<?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-161244282362440808</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:51:14.420Z</updated><category term='Vivemos presos por mil e um fios...'/><category term='Para ti...'/><category term='Hoje...'/><title type='text'>Traços de nós</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-7868236964328118417</id><published>2010-07-17T23:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:00:29.105+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivemos presos por mil e um fios...'/><title type='text'>Vivemos presos por mil e um fios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIyBS1DFHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/iFCvvj9Xfx4/s1600/DSC03590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495009493161022578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIyBS1DFHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/iFCvvj9Xfx4/s400/DSC03590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Já Sentiste a tua vida presa por mil e um fios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Há dias asSIm... não há?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Onde tu 'moves-te', sem saber como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sem saber porque? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sem vontade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pareces uma marioneta, nas mãos daqueles imperialistas, senhores do mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É a vida, é o que dizem!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Parece que nascemos, para sermos conduzidos assim... como os outros querem... e não como tu queres!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E pior, temos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;que aceitar este tipo de tratamento... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Acho que não nos deviamos deixar aprisionar assim... UTOPIA?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Talvez... mas acima de tudo... Sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sonho de podermos voar sem medo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;podermos realizar os nossos mais profundos desejos, sem ter medo de perder a nossa casa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sonho de podermos ser felizes... porque somos pessoas realizadas!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sonho... &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/161244282362440808-7868236964328118417?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/7868236964328118417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=7868236964328118417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/7868236964328118417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/7868236964328118417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2010/07/ja-sentiste-tua-vida-presa-por-mil-e-um.html' title='Vivemos presos por mil e um fios...'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIyBS1DFHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/iFCvvj9Xfx4/s72-c/DSC03590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-7450688987695416094</id><published>2009-09-17T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:44:35.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É o teu aniversário</title><content type='html'>Há dias especiais..Há dias que nos tocam, que nos dizem. Nem todos os dias são assim, há aqueles que como que nos provocam por dentro, nos deixam revoltados, nos deixam cair...e é dificil levantar-se, mas hoje não é um desses dias..não não é. Hoje é o aniversário da minha Frôfita.. não digo quantos são porque não se diz a idade de uma menina..este é um post de aniversário da minha Frôfita, este é um post que fala da minha alegria, que fala da minha felicidade não só pelo aniversário, mas por tudo o que ela nos proporciona..hoje celebro o nascimento daquela que amo..hoje também faço anos..faço anos que sou feliz..porque ela nasceu..Beijocas grandes Frôfita &lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/161244282362440808-7450688987695416094?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/7450688987695416094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=7450688987695416094' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/7450688987695416094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/7450688987695416094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-teu-aniversario.html' title='É o teu aniversário'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01595582600188324966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gm_N82oeddQ/R-UD7B1My5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/36AFN5AiRFs/S220/1140162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-680693917583809681</id><published>2009-01-30T14:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:49:20.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Os dias 'Presos'... como Hoje!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SYMSxUS40OI/AAAAAAAAAVw/FaV_7_ynM_g/s1600-h/heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297098225188655330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SYMSxUS40OI/AAAAAAAAAVw/FaV_7_ynM_g/s400/heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fica Alerta... Coração!!!! Hoje FICA!!!&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/161244282362440808-680693917583809681?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/680693917583809681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=680693917583809681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/680693917583809681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/680693917583809681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2009/01/os-dias-presos-como-hoje-i.html' title='Os dias &apos;Presos&apos;... como Hoje!!'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SYMSxUS40OI/AAAAAAAAAVw/FaV_7_ynM_g/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-8740167878945906986</id><published>2008-10-22T19:16:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:47:55.135+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje...'/><title type='text'>Esta foi para mim... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SP90OGdTieI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JXJA0ChudNA/s1600-h/1110387270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260050675392547298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SP90OGdTieI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JXJA0ChudNA/s400/1110387270.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Muros de betão são derrubados com a vontade da União, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oceanos sem fim e sem fundo parecem pequenos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;comparados com o poder infinito do Amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O Tempo pode ser difícil de Vencer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mas ele também não existe para se vencer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Existe para se Viver!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tu e Eu... Nós... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SEMPRE!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Bi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Há dias, como Hoje, onde o trabalho não nos leva Tudo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Por vezes, levamos cada 'Lapada', e cada 'Empurrão' que nos fazem desviar do nosso rumo... até nos fazem esquecer que existe um mundo lá fora!! :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mas, Felizmente, surgem de vez em quando, estes pequenos GRANDES gestos... assim como este :) ...que nos recordam o Importante da Vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ser Feliz... SIM!! ...sim, porque sou Amada!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Obrigada Bi :)*&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/161244282362440808-8740167878945906986?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/8740167878945906986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=8740167878945906986' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/8740167878945906986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/8740167878945906986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/10/esta-foi-para-mim.html' title='Esta foi para mim... :)'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SP90OGdTieI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JXJA0ChudNA/s72-c/1110387270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-2783454305372648043</id><published>2008-10-21T19:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:04:11.577+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para ti...'/><title type='text'>Enquanto aguardo que a Nossa Hora chegue*...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amo como ama o Amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar, senão amar. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;                                                                                                               Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259684004847710418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SP4mvEPAcNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xQsoM26yDu4/s400/bebe1.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;...mais palavras para quê???? :)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/161244282362440808-2783454305372648043?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/2783454305372648043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=2783454305372648043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/2783454305372648043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/2783454305372648043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/10/enquanto-aguardo-que-nossa-hora-chegue.html' title='Enquanto aguardo que a Nossa Hora chegue*...'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SP4mvEPAcNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xQsoM26yDu4/s72-c/bebe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-6013552588695933088</id><published>2008-10-15T13:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:42:13.642+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje...'/><title type='text'>SÊ FELIZ... MAS SIM... HOJE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sem tempo pra mais, mas com a vontade de vos deixar aqui algo... pra pensar!!?? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VER Deus... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É Ver Alegria e Amor no teu Rosto... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no teu... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no teu... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no teu... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no teu também... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no teu... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no teu... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no teu... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nos infinitos teus!! :)*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257358927670514594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SPXkFwyHk6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/9xPUwfOIm5c/s400/bebe12.jpg" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tem um dia Feliz *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hakunamatata...&lt;/span&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/161244282362440808-6013552588695933088?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/6013552588695933088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=6013552588695933088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/6013552588695933088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/6013552588695933088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-feliz-mas-sim-hoje.html' title='SÊ FELIZ... MAS SIM... HOJE!!!!'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SPXkFwyHk6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/9xPUwfOIm5c/s72-c/bebe12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-9924045954779836</id><published>2008-10-11T11:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:33:42.070+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SPCA0Be34bI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yp-eZpIcknU/s1600-h/048_D675~Winnie-the-Pooh-y-las-cuatro-estaciones-Disney-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255842396380848562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SPCA0Be34bI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yp-eZpIcknU/s400/048_D675~Winnie-the-Pooh-y-las-cuatro-estaciones-Disney-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Amor aguenta tudo... faça chuva, faça sol... aguenta!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;...mantem-se Vivo, Presente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não O Vês???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SPCA0Be34bI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yp-eZpIcknU/s72-c/048_D675~Winnie-the-Pooh-y-las-cuatro-estaciones-Disney-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-7884631592039740967</id><published>2008-10-09T11:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:39:44.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a Ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Como se alguém pudesse compreender… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não sei bem do que falo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mas talvez seja esse o motivo, pelo qual seja difícil de compreender… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ou melhor, até sei do que falo!!&lt;br /&gt;Sim!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Falo de ti, de mim, de nós, do meu, do teu, do nosso!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Falo de tudo aquilo que é Bom na Vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falo daquilo que tal como o oxigénio, não se vê, mas dá vida!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SIM… Falo do AMOR!! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255100700495741794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SO3ePo_0g2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/8BItzIirZrc/s400/PEA0321~Peanuts-Celebrate-the-Little-Things-Posters.jpg" 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Ti...'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SO3ePo_0g2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/8BItzIirZrc/s72-c/PEA0321~Peanuts-Celebrate-the-Little-Things-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-3859012227113973458</id><published>2008-10-07T08:52:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:17:50.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje...'/><title type='text'>Despertar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hoje acordei assim, contente mas melancolica, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;não perguntes porquê?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;...mas adoro dias asssim, adoro acordar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;e ouvir a chuva a cair lá fora... faz pensar e reconhecer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Bem... e hoje, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;apeteceu-me dedicar este bocadinho a ti... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;vou ser 'curta'... prometo!! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não se pode Viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;com um NÃO no coração! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não se pode!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/161244282362440808-3859012227113973458?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/3859012227113973458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=3859012227113973458' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/3859012227113973458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/3859012227113973458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-acordei-assimcontentemelancolicano.html' title='Despertar...'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SOsZBGjUI1I/AAAAAAAAATk/0AeC4ZSHWVc/s72-c/PEA0337~Peanuts-Think-Big-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-1972110872193491126</id><published>2008-09-07T22:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:20:38.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha primeira vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Era sábado...o sol brilhava, corria uma leve brisa...Pelo menos era o que dizia o serviço de metereologia. A vontade de sair não existia..entre jogos de ps2 e entre migalhas de bolachas lá se fazia a vida. O tempo passa tão rápido quanto um cubo de gelo derrete ao sol..já era de noite. Da varanda via a lua, com uma luz tão bonita..decidi sair. As pessoas caminhavam, outras na esplanada a beber palavras, por entre o café e as águas. Dei por mim a olhar para uma montra de um banco. Via-me só a mim...Sozinho. Não é que nunca tivesse chegado a essa conclusão mas é melhor quando temos alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;O video é pobre em palavras..Acho que a música chega para perceber onde pretendo chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah, quando a imagem ficar preta não desliguem pois a música ainda continua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-86bb070d68870cc4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D86bb070d68870cc4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331593269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17D000BDBA4D92E070BD9535F26F577D10D57054.67EA44B83DBAB9DDEEFC56F0BDE3F272D0820C70%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D86bb070d68870cc4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOGuiNE06yN1gtJK8hr57uy9NbC4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D86bb070d68870cc4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331593269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17D000BDBA4D92E070BD9535F26F577D10D57054.67EA44B83DBAB9DDEEFC56F0BDE3F272D0820C70%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D86bb070d68870cc4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOGuiNE06yN1gtJK8hr57uy9NbC4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/161244282362440808-1972110872193491126?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=86bb070d68870cc4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/1972110872193491126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=1972110872193491126' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/1972110872193491126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/1972110872193491126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/09/minha-primeira-vez.html' title='A minha primeira vez...'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01595582600188324966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gm_N82oeddQ/R-UD7B1My5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/36AFN5AiRFs/S220/1140162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-7914176057716699417</id><published>2008-07-19T10:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:07:14.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando nos 'batem' á porta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SIGuSZbqECI/AAAAAAAAAMo/soqu7BC65uI/s1600-h/1110387270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224648673814253602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SIGuSZbqECI/AAAAAAAAAMo/soqu7BC65uI/s400/1110387270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Arriscar... ou Não Arriscar?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É a questão!!&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/161244282362440808-7914176057716699417?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/7914176057716699417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=7914176057716699417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/7914176057716699417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/7914176057716699417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/07/quando-nos-batem-porta.html' title='Quando nos &apos;batem&apos; á porta...'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SIGuSZbqECI/AAAAAAAAAMo/soqu7BC65uI/s72-c/1110387270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-2032985027614155857</id><published>2008-05-06T17:23:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:40:39.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SCCHCAehwdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WUBWdmQqFzg/s1600-h/amor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197302438543081938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SCCHCAehwdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WUBWdmQqFzg/s320/amor3.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu costumo deixar muitas coisas para amanhã…&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje, acordei com uma pergunta a ‘badalar’ na minha cabeça…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-“E se não houver amanhã?”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Então, hoje eu quero parar um pouco… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Parar para ouvir-te melhor!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…ouvir as tuas ideias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ouvir o que tens para me dizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;observar os teus gestos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;guardar o teu tom de voz…&lt;br /&gt;Porque… se não houver amanhã… &lt;/span&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;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu quero saber qual é a tua cor preferida, as tuas flores predilectas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;a música que mais gostas de ouvir…&lt;br /&gt;Porque… se não houver amanhã… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu quero gravar em mim o teu sorriso, o teu jeito de ser, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;as tuas manias, os teus hábitos, os teus gostos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Hoje vou sentar-me contigo… e em silêncio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;vamos ouvir o mundo… sem pressa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje! Porque, eu sempre deixo Tudo para um amanhã, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;mas esse amanhã… é apenas uma promessa e o Hoje é Presente!&lt;br /&gt;Assim, se não houver amanhã… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Quero conhecer os teus receios, as tuas dúvidas, as tuas certezas… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;E se hoje, te afastares de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;vou dar-te as mãos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;e pedir que fiques mais um pouco ao meu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, eu costumo deixar as palavras gentis para dizer amanhã, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;carinhos para fazer amanhã, muita atenção para te dar amanhã… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;mas o amanhã talvez não nos encontre juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por isso, não quero deixar nada para amanhã…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pois se o amanhã chegar e não nos encontrar juntos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;saberás tudo o que sou e sinto… e eu saberei tudo de ti… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nada ficará pendente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talvez o amanhã não chegará para nós, mas sei que o Hoje SIM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje eu posso dizer-te o quanto ÉS em mim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, se não houver amanhã… &lt;/span&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/161244282362440808-2032985027614155857?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/2032985027614155857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=2032985027614155857' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/2032985027614155857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/2032985027614155857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/05/carta-ao-amor.html' title='Carta para ti...'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SCCHCAehwdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WUBWdmQqFzg/s72-c/amor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-3989043325515978870</id><published>2008-04-17T18:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:22:02.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a ti, solidão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SAeGhdxVygI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-lsHNsjmB4Y/s1600-h/banco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190265005053168130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SAeGhdxVygI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-lsHNsjmB4Y/s320/banco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Escrevo-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;olhando a rua e tomando um café junto a ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Passa gente que não me vê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Não importam os rostos. Importa sim, o movimento das ruas que sigo com o olhar através da janela que me separa do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O homem que me serve, conhece-me de vir cá todos os dias contigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Já conhece o meu rosto mas parece não te conhecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Talvez seja de vires mais tarde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Quase quando estou a sair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hoje escrevo-te para te dizer que te esperarei amanhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Também amanhã, como hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;No mesmo lugar, na mesma mesa, no mesmo café, como sempre, eu, vestida com o cinzento casaco que não me larga e de rosto sombrio que me habita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Espero-te." :')&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/161244282362440808-3989043325515978870?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/3989043325515978870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=3989043325515978870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/3989043325515978870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/3989043325515978870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/04/carta-ti-solido.html' title='Carta a ti, solidão.'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/SAeGhdxVygI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-lsHNsjmB4Y/s72-c/banco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-8139999045662159079</id><published>2008-04-07T18:45:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:00:10.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto não é para se perceber... Vive-se!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_pftJRHF7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/77HIhcWYmSs/s1600-h/baby6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186563150056986546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_pftJRHF7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/77HIhcWYmSs/s400/baby6.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sabes… Há coisas que não são para se “perceberem”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por exemplo, o Amor! O Amor é uma delas… O Amor é uma coisa, e a nossa “vidinha” é outra… essa às vezes mata o Amor! O Amor não se percebe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Acho que Não é para perceber… não temos capacidade para O entender!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;…Sinto que tenho uma coisa para te dizer, mas não sei como hei-de dizê-la… sei que percebo muito pouco do que sinto… mas mesmo assim, tenho de dizê-lo!! Mesmo que não compreendas o que digo…&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em falar-te do que sinto… do Amor!! Descrever-to talvez… não sei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tu já sentis-te o Amor?! Sabes como é…?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;…aquele ‘aperto cá dentro’, que nos faz desatar a correr atrás do que não se sabe, do que não se apanha, do que não se larga… e sim, não se compreende. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sentes que vives. Sentes!! Alegras-te... Entristeces-te… enfim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sentes que o Amor é uma verdade! O Amor é um estado de quem sente... O Amor é algo nosso... que parte de nós… é condição!! Daí a ilusão aparecer-nos, às vezes, a bater á portinha do coração, pedindo para entrar... penso que uma ilusão assim até é bonita, porque não nos faz mal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que se invente e sonhe o que se quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sim… O Amor é uma coisa, a ‘vidinha’ é outra. A realidade pode matar, mas o amor é sempre mais… mais bonito. Bem sabemos como o coração, prega partidas… guarda, o que escapa das nossas mãos. Não… não é para perceber … mas também não se pode resistir... nem desistir!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_pgJZRHF8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/MpAB6m0dC0M/s1600-h/princ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186563635388291010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_pgJZRHF8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/MpAB6m0dC0M/s400/princ.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pensei em falar-te de tudo isto, que está cá dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e que custa a descrever… custa mais do que parece!! Percebes?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Talvez não tenha conseguido descrever-te o que sinto e que anseio por te dizer, talvez não percebeste o que é para mim o Amor… eu sei a culpa é minha!! Usei apenas palavras, quando o Amor é muito mais que isso!! Mas olha, são apenas as minhas palavras, mas são para ti…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;...olha estou um pouco confusa... :) eh... eh... eh...&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/161244282362440808-8139999045662159079?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/8139999045662159079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=8139999045662159079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/8139999045662159079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/8139999045662159079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/04/isto-no-para-se-perceber-vive-se.html' title='Isto não é para se perceber... Vive-se!!'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_pftJRHF7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/77HIhcWYmSs/s72-c/baby6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-6785384136603312800</id><published>2008-04-05T10:58:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:38:44.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queres ser meu amigo??...então tens que ler e reler este livro!! Esta é a minha parte preferida... Qual é a tua? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_dUFpRHF4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lkXBX0skxyE/s1600-h/fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_dRh5RHF2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/IcjHuZ9DTKo/s1600-h/saintex3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185703138690537314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="324" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_dRh5RHF2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/IcjHuZ9DTKo/s400/saintex3.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E foi então que apareceu a raposa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Bom dia, disse a raposa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Bom dia, respondeu polidamente o principezinho, que se voltou, mas não viu nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Eu estou aqui, disse a voz, debaixo da macieira... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Quem és tu? perguntou o principezinho. Tu és bem bonita... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Sou uma raposa, disse a raposa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Vem brincar comigo, propôs o principezinho. Estou tão triste... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Eu não posso brincar contigo, disse a raposa. não me cativaram ainda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Ah! desculpa, disse o principezinho. Após uma reflexão, acrescentou: - Que quer dizer "cativar"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Tu não és daqui, disse a raposa. Que procuras? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Procuro os homens, disse o principezinho. Que quer dizer "cativar"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Os homens, disse a raposa, têm fuzis e caçam. É bem incômodo! Criam galinhas também. É a única coisa interessante que fazem. Tu procuras galinhas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Não, disse o principezinho. Eu procuro amigos. Que quer dizer "cativar"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;É uma coisa muito esquecida, disse a raposa. Significa "criar laços..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Criar laços? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Exatamente, disse a raposa. Tu não és para mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil outros garotos. E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens também necessidade de mim. Não passo a teus olhos de uma raposa igual a cem mil outras raposas. Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Serás para mim único no mundo. E eu serei para ti única no mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Começo a compreender, disse o principezinho. Existe uma flor... eu creio que ela me cativou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- É possível, disse a raposa. Vê-se tanta coisa na Terra... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Oh! não foi na Terra, disse o principezinho. A raposa pareceu intrigada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Num outro planeta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Há caçadores nesse planeta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Que bom! E galinhas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Também não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185703499467790194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_dR25RHF3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tJ0_njHgaMU/s400/pfox.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Nada é perfeito, suspirou a raposa.Mas a raposa voltou à sua idéia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Minha vida é monótona. Eu caço as galinhas e os homens me caçam. Todas as galinhas se parecem e todos os homens se parecem também. E por isso eu me aborreço um pouco. Mas se tu me cativas, minha vida será como que cheia de sol. Conhecerei um barulho de passos que será diferente dos outros. Os outros passos me fazem entrar e baixo da terra. O teu me chamará para fora da toca, como se fosse música. E depois, olha! Vês, lá longe, os campos de trigo? Eu não como pão. O trigo para mim é inútil. Os campos de trigo não me lembram coisa alguma. E isso é triste! Mas tu tens cabelos cor de ouro. Então será maravilhoso quando me tiveres cativado. O trigo, que é dourado, fará lembrar-me de ti. E eu amarei o barulho do vento no trigo... A raposa calou-se e considerou por muito tempo o príncipe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Por favor... cativa-me! disse ela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Bem quisera, disse o principezinho, mas eu não tenho muito tempo. Tenho amigos a descobrir e muitas coisas a conhecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- A gente só conhece bem as coisas que cativou, disse a raposa. Os homens não têm mais tempo de conhecer alguma coisa. Compram tudo prontinho nas lojas. Mas como não existem lojas de amigos, os homens não têm mais amigos. Se tu queres um amigo, cativa-me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Que é preciso fazer? perguntou o principezinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- É preciso ser paciente, respondeu a raposa. Tu te sentarás primeiro um pouco longe de mim, assim, na relva. Eu te olharei com o canto do olho e tu não dirás nada. A linguagem é uma fonte de mal-entendidos. Mas, cada dia, te sentarás mais perto... No dia seguinte o principezinho voltou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Teria sido melhor voltares à mesma hora, disse a raposa. Se tu vens, por exemplo, às quatro da tarde, desde as três eu começarei a ser feliz. Quanto mais a hora for chegando, mais eu me sentirei feliz. Às quatro horas, então, estarei inquieta e agitada: descobrirei o preço da felicidade! Mas se tu vens a qualquer momento, nunca saberei a hora de preparar o coração... É preciso ritos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Que é um rito? perguntou o principezinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- É uma coisa muito esquecida também, disse a raposa. É o que faz com que um dia seja diferente dos outros dias; uma hora, das outras horas. Os meus caçadores, por exemplo, possuem um rito. Dançam na quinta-feira com as moças da aldeia. A quinta-feira então é o dia maravilhoso! Vou passear até a vinha. Se os caçadores dançassem qualquer dia, os dias seriam todos iguais, e eu não teria férias!ssim o principezinho cativou a raposa. Mas, quando chegou a hora da partida, a raposa disse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Ah! Eu vou chorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- A culpa é tua, disse o principezinho, eu não queria te fazer mal; mas tu quiseste que eu te cativasse... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Quis, disse a raposa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Mas tu vais chorar! disse o principezinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Vou, disse a raposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Então, não sais lucrando nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Eu lucro, disse a raposa, por causa da cor do trigo. Depois ela acrescentou: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Vai rever as rosas. Tu compreenderás que a tua é a única no mundo. Tu voltarás para me dizer adeus, e eu te farei presente de um segredo. Foi o principezinho rever as rosas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Vós não sois absolutamente iguais à minha rosa, vós não sois nada ainda. Ninguém ainda vos cativou, nem cativastes a ninguém. Sois como era a minha raposa. Era uma raposa igual a cem mil outras. Mas eu fiz dela um amigo. Ela á agora única no mundo. E as rosas estavam desapontadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Sois belas, mas vazias, disse ele ainda. Não se pode morrer por vós. Minha rosa, sem dúvida um transeunte qualquer pensaria que se parece convosco. Ela sozinha é, porém, mais importante que vós todas, pois foi a ela que eu reguei. Foi a ela que pus sob a redoma. Foi a ela que abriguei com o pára-vento. Foi dela que eu matei as larvas (exceto duas ou três por causa das borboletas). Foi a ela que eu escutei queixar-se ou gabar-se, ou mesmo calar-se algumas vezes. É a minha rosa. E voltou, então, à raposa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Adeus, disse ele... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Adeus, disse a raposa. Eis o meu segredo. É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- O essencial é invisível para os olhos, repetiu o principezinho, a fim de se lembrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Foi o tempo que perdeste com tua rosa que fez tua rosa tão importante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Foi o tempo que eu perdi com a minha rosa... repetiu o principezinho, a fim de se lembrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Os homens esqueceram essa verdade, disse a raposa. Mas tu não a deves esquecer. Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas. Tu és responsável pela rosa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Eu sou responsável pela minha rosa... repetiu o principezinho, a fim de se lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Antoine de Sain-Exupéry&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/161244282362440808-6785384136603312800?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/6785384136603312800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=6785384136603312800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/6785384136603312800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/6785384136603312800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/04/queres-ser-meu-amigo-ento-tens-que-ler.html' title='Queres ser meu amigo??...então tens que ler e reler este livro!! Esta é a minha parte preferida... Qual é a tua? :)'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R_dRh5RHF2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/IcjHuZ9DTKo/s72-c/saintex3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-2548162898846320759</id><published>2008-03-15T09:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:50:23.165Z</updated><title type='text'>Quero que mores em mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R9uUpvROfRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q6s3cW86FWU/s1600-h/ruelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177895641376783634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R9uUpvROfRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q6s3cW86FWU/s400/ruelas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Segue… segue as escadas…&lt;br /&gt;Vês uma casita ao longe??!! Vês!! É essa a minha casita… entra!!&lt;br /&gt;Vá... não tenhas medo… não fiques aí especado á porta… Entra!&lt;br /&gt;A casa é tua… Entra!! E então?! Que vês??&lt;br /&gt;…não te vás já embora!! Espera um pouco… experimenta… deixa-te estar aqui um bocadinho!!&lt;br /&gt;Mora aqui por uns instantes! … até saberes o que queres…&lt;br /&gt;Chiuuu… ouves?? É o teu coração a bater… ouve!! Talvez ele te diga se este é o teu lugar… se já chegaste ao fim do inicio da tua viagem!! …tas a ouvir?!! Que é que ele te diz??&lt;br /&gt;Ouves outro coração a bater??!! Sim… é o meu!! Agora também é teu!! Sabes o que ele diz?? Sim… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;-"quero que mores em mim para sempre!!" :)&lt;/span&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/161244282362440808-2548162898846320759?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/2548162898846320759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=2548162898846320759' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/2548162898846320759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/2548162898846320759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/03/segue-segue-as-escadas-vs-uma-casita-ao.html' title='Quero que mores em mim...'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R9uUpvROfRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q6s3cW86FWU/s72-c/ruelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161244282362440808.post-2649569491906359761</id><published>2008-03-14T17:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:51:18.741Z</updated><title type='text'>Aceitas??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R9q2S_ROfPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5_hdhnFa0Oc/s1600-h/dar_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177651158953393394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R9q2S_ROfPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5_hdhnFa0Oc/s400/dar_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Aceitas????&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/161244282362440808-2649569491906359761?l=wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/feeds/2649569491906359761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=161244282362440808&amp;postID=2649569491906359761' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/2649569491906359761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/161244282362440808/posts/default/2649569491906359761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwtracosdenos.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Aceitas??'/><author><name>verinha:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131761544978919553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/TEIwpw19h4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sSTsMzm_IaU/S220/DSC08820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Med1PpaWGpQ/R9q2S_ROfPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5_hdhnFa0Oc/s72-c/dar_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
