<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817</id><updated>2011-08-20T00:45:10.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de mim</title><subtitle type='html'>Num momento de silêncio, o mais bonito são as palavras que ouvimos com o coração!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-2803621800950853604</id><published>2009-08-18T17:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:59:05.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Paixão (quase) impossivel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SorcvbMwUuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gz-UJMRj_7E/s1600-h/sol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371348212905956066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SorcvbMwUuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gz-UJMRj_7E/s400/sol.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SorcvGk0AjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LzIoaj-YNJw/s1600-h/lua.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371348207369716274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SorcvGk0AjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LzIoaj-YNJw/s400/lua.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Quando o SOL e a LUA se encontraram pela primeira vez apaixonaram-se perdidamente e a partir daí começaram a viver um grande amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Acontece que o mundo ainda não existia e no dia que Deus resolveu criá-lo, deu-lhes então o toque final: o brilho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Ficou decidido também que o SOL iluminaria o dia e que a LUA iluminariaa noite, assim sendo, seriam obrigados a viverem separados.&lt;br /&gt;Abateu-se sobre eles uma grande tristeza quando tomaram conhecimento de que nunca mais se encontrariam.A LUA foi ficando cada vez mais amargurada, mesmo com o brilho que Deus lhe havia dado, ela foi tornando-se solitária.O SOL, por sua vez, havia ganho um título de nobreza "ASTRO REI", mas isso também não o fez feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Deus então chamou-os e explicou-lhes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;-Vocês não devem ficar tristes, ambos agora já possuem um brilho próprio. Tu LUA, iluminarás as noites frias e quentes, encantarás os enamorados e serás diversas vezes motivo de poesias. Quanto a ti SOL , sustentarás esse título porque serás o mais importante dos astros, iluminarás a terra durante o dia, fornecerás calor para o ser humano e a tua simples presença fará as pessoas mais felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;A LUA ficou muito triste com o seu terrível destino e chorou dias a fio...já o SOL ao vê-la sofrer tanto, decidiu que não poderia deixar-se abater pois teria que dar-lhe forças e ajudá-la a aceitar o que havia sido decidido por Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;No entanto, a sua preocupação era tão grande que resolveu fazer um pedido a ELE:&lt;br /&gt;-Senhor, ajude a LUA por favor, ela é mais frágil do que eu, não suportará a solidão...&lt;br /&gt;E Deus em sua imensa bondade criou então as estrelas para lhe fazerem companhia.&lt;br /&gt;A LUA sempre que está muito triste recorre às estrelas que fazem de tudo para consolá-la, mas quase sempre não conseguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Hoje eles vivem assim....separados, o SOL finge que é feliz, a LUA não consegue esconder que é triste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;O SOL ainda arde de paixão pela LUA e ela ainda vive na escuridão da saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que a ordem de Deus era que a LUA deveria ser sempre cheia e luminosa, mas ela não consegue isso....porque ela é mulher, e uma mulher tem fases. Quando feliz consegue ser cheia, mas quando infeliz é minguante e quando minguante nem sequer é possível ver o seu brilho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;A LUA e o SOL seguem o seu destino, ele solitário mas forte, ela acompanhada das estrelas, mas fraca. Humanos tentam a todo instante conquistá-la, como se isso fosse possível. Por vezes alguns deles vão até ela e voltam sempre sozinhos, nenhum deles jamais conseguiu trazê-la até a terra, nenhum deles realmente conseguiu conquistá-la, por mais que achem que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Acontece que Deus decidiu que nenhum amor nesse mundo seria de todo impossível, nem mesmo o da LUA e o do SOL... e foi aí então que ele criou o eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o SOL e a LUA vivem da espera desse instante, desses raros momentos que lhes foram concedidos e que custam tanto a acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Quando olhar para o céu a partir de agora e ver que o SOL encobriu a LUA é porque ele se deitou sobre ela e começaram a amar-se e é ao acto desse amor que se deu o nome de eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Importante lembrar que o brilho deslumbrante deles é tão grande que aconselha-se não olhar para o céu nesse momento, os seus olhos podem cegar de ver tanto amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Também na terra existe Lua e Sol...existirá também eclipse ?...será então que nenhum amor é impossível?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;desconhecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-2803621800950853604?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/2803621800950853604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=2803621800950853604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5480812770704490030</id><published>2009-05-10T23:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:47:49.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá-me sede...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwPeYVxO8fM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwPeYVxO8fM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dá-me sede&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me voz&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me algo que te prenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me sono&lt;br /&gt;Traz-te a ti&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me algo, estou sem tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando estou contigo és quem me faz parar de respirar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estás comigo és tudo o que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te assim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me fraco&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me rir&lt;br /&gt;Faz algo mais que fugir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me medo&lt;br /&gt;Traz-te a ti&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me algo, estou sem tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando estou contigo és quem me faz parar de respirar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estás comigo és tudo o que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te assim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando estou contigo és quem me faz parar de respirar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estás comigo és tudo o que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te assim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te só pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5480812770704490030?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/5480812770704490030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=5480812770704490030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5480812770704490030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5480812770704490030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-me-sede.html' title='Dá-me sede...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-6254487228726181557</id><published>2009-05-04T23:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:24:32.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/Sf9q-MLaN6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/jThJIWSevbk/s1600-h/linda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332098100483471266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/Sf9q-MLaN6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/jThJIWSevbk/s400/linda.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sucesso é conseguirmos alcançar tudo aquilo que queremos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicidade é gostarmos de tudo aquilo que alcançámos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-6254487228726181557?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/Sf9q-MLaN6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/jThJIWSevbk/s72-c/linda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-4177489324456291709</id><published>2009-02-01T23:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:19:23.857Z</updated><title type='text'>Fácil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SYY7kyg7r4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5D0FDSOhjjY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297987514869198722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SYY7kyg7r4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5D0FDSOhjjY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"É fácil trocar as palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Difícil é interpretar os silêncios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;É fácil caminhar lado a lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Difícil é saber como se encontrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;É fácil beijar o rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Difícil é chegar ao coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;É fácil apertar as mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Difícil é reter o calor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;É fácil sentir o amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Difícil é conter sua torrente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Como é por dentro outra pessoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Quem é que o saberá sonhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A alma de outrem é outro universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Com que não há comunicação possível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Com que não há verdadeiro entendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Nada sabemos da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Senão da nossa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;As dos outros são olhares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;São gestos, são palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Com a suposição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;De qualquer semelhança no fundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Fácil...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SYY7kyg7r4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5D0FDSOhjjY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-8431466434143295334</id><published>2008-12-30T23:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:57:43.558Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SVq1JTF5vMI/AAAAAAAAAds/wLdi4Ze2xq0/s1600-h/100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285736284021177538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SVq1JTF5vMI/AAAAAAAAAds/wLdi4Ze2xq0/s400/100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Já se vê o fogo de artificio, anuncia a chegada de um novo ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Está na hora de sonhar e acreditar que vamos realizar todos os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Olhar com ternura e afecto para os nossos amigos e estender-lhes as mãos sempre que necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aprender com os erros do ano que está a acabar e brindar o novo ano apenas com um enorme sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Correr ao encontro daquele amor que ainda não perdemos, ou surpreender o amor que já foi conquistado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Viver, sim viver intensamente e com a certeza que tudo o que fazemos é com toda a garra e determinação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Para todos os que passam por aqui desejo as maiores felicidades para o novo ano que se aproxima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Este cantinho tem estado bastante parado, porque apesar de gostar muito de escrever, há alturas em que nem as próprias palavras querem aparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado a todos os que passam por aqui e Feliz Ano Novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-8431466434143295334?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/8431466434143295334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=8431466434143295334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5653329837832975468</id><published>2008-12-30T00:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:30:21.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Deixa-me sonhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SVlrY_PhUII/AAAAAAAAAdk/qOPz5ObvcYs/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285373714733551746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SVlrY_PhUII/AAAAAAAAAdk/qOPz5ObvcYs/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva o sol, leva o mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva contigo a luz do meu luar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva o amanhecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do céu, leva a cor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa o anoitecer, e a minha dor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quando fores...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa-me sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensar que vais ficar sempre junto a mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz-me acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu ainda sou tudo para ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva o ar que eu respiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa a minha vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem sentido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva o meu sorriso, o meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva o meu destino, na tua mão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando fores...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa-me sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensar que vais ficar sempre junto a mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz-me acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu ainda sou tudo para ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se o tempo não passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos teus braços é onde eu quero ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa-me sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensar que vais ficar sempre junto a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz-me acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu ainda sou tudo para ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva o sol,leva o mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva contigo a luz do meu luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rita Guerra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5653329837832975468?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/5653329837832975468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=5653329837832975468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5653329837832975468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5653329837832975468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/12/deixa-me-sonhar.html' title='Deixa-me sonhar...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SVlrY_PhUII/AAAAAAAAAdk/qOPz5ObvcYs/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5012372896728572387</id><published>2008-11-06T23:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:48:30.384Z</updated><title type='text'>Passagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SROBYxIY5VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/eb1L9YUn3_o/s1600-h/imagem22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265694651831608658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SROBYxIY5VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/eb1L9YUn3_o/s400/imagem22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que sempre nos confundes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Com tantos labirintos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Perdidos às vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ficamos sem rumo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nesta vida que passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E passa por nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como se fosse fumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que passa veloz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que deixa seu rasto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vagueando no céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que se perde no tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que se cobre com um véu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que passas sem parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não te deixas prender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não te deixas agarrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Assim nos vais levando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por este caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que só tu escolhes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E nos marcas o destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A história traçada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por vezes não se conta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paramos no tempo que a vida não tem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Queremos o tempo que a vida não nos dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que passas a voar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Contigo nos levas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como ondas no mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5012372896728572387?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SROBYxIY5VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/eb1L9YUn3_o/s72-c/imagem22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5657287971680922644</id><published>2008-10-28T23:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:42:22.450Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angústia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apenas me consome lentamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vazio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apoderou-se de mim, como algo sufocante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desespero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me atormenta a alma e me enfraquece o corpo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Medo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me perturba e assusta dia e noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras que saem sem sentido, que escrevo sem saber...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim me sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5657287971680922644?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/5657287971680922644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=5657287971680922644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5657287971680922644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5657287971680922644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-6220276138637743061</id><published>2008-10-25T22:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:25:43.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SQOcInb2P8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/7Io-rZZsieQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261220461537542082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SQOcInb2P8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/7Io-rZZsieQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SQObw8R64eI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HpJSE54PG_Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida ensina-nos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-nos a rir, a lutar, a partir, a regressar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-nos que nada é fácil, porque tudo o que é fácil não tem gosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-nos a agir, e dá-nos as cartas para podermos jogar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitas vezes esquecemo-nos que cada jogo tem as suas regras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-nos a sofrer, para podermos dar valor à alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-nos o caminho, mas sem nos indicar os atalhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-nos que somos nós os actores da peça que nos calhou representar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-nos que o final é tal qual nós o fazemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-nos a ganhar coragem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-nos a partilha-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida ensina-nos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Que devemos sonhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que devemos sonhar sempre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E não podemos esquecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que o sonho, é que nos alimenta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E só a sonhar conseguimos aprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-6220276138637743061?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/6220276138637743061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=6220276138637743061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-4284997521163102296</id><published>2008-10-19T23:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:35:51.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mensagensmagicas.com" title="Mensagens Para Orkut"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee171/recadosanimados-especiais/mmagics/imagens/lindas/imagem21.jpg" border="0" alt="Mensagens Para Orkut - MensagensMagicas.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee171/recadosanimados-especiais/mmagics/imagens/estrela.gif" alt="stars" width="60" height="60" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Quem te alcançou?&lt;br /&gt;Quem contigo se cruzou?&lt;br /&gt;Passas por vezes, e não te vemos,&lt;br /&gt;Deixas o rasto, mas não te reconhecemos,&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos-te, mas teimas em te atrasar,&lt;br /&gt;Como sofremos, e nos fazes chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Tua ausência deixa-nos sós,&lt;br /&gt;Tua indiferença fere-nos a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe te vemos,&lt;br /&gt;Quem te levou?&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes te deixamos escapar,&lt;br /&gt;Como te recuperamos?&lt;br /&gt;Como te fazemos voltar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Que tantas vezes te encontras nas mãos de alguém tão difícil de alcançar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-4284997521163102296?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/4284997521163102296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=4284997521163102296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/4284997521163102296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/4284997521163102296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/10/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-640947746791231746</id><published>2008-10-17T23:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:09:32.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SPka3UO19kI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4ae67kacfZw/s1600-h/0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258263577557857858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SPka3UO19kI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4ae67kacfZw/s400/0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa bem alto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa até onde te leva o sonho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa até onde te leva o coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa na certeza de um caminho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa mesmo se não sabes a razão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa bem alto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até onde ninguém te alcance,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até onde ninguém te prenda,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa mesmo contra o vento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa com a certeza de um sentimento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que vais voar sem fim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa bem alto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nada te detenha,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nada te atormente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa livre pelo céu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem teres medo de cair,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem teres medo de te magoar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voa livre pelo céu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que foi feito para voar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-640947746791231746?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SPka3UO19kI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4ae67kacfZw/s72-c/0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-9046593438455082950</id><published>2008-09-21T00:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:30:30.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras perdidas</title><content type='html'>,&lt;a title="Mensagens Para Orkut" href="http://www.mensagensmagicas.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mensagens Para Orkut - MensagensMagicas.com" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee171/recadosanimados-especiais/mmagics/imagens/lindas/imagem6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Mensagens para Orkut" href="http://www.mensagensmagicas.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdidas no tempo ficaram as palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que vão e que vêm sem nada dizer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que ficam, que marcam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E se tornam amargas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que se pronunciam por vezes, sem querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras que lembram aqueles momentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que são do passado, mas teimam querer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ficar bem presentes, trazer sentimentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acender a mágoa e não desaparecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras não ditas, vazias, enfim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras que se sentem demais pra esquecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdidas ficaram e longe de mim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos sonhos se falam sem nada dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;San&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-9046593438455082950?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/9046593438455082950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=9046593438455082950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/9046593438455082950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/9046593438455082950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/09/palavras-perdidas.html' title='Palavras perdidas'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-6760901240724493313</id><published>2008-09-07T00:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:54:28.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu não sei parar de te olhar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zjV9AnuFHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zjV9AnuFHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro esta musica...&lt;br /&gt;Partilho-a com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-vos um bom domingo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-6760901240724493313?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/6760901240724493313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-1675180523879563951</id><published>2008-09-06T01:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:52:38.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SMHUIfR3C-I/AAAAAAAAARY/xFoIOx0a5iM/s1600-h/0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242704683536419810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SMHUIfR3C-I/AAAAAAAAARY/xFoIOx0a5iM/s320/0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apenas isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Custa tão pouco e é tão valioso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tão simples , mas tão poderoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enriquece quem o recebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enobrece quem o dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um sorriso no rosto repousa o cansaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alegra a alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dá força, renova a coragem que por vezes nos falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Consola a tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorrimos por nós, sorrimos para vós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apenas isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Sorrir'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SMHUIfR3C-I/AAAAAAAAARY/xFoIOx0a5iM/s72-c/0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-4299311716095495064</id><published>2008-09-01T23:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:32:35.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.mensagenseimagens.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ache essas e outras imagens no site Mensagens &amp;amp; Imagens" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk66/bmbraga/mei/mei2/2593.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Este post é para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quero dizer-te que gosto muito de ti, e desejo-te que conquistes a Felicidade em pleno, que consigas sempre realizar os teus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;És uma pessoa muito querida por todos, és muito especial, uma menina mulher que eu adoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Todos à tua volta gostam muito de ti, conquistas todos por onde passas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mais um aninho, e és tu quem me ofereces um presente... TU, a tua presença, tenho que te agradecer por estares sempre aqui, tenho que agradecer por seres como és.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faço parte da tua vida e isso deixa-me feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um Feliz Aniversário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-4299311716095495064?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/4299311716095495064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=4299311716095495064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/4299311716095495064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/4299311716095495064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/09/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-7210253519128018164</id><published>2008-09-01T00:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:33:39.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duvidas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SLsqDKB7BJI/AAAAAAAAARI/NKo3BPD3QrQ/s1600-h/0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240828825096094866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SLsqDKB7BJI/AAAAAAAAARI/NKo3BPD3QrQ/s320/0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Todos temos dúvidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Duvidamos muitas vezes de nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muitas vezes nos pomos em causa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muitas vezes nos traímos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nos enganamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Duvidamos porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Duvidamos de quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O medo de falhar, de perder, é mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paramos, deixamos-nos abater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As dúvidas são tão traidoras, passam-por nós e acabam por ganhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E nós perdemos, simplesmente perdemos, porque tivemos medo de arriscar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;San&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-7210253519128018164?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/7210253519128018164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=7210253519128018164&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/7210253519128018164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/7210253519128018164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/09/duvidas.html' title='Duvidas...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SLsqDKB7BJI/AAAAAAAAARI/NKo3BPD3QrQ/s72-c/0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5833520829037694619</id><published>2008-09-01T00:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:16:44.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Conservar algo que possa recordar-te, seria admitir que eu pudesse esquecer-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;William shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5833520829037694619?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/5833520829037694619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=5833520829037694619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5833520829037694619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5833520829037694619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/09/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-1327329313227849442</id><published>2008-08-24T23:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:10:27.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SLH3hkvQHPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BlEOkhRJQ1E/s1600-h/0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238239997778205938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SLH3hkvQHPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BlEOkhRJQ1E/s320/0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Às vezes sentimo-nos assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Precisamos de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Precisamos de nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não queremos que nos amem ardentemente, apenas que nos amem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não queremos que a paixão nos sufoque, que seja apenas paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não queremos beijos intensos, nem que os nossos corpos se encontrem, apenas um ombro, um abraço apertado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Queremos chorar,mas precisamos apenas que nos façam sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não queremos que nos falem, apenas que oiçam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Apenas queremos estar ali, pertinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não precisamos palavras, apenas que o olhar se cruze e que diga em silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Estarei sempre aqui" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;San&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-1327329313227849442?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/1327329313227849442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=1327329313227849442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/1327329313227849442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/1327329313227849442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/apenas.html' title='Apenas...'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SLH3hkvQHPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BlEOkhRJQ1E/s72-c/0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-3876200532524426474</id><published>2008-08-23T23:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:49:37.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SLChehQFOQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uH-85JYyUaw/s1600-h/0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237863912325855490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SLChehQFOQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uH-85JYyUaw/s320/0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ás vezes não me encontro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não sei onde estou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não sei onde vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Um vazio aproxima-se, instala-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Os meus passos perderam o rumo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Errei o caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A estrada, essa, parece não mais ter fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tudo ficou distante, ausente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E eu ausente de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quem me ouve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quem me vê,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quem me sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Paro no meio da estrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dou um sinal de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas, está escuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não me oriento assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Procuro teus passos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Estarão ausentes também,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Preciso da tua presença,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quero que me encontres, mas não sei onde estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sinto o vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Toca-me de mansinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oiço-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nenhum outro som mais me importa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Neste silêncio pensei em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Encontro o teu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O brilho dos teus olhos ilumina-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Encontraste-me, encontrei-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Encontrei-me também a mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;San&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-3876200532524426474?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/3876200532524426474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=3876200532524426474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/3876200532524426474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/3876200532524426474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SLChehQFOQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uH-85JYyUaw/s72-c/0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5958513815420763183</id><published>2008-08-18T00:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:25:43.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos perdidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKizSICwGDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_TaP448z40E/s1600-h/0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235631690796242994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKizSICwGDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_TaP448z40E/s320/0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Imaginar que não conseguimos realizar tudo o que sempre sonhámos, é o que mais doí na alma quando se ama alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tudo o que vivemos, os bons, os maus momentos, os sorrisos, as lágrimas, as alegrias, as tristezas, tudo isso é e será sempre o nosso maior tesouro aquele que nunca perdemos porque fica guardado na nossa memoria para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Porém tudo o que tivemos de deixar para trás tudo o que ficou por concretizar,acaba por nos magoar e enfraquecer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5958513815420763183?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/5958513815420763183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=5958513815420763183&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5958513815420763183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5958513815420763183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/sonhos-perdidos.html' title='Sonhos perdidos'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKizSICwGDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_TaP448z40E/s72-c/0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-2772666524592664800</id><published>2008-08-16T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:56:29.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKda5cZhuOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aMJ6EXvRGXU/s1600-h/exupery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235253034763794658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKda5cZhuOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aMJ6EXvRGXU/s320/exupery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-2772666524592664800?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/2772666524592664800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=2772666524592664800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/2772666524592664800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/2772666524592664800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/pensamento_16.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKda5cZhuOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aMJ6EXvRGXU/s72-c/exupery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-3555010466201753954</id><published>2008-08-15T01:03:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:57:00.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Partiste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234540787088937522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKTTHLC60jI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5-hdPYqwmUo/s320/0010.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Procuro-te por todo o lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Chamo-te mas já não me ouves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Onde foste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Arrancaram-te da minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sem me perguntarem nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Não me deixaram crescer contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ficou tanto por dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ficou tanto por fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A saudade doi tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Saudade de te abraçar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Saudade da tua voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Saudade do teu sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Saudade do teu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Saudade do teu colo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tantas saudades de tudo o que não pude viver perto de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;De tudo o que não te pude mostrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;De tudo o que construi, sem te poder pedir um conselho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Saudades tuas apenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quero tanto que te orgulhes de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quero tanto que me possas ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Pai, onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fazes tanta falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-3555010466201753954?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/3555010466201753954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=3555010466201753954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/3555010466201753954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/3555010466201753954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/partiste.html' title='Partiste'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKTTHLC60jI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5-hdPYqwmUo/s72-c/0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-468302083918118609</id><published>2008-08-14T00:23:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:48:42.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKNu8HCEBLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fsvhSUpFQrQ/s1600-h/0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234149170893554866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKNu8HCEBLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fsvhSUpFQrQ/s320/0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se eu apenas fizer as minhas coisas e tu as tuas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Corremos o risco de nos perdermos um ao outro e a nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não estou neste mundo para viver de acordo com as tuas expectativas;&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou neste mundo para te valorizar como um ser singular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E para ser valorizada por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Só nos tornamos plenos na relação um com o outro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O Eu separado de um Tu desintegra-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O meu encontro contigo não é por acaso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Encontro-te sempre que estendo a minha mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Devo começar comigo mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É verdade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas não devo terminar em mim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A verdade começa com dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Walter Tubbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-468302083918118609?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/468302083918118609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=468302083918118609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/468302083918118609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/468302083918118609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/dois.html' title='Dois'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gritar, talvez me ajudasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas não posso, tenho que calar a minha dor para poder apaziguar a dor de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;É assim à treze anos e tem de continuar a ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O tempo passa, mas nunca se esquece, nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Viver com um sorriso nos lábios quando por dentro as lágrimas correm sem parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Tens dezassete anos esqueces com mais facilidade" algúem me disse, hoje tenho trinta e fecho os olhos e vivo aquele dia com todos os promenores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"És muito nova tu é que tens de ser forte" também me disseram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E fui, fui forte sim, de dezassete passei para o dobro da idade, aguentei o sofrimento, a dor, a carga emocional, as lagrimas que queriam sair ficaram muitas vezes perdidas pela alma, ningúem me via chorar, aí disseram " Nem chora, não lhe deve sentir muita falta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas sinto, só eu sei quanta falta me faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sofro em silêncio, hoje pela primeira vez falo a quem quiser ouvir, neste caso ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Na altura, profissionais queriam-me ajudar, nomeadamente psicólogos, mas eu não quis.Fui eu própria para mim e para outras pessoas da minha família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não quis parecer fraca, mas hoje sinto que sou, sinto que fraquejei em determinadas situações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Estes dias que se seguem vão ser muito difíceis e podem passar cinquenta anos que a dor é a mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dava tudo para poder apagar estes dias, e poder voltar a ter quem perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para quem ler este texto poderá não lhe encontrar sentido, mas para mim tem muito, quem sabe outro dia consiga escrever com pormenores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5102698221600246714?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/5102698221600246714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=5102698221600246714&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5102698221600246714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5102698221600246714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/dor.html' title='Dor'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SKIoMZGhL5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/7kDwQu6HyT4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-4398853310993062715</id><published>2008-08-11T23:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:08:54.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverência ao destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Falar é completamente fácil, quando se tem palavras em mente que expressem sua opinião.Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes o que realmente queremos dizer, o quanto queremos dizer, antes que a pessoa se vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é julgar pessoas que estão sendo expostas pelas circunstâncias.Difícil é encontrar e reflectir sobre os seus erros, ou tentar fazer diferente algo que já fez muito errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é ser colega, fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ele deseja ouvir.Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso.E com confiança no que diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre esta situação.Difícil é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer ou ter coragem pra fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo o deixa irritado.Difícil é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece, te respeita e te entende.E é assim que perdemos pessoas especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é mentir aos quatro ventos o que tentamos camuflar.Difícil é mentir para o nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é ver o que queremos .Difícil é saber que nos iludimos com o que achávamos ter visto.Admitir que nos deixamos levar, mais uma vez, isso é difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é dizer "olá" ou "como estás?"Difícil é dizer "adeus", principalmente quando somos culpados pela partida de alguém de nossas vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é abraçar, apertar as mãos, beijar de olhos fechados.Difícil é sentir a energia que é transmitida.Aquela que toma conta do corpo como uma corrente eléctrica quando tocamos a pessoa certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é querer ser amado.Difícil é amar completamente só.Amar de verdade, sem ter medo de viver, sem ter medo do depois. Amar e entregar-se, e aprender a dar valor somente a quem te ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é ouvir a música que toca.Difícil é ouvir a sua consciência, acenando o tempo todo, mostrando nossas escolhas erradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é ditar regras.Difícil é segui-las.Ter a noção exacta de nossas próprias vidas, ao invés de ter noção das vidas dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é perguntar o que deseja saber.Difícil é estar preparado para ouvir esta resposta ou querer entender a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é chorar ou sorrir quando der vontade.Difícil é sorrir com vontade de chorar ou chorar de rir, de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é dar um beijo.Difícil é entregar a alma, sinceramente, por inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é sair com várias pessoas ao longo da vida.Difícil é entender que pouquíssimas delas te vão aceitar como és e fazer-te feliz por inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é ocupar um lugar na lista telefónica.Difícil é ocupar o coração de alguém, saber que se é realmente amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fácil é sonhar todas as noites.Difícil é lutar por um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eterno, é tudo aquilo que dura uma fracção de segundo, mas com tamanha intensidade, que se petrifica, e nenhuma força jamais o resgata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Carlos_Drummond_de_Andrade/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-4398853310993062715?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/4398853310993062715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=4398853310993062715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/4398853310993062715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/4398853310993062715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/reverncia-ao-destino.html' title='Reverência ao destino'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5245534103069945232</id><published>2008-08-10T02:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:30:33.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJ5EhuEs1II/AAAAAAAAANw/D5v7jAxUSEs/s1600-h/casamento20.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232695163145213058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJ5EhuEs1II/AAAAAAAAANw/D5v7jAxUSEs/s320/casamento20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamam-lhe bodas de madeira ou ferro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem dei conta, foi tão rápido, parece que ainda ontem estavamos a cuidar dos ultimos preparativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco anos de uma vida, nem sempre a sorrir, com altos e baixos, ás vezes com algumas dificuldades, algumas "birras" também, mas com muito amor, muito carinho, muita paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco anos lindos, obrigado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5245534103069945232?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/5245534103069945232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=5245534103069945232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5245534103069945232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" Os homens deviam ser o que parecem, ou pelo menos não parecerem o que não são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;William &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-6590517591136103840?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/6590517591136103840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=6590517591136103840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/6590517591136103840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/6590517591136103840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/pensamento_08.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5668749966581600875</id><published>2008-08-08T23:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:55:57.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>És único</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXtc-TH0Iv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXtc-TH0Iv4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ainda és o Único&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira vez que te vi, eu vi o amor&lt;br /&gt;E na primeira vez que me tocaste, eu senti amor&lt;br /&gt;E depois de todo este tempo, ainda és o único que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que nós conseguimos&lt;br /&gt;Olha tão longe que chegamos,&lt;br /&gt;Nós seguimos um longo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabíamos que chegaríamos lá algum dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles diziam , "Eu aposto que eles nunca conseguirão"&lt;br /&gt;Mas basta olhar para nós aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estamos juntos e fortes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ainda és o único)&lt;br /&gt;Ainda és aquele para quem eu corro,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele a quem eu pertenço,&lt;br /&gt;És aquele que eu quero na vida,&lt;br /&gt;( ainda és o único)&lt;br /&gt;Ainda és aquele que eu amo,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele com quem eu sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda és aquele que eu beijo, e digo boa noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe nada melhor,&lt;br /&gt;Nós derrotamos o improvável juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou feliz por não termos dado ouvidos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olha para o que nós podíamos ter perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5668749966581600875?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/5668749966581600875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=5668749966581600875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5668749966581600875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5668749966581600875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/nossa-msica.html' title='És único'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-3478168008016918096</id><published>2008-08-08T00:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:29:45.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJuMNbGWJSI/AAAAAAAAANg/Sk0Gf59PdMY/s1600-h/0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231929554361525538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJuMNbGWJSI/AAAAAAAAANg/Sk0Gf59PdMY/s320/0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;...E desde então, existo porque tu existes, sou porque tu és, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;...E desde então és , sou , somos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;...E por amor serei... serás... seremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adaptação Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-3478168008016918096?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/3478168008016918096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=3478168008016918096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/3478168008016918096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/3478168008016918096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/somos.html' title='Somos'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJuMNbGWJSI/AAAAAAAAANg/Sk0Gf59PdMY/s72-c/0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-3911987635552884974</id><published>2008-08-08T00:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:57:59.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meravigliosa creatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXMbhGY7Sag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXMbhGY7Sag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molti mari e fiumi&lt;br /&gt;attraverserò,&lt;br /&gt;dentro la tua terra&lt;br /&gt;mi ritroverai.&lt;br /&gt;Turbini e tempeste&lt;br /&gt;io cavalcerò,&lt;br /&gt;volerò tra i fulmini&lt;br /&gt;per averti.&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura,&lt;br /&gt;sei sola al mondo,&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura&lt;br /&gt;di averti accanto,&lt;br /&gt;occhi di sole&lt;br /&gt;bruciano in mezzo al cuore&lt;br /&gt;amo la vita meravigliosa.&lt;br /&gt;Luce dei miei occhi,&lt;br /&gt;brilla su di me,&lt;br /&gt;voglio mille lune&lt;br /&gt;per accarezzarti.&lt;br /&gt;Pendo dai tuoi sogni,&lt;br /&gt;veglio su di te.&lt;br /&gt;Non svegliarti, non svegliarti ancora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura,&lt;br /&gt;sei sola al mondo,&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura&lt;br /&gt;di averti accanto.&lt;br /&gt;Occhi di sole,&lt;br /&gt;mi tremano le parole,&lt;br /&gt;amo la vita meravigliosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura,&lt;br /&gt;un bacio lento,&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura&lt;br /&gt;di averti accanto.&lt;br /&gt;AllÂ’improvviso&lt;br /&gt;tu scendi nel paradiso.&lt;br /&gt;muoio d'amore meraviglioso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-3911987635552884974?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/3911987635552884974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=3911987635552884974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/3911987635552884974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/3911987635552884974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/meravigliosa-creatura.html' title='Meravigliosa creatura'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5996819527197801755</id><published>2008-08-07T01:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:13:46.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVJJRQfCiMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVJJRQfCiMI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;br /&gt;Because even when I was flat broke&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you do and I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Is hiding the words that don't come out&lt;br /&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know what I've been through like you do&lt;br /&gt;And I was made for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Story'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-1418765585745460129</id><published>2008-08-05T01:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:41:57.987Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJhYPnxogII/AAAAAAAAANI/IedKM_kgW_k/s1600-h/277px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231027992589271170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="296" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJhYPnxogII/AAAAAAAAANI/IedKM_kgW_k/s320/277px.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O amor é como um relógio de areia, quando se enche o coração, o cérebro fica vazio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Pensamento'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJhYPnxogII/AAAAAAAAANI/IedKM_kgW_k/s72-c/277px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-8568831634634528370</id><published>2008-08-03T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:41:58.127Z</updated><title type='text'>Despedidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJTp4oF3pbI/AAAAAAAAALw/cUBKuo6ovAU/s1600-h/dois-asiatico-escola_~009744IL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230062226327971250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SJTp4oF3pbI/AAAAAAAAALw/cUBKuo6ovAU/s320/dois-asiatico-escola_~009744IL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com a chegada das férias as habituais despedidas, dos que também só vão de férias e dos que já não regressam porque uma nova etapa chegou para eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com as despedidas algumas lágrimas querem espreitar e chegam mesmo a cair e quando se ouve da boquinha de uma criança de apenas 6 aninhos dizer: "s..... vou ter muitas saudades tuas e sentir muito a tua falta, levo-te para sempre no meu coração".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dizer não é? O cansaço, o stress,  a falta de paciencia que por vezes nos "ataca" ao longo do ano, são completamente esquecidos com estas palavrinhas e são estas palavras que nos recompensam todo o nosso trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-8568831634634528370?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/8568831634634528370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=8568831634634528370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/8568831634634528370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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incerteza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Poderia tentar encontrar uma definição para a palavra desilusão e a seguir para a palavra incerteza, mas nem vale a pena porque basta-me sentir o que sinto hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desiludo-me com alguma frequência porque tenho a terrível tendência para acreditar constantemente nas pessoas.Claro que não são todas e ainda bem, mas mesmo assim é-me difícil lidar com estas situações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje sinto-me assim desiludida, com esta sensação estranha de quem quer e precisa falar, e dizer tudo o que está "entalado" mas que por razões "hierárquicas" (chamemos-lhe assim) tenho de me resignar e tentar manter a calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A incerteza aparece logo a seguir porque nada está decidido e isso ainda me irrita mais, não saber ao certo qual o rumo que as coisas vão tomar e ver que as pessoas que têm de decidir não o fazem porque não querem, ou porque não sabem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Assim está o meu último dia antes das férias depois vem o mês de Setembro e vamos ver o que acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-1963512307690153608?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/1963512307690153608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=1963512307690153608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/1963512307690153608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/1963512307690153608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/08/desiluso-e-incerteza.html' title='Desilusão e incerteza'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-4978792486291490645</id><published>2008-07-31T13:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:49:10.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzv9R5kFnLk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzv9R5kFnLk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes não deixamos ficar alguma coisa pelo intervalo, pensamos que depois voltamos e pomos ao inicio não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há coisas ou situações em que é impossível regressar ficamos a meio e já não dá mais para voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim ao longo da vida vamos deixando coisas inacabadas, e a maior parte das vezes somos os únicos culpados porque deixamos sempre para depois o que devíamos fazer naquela hora, naquele instante, tudo tem o seu tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-4978792486291490645?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/4978792486291490645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=4978792486291490645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/4978792486291490645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/4978792486291490645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/07/quantas-vezes-no-deixamos-ficar-alguma.html' title='Intervalo'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-7149224758526611699</id><published>2008-07-30T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:52:17.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8H1uEjDxBQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8H1uEjDxBQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro a música, a letra, a melodia, tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-7149224758526611699?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/7149224758526611699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=7149224758526611699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/7149224758526611699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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social, não importa, acabamos por errar até mais que uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Simplesmente naquele dado momento o que fazemos é o mais acertado, mas de repente basta mudar uma pequena coisa para que aquilo que pensámos ser o mais correcto se transformar num erro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Adquirindo experiência de vida será talvez a única forma de evitar cometer mais erros, por outro lado para se adquirir essa experiência a única maneira será cometê-los!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Será que em alguma altura poderemos ter a certeza que a decisão que tomamos é a mais certa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-8521901228628825585?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-7666197256128226196</id><published>2008-07-28T00:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:41:58.351Z</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SI0HYcDWIeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TfbHeVomJ-w/s1600-h/0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227842858875494882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SI0HYcDWIeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TfbHeVomJ-w/s320/0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Deixo livre todas as coisas que mais amo, se voltarem é porque consegui conquistá-las, se não voltarem é porque nunca as possuí".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-7666197256128226196?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/7666197256128226196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=7666197256128226196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/7666197256128226196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/7666197256128226196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/07/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SI0HYcDWIeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TfbHeVomJ-w/s72-c/0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-2933964498595202275</id><published>2008-07-26T15:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:27:11.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo_0UXRY_rY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/2933964498595202275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/2933964498595202275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/07/httpbr.html' title=''/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-8495732710041944579</id><published>2008-07-25T23:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:41:58.593Z</updated><title type='text'>O amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SIpTZazO9GI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NPILf39Jf9o/s1600-h/0061.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227082013672928354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SIpTZazO9GI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NPILf39Jf9o/s320/0061.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SIpTC9Szh3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/vI2Mb9UYcUc/s1600-h/0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por vezes nem damos conta, nem nos apercebemos que quando amamos verdadeiramente temos sempre tempo para esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E esperamos simplesmente, por um encontro, por uma palavra, por um sorriso, por um carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nada nos faz desistir, é mais fácil esperar que ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;É mais fácil pensar que esquecer. E sonhamos, sonhamos sem fim porque é mais fácil, custa mais perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E temos tempo, temos sempre tempo para sonhar, para esperar, porque para quem vive assim é muito mais facil viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-8495732710041944579?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/8495732710041944579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=8495732710041944579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/8495732710041944579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/8495732710041944579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-amor.html' title='O amor'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SIpTZazO9GI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NPILf39Jf9o/s72-c/0061.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-8198785189502619283</id><published>2008-07-24T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:41:58.853Z</updated><title type='text'>Perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SIh6hcATfhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dBtSyI6NLiU/s1600-h/2034797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226562082435202578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SIh6hcATfhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dBtSyI6NLiU/s320/2034797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olhar o mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouvir o seu som,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheirar o seu perfume,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixar-me inundar pela imensa água,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por um momento esquecer tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixar-me levar pelas ondas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encontrar o seu lugar mais profundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentir, tocar e  ser invadida por uma calma imensa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O mar é perfeito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz-me tão bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-8198785189502619283?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/8198785189502619283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=8198785189502619283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/8198785189502619283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/8198785189502619283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfeito.html' title='Perfeito'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/SIh6hcATfhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dBtSyI6NLiU/s72-c/2034797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017935623369679817.post-5992416438432492199</id><published>2008-07-23T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:40:30.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo blog</title><content type='html'>O meu novo cantinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitem-me e comentem as minhas "palavrinhas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017935623369679817-5992416438432492199?l=palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/feeds/5992416438432492199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017935623369679817&amp;postID=5992416438432492199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5992416438432492199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017935623369679817/posts/default/5992416438432492199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavras-de-mim.blogspot.com/2008/07/novo-blog.html' title='Novo blog'/><author><name>sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12769645997396725155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNeszvhVMNk/So8xckrdu1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Kt86UCO_Gjw/S220/IM000278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
