tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954588894675928362009-11-05T08:44:32.440-08:00"...com tatuagens e brincos a doce Helena sempre pequena, sorria pra mim..." (Pipa Cavalcanti)Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-27849111678879647822009-11-05T08:36:00.000-08:002009-11-05T08:44:32.454-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SvMA3t_evoI/AAAAAAAAB58/kJdU38XXMEY/s1600-h/sun-and-love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SvMA3t_evoI/AAAAAAAAB58/kJdU38XXMEY/s200/sun-and-love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400661335386013314" /></a><br />"passa o inverno chega o verão<br />o calor aquece minha emoção<br />não pelo clima da estação<br />mas pelo fogo dessa paixão..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-2784911167887964782?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-48747411128738155892009-11-04T06:47:00.000-08:002009-11-04T06:57:06.890-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SvGWFjuEbxI/AAAAAAAAB50/UTsDbC5e1Qk/s1600-h/760389401111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SvGWFjuEbxI/AAAAAAAAB50/UTsDbC5e1Qk/s320/760389401111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400262450425917202" /></a><br />"O sorriso é a manifestação dos lábios, quando os olhos encontram o que o coração procura."<br /><br />S2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-4874741112873815589?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-55320073026583216542009-11-02T18:13:00.000-08:002009-11-02T18:23:57.839-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/Su-UN1lApeI/AAAAAAAAB5s/QTla6tY-vEk/s1600-h/bal%C3%A3o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/Su-UN1lApeI/AAAAAAAAB5s/QTla6tY-vEk/s320/bal%C3%A3o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399697443682035170" /></a><br />Final de Semana com Feriado gostosos demais!!!!!<br /><br />"Que hoje eu te amo, <span style="font-weight:bold;">não vou negar</span><br />Que outra pessoa, <span style="font-weight:bold;">não servirá</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tem que ser você</span><br />sem porque, sem pra que<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tem que ser você</span><br />Sem ser necessário entender..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-5532007302658321654?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-67763929830939420792009-10-31T08:39:00.000-07:002009-10-31T11:48:35.054-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=60ff305" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br />"Aqui<br />Eu nunca disse que iria ser<br />A pessoa certa pra você<br />Mas sou eu quem te adora..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-6776392983093942079?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-5288384449129932552009-10-30T06:16:00.000-07:002009-10-30T08:34:19.068-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SurqJJHK47I/AAAAAAAAB5c/sVAncvQgV_E/s1600-h/carinho.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SurqJJHK47I/AAAAAAAAB5c/sVAncvQgV_E/s200/carinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398384546142675890" /></a><br />"Aqui ou noutro lugar<br />Que pode ser feio ou bonito<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Se nós estivermos juntos<br />Haverá um céu azul..."<br /></span><br /><br />"...me leva onde você for..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-528838444912993255?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-28959488898062312182009-10-26T08:46:00.000-07:002009-10-27T11:08:03.685-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SuXFgtz_ylI/AAAAAAAAB4s/15QOZkyqS7Q/s1600-h/converse-love-couple-hug.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SuXFgtz_ylI/AAAAAAAAB4s/15QOZkyqS7Q/s320/converse-love-couple-hug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396936894317578834" /></a><br />Um dia seus pés vão me levar<br />Onde as minhas mãos não podem chegar<br />Me leva onde você for<br />Estarei muito só sem o seu amor<br /><br />Agora é a hora de dizer<br />Que hoje eu te amo<br />Não vou negar<br />Que outra pessoa não servirá<br /><br />Tem que ser você<br />Sem por que, sem pra que<br />Tem que ser você<br />Sem ser necessário entender<br /><br />Música: Tem que ser Você - Victor e Leo<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c8b794a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br />Que cantei essa música hoje o dia todo. Na minha cabeça...<br />Show do Victor e Leo dia 4 de Novembro! Eu quero iiiiiir!!!!!!!!! :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-2895948889806231218?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-725745374161929332009-10-23T09:50:00.000-07:002009-10-23T11:25:32.555-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SuHg5wfu9HI/AAAAAAAAB4k/ztEGQxMe424/s1600-h/novo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SuHg5wfu9HI/AAAAAAAAB4k/ztEGQxMe424/s320/novo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395841111441732722" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Uma nova história Deus tem pra mim<br />Um novo tempo Deus tem pra mim<br />Tudo aquilo que perdido foi<br />Ouvirei de sua boca: "Te abençoarei!"</span><br />(Fernandinho)<br /><br />Quem me conhece (poucos rs) sabe o que eu realmente tenho vivido nos últimos dias (né Vi...). E definiria essa fase como confiar em Deus.<br /><br />Estou em paz, em cada uma das decisões que tenho tomado, e que bom é saber que tenho um Deus que cuida de mim e que me ama e que quer a todo o momento o que é melhor pra mim.<br /><br />Minha vida é como um caderno em branco, onde quero que Ele escreva, cada uma das páginas. E sei que Ele trará um sorriso pro meu rosto... é assim que Ele faz sempre, quando eu menos espero (né Vi...rs)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-72574537416192933?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-76086416441837369082009-10-21T05:31:00.000-07:002009-10-22T05:34:18.739-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/St8A0VQih3I/AAAAAAAAB4c/1PK9bi0iFJE/s1600-h/2963428243_c697a644b5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/St8A0VQih3I/AAAAAAAAB4c/1PK9bi0iFJE/s320/2963428243_c697a644b5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395031777672857458" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-7608641644183736908?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-39108678605958541922009-10-20T08:05:00.000-07:002009-10-20T08:10:43.163-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/St3Sjxoj4yI/AAAAAAAAB4U/KByjTY-f1TY/s1600-h/KingQueenCard.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/St3Sjxoj4yI/AAAAAAAAB4U/KByjTY-f1TY/s200/KingQueenCard.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394699440720438050" /></a><br />"The World is full of kings and queens who blind your eyes and steal your dreams, it's heaven and hell."<br /><br />Sábias palavras que ouvi hoje de uma pessoa querida!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-3910867860595854192?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-10613993197567691842009-10-18T07:01:00.000-07:002009-10-18T07:17:49.801-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StsgFHR4LXI/AAAAAAAAB4E/DOTLmTcYY8c/s1600-h/caminhando_a_chuva1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StsgFHR4LXI/AAAAAAAAB4E/DOTLmTcYY8c/s400/caminhando_a_chuva1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393940250931768690" /></a><br />... dias como o da foto.<br /><br />Existe cor em meio ao dia nublado e cinza e pequenas frases tem dado cor à minha vida!<br /><br />"Ah, diz pra mim tudo aquilo que eu preciso ouvir da tua voz..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-1061399319756769184?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-11438662616484852142009-10-16T17:24:00.000-07:002009-10-16T17:29:31.903-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StkPSIBQPrI/AAAAAAAAB38/L_tKWG7tfFQ/s1600-h/DSC03990.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StkPSIBQPrI/AAAAAAAAB38/L_tKWG7tfFQ/s320/DSC03990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393358832817684146" /></a><br />... a tocar!<br /><br />Porque assim, não tem nada que mais me toma de prazer do que a música!<br /><br />saudades...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-1143866261648485214?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-38291760776014435532009-10-14T08:07:00.000-07:002009-10-16T17:34:18.311-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StXqDZf--QI/AAAAAAAAB30/3rtmvqzOweA/s1600-h/DSC03987.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StXqDZf--QI/AAAAAAAAB30/3rtmvqzOweA/s200/DSC03987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392473472951580930" /></a><br />"... tem dó de mim, meu pedacin...<br />... que eu tenho peito<br />e eu tenho alma..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-3829176077601443553?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-90611447019251381342009-10-13T04:14:00.000-07:002009-10-13T04:17:13.227-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StRhNMD1s6I/AAAAAAAAB3k/187PHZRAkfg/s1600-h/pipa+e+helen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StRhNMD1s6I/AAAAAAAAB3k/187PHZRAkfg/s400/pipa+e+helen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392041533072847778" /></a><br />... aniversário da PIIIIIPA!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />E mesmo que eu tentasse escrever algo lindo pra ela aqui, não conseguiria porque quem tem o dom com as palavras é ela (e o biso rs).<br /><br />Mas, pipoca, queria deixar meu abraço, meu beijo e meu desejo de que Deus te abençoe muito e que vc seja muito, muito feliz. Vc é importante demais!!!! Amo vc!!!!<br /><br />FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUITAS FELICIDADES!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-9061144701925138134?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-78495252011249175852009-10-12T20:16:00.000-07:002009-10-12T20:19:36.219-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StPxSWW2WmI/AAAAAAAAB3c/5tZJl8q7dLY/s1600-h/3333.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StPxSWW2WmI/AAAAAAAAB3c/5tZJl8q7dLY/s320/3333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391918476433971810" /></a><br />Presentes que enchem o coração de alegria no meio da noite :)<br />amorziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinho!<br /><br />S2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-7849525201124917585?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-20165692958290123422009-10-12T10:00:00.001-07:002009-10-13T04:20:11.946-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StNg21qfhZI/AAAAAAAAB3U/Lx1m2ttcPu0/s1600-h/DSC03979.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StNg21qfhZI/AAAAAAAAB3U/Lx1m2ttcPu0/s400/DSC03979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391759674127123858" /></a><br />Galo Forte Vingador<br /><br />Clube Atlético Mineiro<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">UMA VEZ ATÉ MORRER!</span><br /><br />Clássico, Atlético x Cruzeiro HOJE! 16hs - Mineirão<br /><br />Em tempo: gol do cruzeiro no primeiro tempo - drooooga! :(<br /><br />Não mais em tempo: tá certo, o galo perdeu, e quem disse que a gente liga???? Qual a posição do Cruzeiro mesmo???? ahhh tá! Fim de papo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-2016569295829012342?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-32722494909616599252009-10-12T09:42:00.000-07:002009-10-12T09:44:55.659-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StNcyZmUZCI/AAAAAAAAB3M/jCawaHyzFrc/s1600-h/bisos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StNcyZmUZCI/AAAAAAAAB3M/jCawaHyzFrc/s400/bisos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391755199827436578" /></a><br />... dia do aniversário da minha irmã!<br /><br />Desejo TODA a felicidade, principalmente nesta nova fase!!!!!<br />FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO<br /><br />Beijos do biso, pro biso!!!!<br /><br />Ps. Na foto: os bisos, long time ago<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-3272249490961659925?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-73448701244065714002009-10-10T07:30:00.000-07:002009-10-10T07:32:28.428-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StCa4Cc3F9I/AAAAAAAAB3E/Kz7SH-BPEZI/s1600-h/mesa.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StCa4Cc3F9I/AAAAAAAAB3E/Kz7SH-BPEZI/s400/mesa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390979041483757522" /></a><br />... tá aí pra quem participou da saga pela "mesa de centro", a bendita, linda, querida, e que deu trabalho... "mesa de centro" da minha mãe :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-7344870124406571400?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-59615965871023222612009-10-10T07:21:00.000-07:002009-10-10T08:00:37.135-07:00Linda demaaaaais! "Ohhhh tiiiiia" :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StCZYCh-JRI/AAAAAAAAB28/9NcyOEfkRCA/s1600-h/DSC03947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StCZYCh-JRI/AAAAAAAAB28/9NcyOEfkRCA/s400/DSC03947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390977392237749522" /></a><br />Gabi e eu!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StCZF1WqrHI/AAAAAAAAB20/9bpzpYKX6HI/s1600-h/DSC03946.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StCZF1WqrHI/AAAAAAAAB20/9bpzpYKX6HI/s400/DSC03946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390977079463029874" /></a><br />Eu e a Naaaaaaaaaaany!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StCYz1lEL8I/AAAAAAAAB2s/QhWZXUV0kiw/s1600-h/DSC03943.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/StCYz1lEL8I/AAAAAAAAB2s/QhWZXUV0kiw/s400/DSC03943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390976770285776834" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">... especiais, com pessoas especiais, em um dia especial!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-5961596587102322261?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-34946821744939731612009-10-06T18:21:00.000-07:002009-10-06T18:23:28.390-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsvtS4gQ6tI/AAAAAAAAB2k/Q4vuibUf-c0/s1600-h/DSC03911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsvtS4gQ6tI/AAAAAAAAB2k/Q4vuibUf-c0/s400/DSC03911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389662287740070610" /></a><br />"Apaixone-se pelas pessoas que estão ao seu lado, pois na caminhada do dia a dia a pessoa certa é aquela que está definitivamente ao seu lado!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-3494682174493973161?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-13824292391617018942009-10-03T05:38:00.000-07:002009-10-03T05:44:18.776-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4514e7d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br />(nessa versão linda que encontrei hoje pela manhã...)<br /><br />"e cada verso meu será pra te dizer, que eu sei que vou te amar por toda a minha vida"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-1382429239161701894?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-21227827759752545332009-09-30T19:33:00.000-07:002009-09-30T19:36:26.407-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsQVozed5xI/AAAAAAAAB2U/c6JWq1rSecM/s1600-h/DSC03831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsQVozed5xI/AAAAAAAAB2U/c6JWq1rSecM/s400/DSC03831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387454844998903570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsQVPVKaSmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/6qjYfMO3FTk/s1600-h/DSC03828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsQVPVKaSmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/6qjYfMO3FTk/s400/DSC03828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387454407364987490" /></a><br />É o nome do "filho" da pipa que eu fui visitar hoje!<br /><br />Ahhh que delícia!!!!!!!!!! eu quero pra miiiiiiiiiiim!!!!<br /><br />Aham, as fotos sairam desfocadinhas, qual o problema? rsrsrsrs<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-2122782775975254533?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-3897488649841638642009-09-29T14:52:00.000-07:002009-09-29T14:56:18.763-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsKCPO8D1_I/AAAAAAAAB2E/knXCBuMK7Lk/s1600-h/helen22.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsKCPO8D1_I/AAAAAAAAB2E/knXCBuMK7Lk/s400/helen22.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387011302508189682" /></a><br />"Tão bom viver dia a dia... A vida, assim, jamais cansa"<br />Mário Quintana<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-389748864984163864?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-64938164198160942522009-09-27T18:05:00.000-07:002009-10-10T08:01:18.193-07:00Se eu pudesse resumir o que tem sido pra mim viajar para Oliveira nos últimos 4 finais de semana (nooooossa Naaaaaaany, olha que tanto!!!), diria que tem sido para mim um tempo precioso.<br /><br />E seguem abaixo pinceladas desse tempo gostoso!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsAMOiiPCvI/AAAAAAAAB1k/ZqyB08llG7w/s1600-h/Hc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsAMOiiPCvI/AAAAAAAAB1k/ZqyB08llG7w/s320/Hc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386318598263212786" /></a><br />Foto que a Nany tirou, na <span style="font-weight:bold;">casa da D. Zilda</span> (que é nossa mãe :)). Ahhhh se esse banquinho falasse hein Naaaaany!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsAM3FWKWCI/AAAAAAAAB1s/FNT_gZZVNT4/s1600-h/DSC03782.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsAM3FWKWCI/AAAAAAAAB1s/FNT_gZZVNT4/s320/DSC03782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386319294802581538" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Maria Eduarda e eu</span>. A Nany disse que ela nem ia querer tirar foto comigo. Aff, tiramos um monte!!! E batemos altos papos as duas!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsANjYRMy6I/AAAAAAAAB10/CtVxu4bo_XY/s1600-h/DSC03790.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsANjYRMy6I/AAAAAAAAB10/CtVxu4bo_XY/s320/DSC03790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386320055796288418" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Maria Eduarda por Helen</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsAN4LXAqXI/AAAAAAAAB18/dx14M9BLTF0/s1600-h/DSC03792.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SsAN4LXAqXI/AAAAAAAAB18/dx14M9BLTF0/s320/DSC03792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386320413108250994" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Helen por Maria Eduarda</span> :) (Contra a luz? Que nada, bobagem... o céu tava lindo de morrer e merecia toooodo o destaque! Ela tem olhar artístico! rsrsrs)<br /><br />Sem palavras... por tudo que eu tenho aprendido, compartilhado, experimentado!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-6493816419816094252?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-13066457017775454632009-09-26T19:56:00.001-07:002009-09-26T20:00:23.126-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/Sr7VQJeIbYI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ny13vlYJGkI/s1600-h/foto+pro+blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/Sr7VQJeIbYI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ny13vlYJGkI/s400/foto+pro+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385976677778615682" /></a><br />...contra o vento<br />sem lenço e sem documento<br />no sol de quase dezembro eu vou..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-1306645701777545463?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395458889467592836.post-54949280906584973552009-09-24T09:00:00.000-07:002009-09-24T09:01:30.996-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SruX0o6WHjI/AAAAAAAAB1U/HoFVi6cdQLU/s1600-h/esperan%C3%A7a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEd-K1_u1Vk/SruX0o6WHjI/AAAAAAAAB1U/HoFVi6cdQLU/s320/esperan%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064710042689074" /></a><br />"A esperança não é um sonho, mas uma maneira de traduzir os sonhos em realidade." (Cardeal Suenens)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395458889467592836-5494928090658497355?l=helenvilela.blogspot.com'/></div>Helen Vilelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597071923248332101noreply@blogger.com1