEJP0h569CYaQYg0kJfXjxwBQAHaWKPDw62ysUui31g5hEH_cleBinBWFLg_O9FF-X8o1OcQVpoIbCJONWYyv4a9FDclnl7kHb/s320/bradfasd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575001796005320930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Robert:</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> Então como, depois de tudo o que passamos, quando finalmente somos escolhidos por uma mulher inteligente e talentosa, e mais do que qualquer coisa que pudéssemos esperar em uma mãe biológica, você escolhe ir lá e confrontar a decisão dela?</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjIVWdVQ3pf6DrLcoWqPIhrpgtjOKyXy5lEX81f-Iatls51OL9FDuHUH6ZajWM0H5uWKVC8fUt9yeFttFsteYlu50xwzcmWOa19IFL5rjpIhjIc0b_WE60ZhXz5lMWmVrm_dgWLe-PenvI/s1600/bas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjIVWdVQ3pf6DrLcoWqPIhrpgtjOKyXy5lEX81f-Iatls51OL9FDuHUH6ZajWM0H5uWKVC8fUt9yeFttFsteYlu50xwzcmWOa19IFL5rjpIhjIc0b_WE60ZhXz5lMWmVrm_dgWLe-PenvI/s320/bas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575001794672169730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Kitty:</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> Porque estávamos prestes a ter nossos corações partidos.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Robert:</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> Bem, se você não está pronta pra ter seu coração partido, você não está pronta pra ser mãe.</span><br /><br />§<br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Brothers and Sisters S03E07 - Do you believe in magic?<br /><br /></span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-51172648678707701482011-02-15T02:00:00.000-08:002011-02-15T02:11:16.499-08:00You in danger girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4JlTVeROuOyk9yPtpVuh6A50_zJsYRxQnGS6fq1TmEIR7nRX9g0EE91UPYFy7zHn5lu4VWMSO9WIjZM9JQ853ifmujhgHUwselD7XSu8f5jQ7VuUX8aKR7x7qfr6emi9_hhgdHID9E8c/s1600/ghost.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4JlTVeROuOyk9yPtpVuh6A50_zJsYRxQnGS6fq1TmEIR7nRX9g0EE91UPYFy7zHn5lu4VWMSO9WIjZM9JQ853ifmujhgHUwselD7XSu8f5jQ7VuUX8aKR7x7qfr6emi9_hhgdHID9E8c/s320/ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573854444199339666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Molly, you in danger girl.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ghost (Ghost - Do outro lado da vida)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-75344220747176718392011-02-14T04:18:00.000-08:002011-02-26T04:23:39.884-08:00Por favor, apenas tome café comigo<a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FwiqeEaY_ep9gaXhYtq2euznQ7ra8JCFPjOmNB8Ghd3ynksw58KaYabXBjTnciiIreUVBWayy4OVPi5COxHApA-Zr_wFnO1X2keg0CsDkGJJiuYNTGnGIecGlqXesbYyDqTPJ7oBB90E/s1600/imagem2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FwiqeEaY_ep9gaXhYtq2euznQ7ra8JCFPjOmNB8Ghd3ynksw58KaYabXBjTnciiIreUVBWayy4OVPi5COxHApA-Zr_wFnO1X2keg0CsDkGJJiuYNTGnGIecGlqXesbYyDqTPJ7oBB90E/s320/imagem2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577972027799255426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Jack:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Kate! Você não pode partir. Não entre nesse avião.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Kate:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Jack?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Jack:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Por favor, apenas tome aquele café comigo. É tudo o que eu peço. Tenho certeza que há outro vôo para Paris esta noite.(...)Nós temos uma casa em Jersey.Temos dois filhos. Annie e Josh.Annie não toca muito bem violino, mas ela se esforça bastante.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ela é um pouco precoce, mas só porque ela diz tudo o que pensa.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E quando ela sorri...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E o Josh, ele tem os seus olhos.Ele não fala muito, mas nós sabemos o quanto é esperto.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ele sempre está de olhos bem abertos, sabe, ele sempre fica nos observando.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Às vezes, só de olhar para ele, dá para perceber que... ele está aprendendo alguma coisa nova.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">É como presenciar um milagre.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIFzeJGz2Bw8FTEX75QeMO67LeRWiT7dgeBRjY-jLuLJqftbAaAKCEZ40nUnt9KPTCE0Ut22vI0MFq80SNCQlVNnZdvkqy7wZhv5Bu5XQqOywzCjL-UfToPRizZmionTEU-tYO033fDXl/s1600/imagem.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIFzeJGz2Bw8FTEX75QeMO67LeRWiT7dgeBRjY-jLuLJqftbAaAKCEZ40nUnt9KPTCE0Ut22vI0MFq80SNCQlVNnZdvkqy7wZhv5Bu5XQqOywzCjL-UfToPRizZmionTEU-tYO033fDXl/s320/imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577972023617598994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br />Jack: </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">A casa é minúscula, mas é nossa. Só mais 122 pagamentos, e ela será toda nossa.E você é uma advogada que trabalha sem fins lucrativos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Isso mesmo. Você não recebe salário. Mas isso não te incomoda.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E nós somos apaixonados.Depois de 13 anos de casamento, nós somos incrivelmente apaixonados.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Você não me deixa nem te tocar se eu não me declarar.Eu canto para você.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Não é sempre, mas em ocasiões especiais, sim.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E nós... nós conseguimos lidar com as surpresas e fizemos muitos sacrifícios, mas nós continuamos juntos. Viu, você é uma pessoa melhor que eu, e estar ao seu lado me fez uma pessoa melhor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Eu não sei. Talvez tenha sido apenas um sonho.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Talvez eu tenha ido dormir numa noite solitária de dezembro e tenha imaginado tudo isso, mas... Eu juro, nunca senti algo tão real.E se você pegar este avião agora, irá desaparecer para sempre.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Eu sei que nós dois poderíamos tocar nossas vidas, e estaríamos bem.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Mas eu enxerguei o que poderíamos ser juntos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E eu escolho nós.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMph0cHT0L_nc4K2V91xa5u0PpB8vxtX5sqPToT0G2JC0hZKXq4XZNPLSR9-iPjxvtoA0lNFDl-IhnKQ84m7ULvErd4k9nWFxMtA5knpubPeca3y9s-R4WYiBmV_K_d6WVIpopESfJc_xd/s1600/imagem.bmp.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMph0cHT0L_nc4K2V91xa5u0PpB8vxtX5sqPToT0G2JC0hZKXq4XZNPLSR9-iPjxvtoA0lNFDl-IhnKQ84m7ULvErd4k9nWFxMtA5knpubPeca3y9s-R4WYiBmV_K_d6WVIpopESfJc_xd/s320/imagem.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577972024567118642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Jack: </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Por favor, Kate. Uma xícara de café. Você sempre poderá ir a Paris.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Só... por favor, não esta noite.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Um homem de família (The family man)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-69321819578721518152011-02-14T04:05:00.000-08:002011-02-14T04:06:48.985-08:00So am I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdwaHTRhgQAb0gQKNnQ7KzphgJrDdwpegI2-FhQaMb39OI64_sjUUMbc1zCwbEgtsnjxjkDP4TGPbJwsnjr211qkvNnjFGsuZlMG6UJWpiiehHqzB1-Lcti5UePNOjUqgKiydNq-pM8J_/s1600/s.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdwaHTRhgQAb0gQKNnQ7KzphgJrDdwpegI2-FhQaMb39OI64_sjUUMbc1zCwbEgtsnjxjkDP4TGPbJwsnjr211qkvNnjFGsuZlMG6UJWpiiehHqzB1-Lcti5UePNOjUqgKiydNq-pM8J_/s320/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573515381000336626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Paul:</span> "I'm straight, you know,"</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kim:</span> "So am I."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">§</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Uma garota diferente (Different for girls)</span>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-11717163855037506932011-02-12T04:27:00.000-08:002011-02-12T04:38:05.264-08:00A dúvida pode ser um elo forte e duradouro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mcZIjscZugSyHiy1l4Mua2HtVagUeqpAHiSDi7OJeRCFIbgh1iDXpxEfR-tq6ucl9mD70BnPAUODPIlnuGXjKT7MkxcYejUBuH-rv8I1pwcYnZElAeAQsufY7WYr96Hc7Ntac3tAsOAC/s1600/asffdfs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mcZIjscZugSyHiy1l4Mua2HtVagUeqpAHiSDi7OJeRCFIbgh1iDXpxEfR-tq6ucl9mD70BnPAUODPIlnuGXjKT7MkxcYejUBuH-rv8I1pwcYnZElAeAQsufY7WYr96Hc7Ntac3tAsOAC/s320/asffdfs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572781358564902834" /></a><br /><b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Padre Flynn:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> "E quero dizer-lhes: a dúvida pode ser um elo tão forte e duradouro quanto a certeza".</span></span></div></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">§</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Dúvida (Doubt)</span></div>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468597945936617477.post-60216217639189843652011-02-05T14:32:00.000-08:002011-02-06T07:05:28.084-08:00Meu melhor amigo ficou com a melhor mulher<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLX8Zv5bi56F0c2l-iV5PB0nWklhQvP4UdxaZDyggv12ZkXqQICIZBZ8uYEuo6Sb3oFdYZ_cizvdFdx0LlABpW3q1RWiyipr8GYlDmmLd4A43v1dDHl96TYdJi27wg9D6WX-nPQ8cTfrt/s1600/camento.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLX8Zv5bi56F0c2l-iV5PB0nWklhQvP4UdxaZDyggv12ZkXqQICIZBZ8uYEuo6Sb3oFdYZ_cizvdFdx0LlABpW3q1RWiyipr8GYlDmmLd4A43v1dDHl96TYdJi27wg9D6WX-nPQ8cTfrt/s320/camento.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570592174802620978" /></a><br /><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Julianne:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> Tive um sonho estranho.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Sonhei que uma psicopata tentava separar vocês.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Por sorte eu acordei e vi que o mundo é como deve ser, porque o meu melhor amigo ficou com a melhor mulher.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Eu não trouxe presente, no entanto vou emprestar esta até que vocês tenham a sua música.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJJpkPWKsX9TJsDF4G3ILyyQIA_N9lEGiEBFUW8yHz2fqYaJYL14y_HC32TbWNR5GiHMht66RWMWdz5qchjQH3z4xEVpdSETkUHR5T7beqP0Yc-RiY5_U_nzJld3iEc8OIbx0a5v92qXl/s1600/casamento.bmp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJJpkPWKsX9TJsDF4G3ILyyQIA_N9lEGiEBFUW8yHz2fqYaJYL14y_HC32TbWNR5GiHMht66RWMWdz5qchjQH3z4xEVpdSETkUHR5T7beqP0Yc-RiY5_U_nzJld3iEc8OIbx0a5v92qXl/s320/casamento.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570592166291945858" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">§</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">O casamento do meu melhor amigo (My best friend's wedding)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span><div><br /></div></div></div>Jamerson Izaque Widllerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08702435075432077535noreply@blogger.com1