<?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-4382931341439395127</id><updated>2012-01-12T02:36:02.078Z</updated><category term='Mundo Sentido'/><category term='Premios'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='Desafios'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Mundo em grande'/><category term='Raiva'/><title type='text'>O pequeno mundo de A...</title><subtitle type='html'>Alguns pequenos momentos do meu pequeno mundo... Muito privado...muito meu...muito sentido...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2032246163417921135</id><published>2008-09-11T22:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:58:16.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The more that I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The more I know that love belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With you in my mind boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wouldn't know what's right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cos love will takeover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And baby let your conscience go&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back when love takes hold&lt;br /&gt;Hold me baby, drive me crazy   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Touch Me (All Night Long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dennis Cathy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-2032246163417921135?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2032246163417921135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2032246163417921135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2032246163417921135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2032246163417921135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-that-i-see-you-more-i-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-1022960861292809913</id><published>2008-08-23T17:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:33:28.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Era tão bom conseguir sentir o que diz Al Berto.... Era tão bom um dia poder sentir assim...&lt;br /&gt;Era tão bom precisar só de mim....&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu...eu só cultivo a saudade da minha estrela, do meu mundo, dos meus pensamentos. Hoje já não são meus...mas eu cultivo-os, rego-os, podo-os, vejo-os crescer para tomarem conta de mim a cada instante. E não sei como, não sei porquê...mas tenho a consciência pura de que será eterno este sentir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-1022960861292809913?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/1022960861292809913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=1022960861292809913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1022960861292809913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1022960861292809913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8002078176196675917</id><published>2008-08-22T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:10:08.908+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Ofício de Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.astormentas.com/media/Al%20Berto.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt; Al Berto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ofício de Amar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não necessito de ti&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a companhia nocturna dos animais e a peste&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o grão doente das cidades erguidas no princípio&lt;br /&gt;De outras galáxias, e o remorso.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....um dia pressenti a música estelar das pedras&lt;br /&gt;abandonei-me ao silencio.....&lt;br /&gt;é lentíssimo este amor progredindo com o bater do coração&lt;br /&gt;não, não preciso mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;possuo a doença dos espaços incomensuráveis&lt;br /&gt;e os secretos poços dos nómadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ascendo ao conhecimento pleno do meu deserto&lt;br /&gt;deixei de estar disponível, perdoa-me&lt;br /&gt;se cultivo regularmente a saudade do meu próprio corpo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-8002078176196675917?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8002078176196675917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8002078176196675917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8002078176196675917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8002078176196675917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/08/ofcio-de-amar.html' title='Ofício de Amar'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5535327841523777929</id><published>2008-05-09T21:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:13:51.721+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Confusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="text"&gt;"A miséria tem muitas coisas para lhe dar que a felicidade não pode  dar. De fato, a felicidade tira muitas coisas de você. A felicidade tira tudo  aquilo que você sempre teve, tudo aquilo que você sempre foi, a felicidade lhe  destrói."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiquei confundida ao ler isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"A miséria lhe torna especial. Felicidade é um fenómeno universal, não há nada  especial sobre ela. As árvores são felizes e os animais são felizes e os  pássaros são felizes. Toda existência é feliz, excepto o homem. Sendo miserável,  o homem se torna muito especial, extraordinário."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiquei ainda mais confundida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se é "melhor" e mais "especial"  e nos torna "extraordinários" ser infeliz, porque raio continuo numa busca constante da minha felicidade? Se calhar foi desta que enlouqueci de vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4382931341439395127-5535327841523777929?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5535327841523777929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5535327841523777929&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5535327841523777929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5535327841523777929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/05/confuso.html' title='Confusão'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-987927344375125283</id><published>2008-05-02T15:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:55:56.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Milan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/milan.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylish and sophisticated, you want to enjoy a truly European life - away from tourists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milan fits you perfectly. Great shopping, high quality food, lots of culture... with very little hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-987927344375125283?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/987927344375125283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=987927344375125283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/987927344375125283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/987927344375125283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-belong-in-milan-stylish-and.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4056583861145318523</id><published>2008-04-25T22:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:12:42.880+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Nada é por acaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mlIJGRWnwY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mlIJGRWnwY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-4056583861145318523?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4056583861145318523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4056583861145318523&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4056583861145318523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4056583861145318523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/04/nada-por-acaso.html' title='Nada é por acaso'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4344258586221028724</id><published>2008-04-23T16:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:56:36.406+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Pessoas diferentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="ecstyle3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);" lang="EN-US"&gt;“Good actions give strength to ourselves and inspire good actions in others.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Quem me dera conseguir &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fazer mais&lt;/span&gt;... Quem me dera poder ser para &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;além &lt;/span&gt;do que sou...Quem me dera ver que afinal as minhas boas acções &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inspiram &lt;/span&gt;pelo menos aqueles que me são mais próximos, ou foram. Principalmente magoa-me saber que tudo o que se faz por algumas pessoas é &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esquecido&lt;/span&gt; e deitado ao vento, como se de migalhas se tratasse, ou nem mesmo de migalhas. Quando faço, quando dou, quando ajudo, não estou á espera de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;retribuição&lt;/span&gt;, mas concerteza absoluta também não estava à espera de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;facadas nas costas. &lt;/span&gt;Mas...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;há pessoas&lt;/span&gt; para as quais só seremos importantes quando precisam, quando se sentem sozinhas, quando...&lt;br /&gt;Há também as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;outras&lt;/span&gt;, aquelas que valem mesmo a pena, todas as acções, todos os esforços, tudo. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que valem tudo! &lt;/span&gt;E é por essas que vou mantendo a "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fé"&lt;/span&gt;, que vou fazendo boas acções, que vou tendo força para continuar. Mas que magoa perceber o que as primeiras são capazes de fazer...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não há duvida nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-4344258586221028724?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4344258586221028724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4344258586221028724&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4344258586221028724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4344258586221028724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/04/pessoas-diferentes.html' title='Pessoas diferentes'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-647437328776747231</id><published>2008-04-17T16:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:19:58.615+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Balão de Hélio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"sentia-se embriagada, como se um balão cheio de hélio tivesse esvaziado pelas suas narinas dentro, alguém desatara o nó, mandara o ar fora, possivelmente atado há algum tempo, e tudo o que está para além do tempo sem ter sido consumido na devida altura, pesa mais, doi mais, apodrece, perde qualidades, não serve de alimento a mais nada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri este paragrafo de um livro que já li há muito muito tempo, já nem sei bem quando...mas hoje fez mais sentido do que nunca. Hoje depois de ter "deitado fora" mágoas e palavras que já as devia ter proferido há muito tempo atrás, eu que nem sou de guardar nada, nem raiva, nem rancor, nem o que tenho para dizer, guardei. Por respeito, por "medo" talvez, por um motivo que nunca me dei ao trabalho de analisar, guardei, e foi o facto de ter guardado que me fez durante o tempo entre a acção e a reacção que no meu caso costumam ser quase imediatos doa a quem doer, que enchi o meu balão de hélio que ainda não tinha tido a coragem de desatar e me estava a consumir por dentro. Mas....e esta sim é a parte importante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOJE PASSOU-ME A EMBRIAGUEZ!&lt;br /&gt;GANHEI FOME DE NOVOS SENTIRES!&lt;br /&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/4382931341439395127-647437328776747231?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/647437328776747231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=647437328776747231&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/647437328776747231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/647437328776747231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/04/balo-de-hlio.html' title='Balão de Hélio'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4432544398228945610</id><published>2008-04-13T22:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:52:19.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Ventos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e quando menos se espera...tudo muda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Resta que a passagem do tempo na sua imensa sabedoria me mostre se para melhor ou para pior. Mas pensando bem...pior, pior...parece-me muito complicado. Por isso basta esperar que as mudanças não sejam tão drásticas que se tornem insuportáveis, que venham mais ao menos calmamente de forma a que me vá habituando a elas, que a seguir não tenham um revés qualquer o chamado "amoke" e volte tudo ao que era. Mas também...se assim for...por uns dias...senti os &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ventos da mudança&lt;/span&gt;... Podia já agora este vento que me bafeja trazer a brisa quente do verão, o cheiro do mar, noites quentes, estrelas no céu, levasse de vez a chuva e o mau tempo e o frio também podia ir a reboque... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Será que já é pedir muito???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4382931341439395127-4432544398228945610?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4432544398228945610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4432544398228945610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4432544398228945610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4432544398228945610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/04/ventos.html' title='Ventos'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2241482438285947676</id><published>2008-04-09T19:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:19:20.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>O Principio do Fim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_style3" style="font-size: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;“There will come a time when you  believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding: 0px 0px 5px; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;—Louis  L'Amour (1908–1988) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegará o momento em que vou sentir que é o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fim&lt;/span&gt;? Que já não resta &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;? Uma necessidade de &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;começar de novo&lt;/span&gt;, sem saber por onde começar. Com tantas pontas soltas é &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;impossivel &lt;/span&gt;seguir em frente, sentir que está tudo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arrumado&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;classificado&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entendido&lt;/span&gt;. Nada disto se passa! Não percebo nada, não consigo arrumar uma unica "gaveta", não consigo classificar informação "desprezível". Simplesmente não consigo passar á frente. Não consigo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esquecer&lt;/span&gt;! Não consigo entender! Não&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; me &lt;/span&gt;consigo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entender&lt;/span&gt;! Estou como o tempo...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Confuso&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-2241482438285947676?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2241482438285947676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2241482438285947676&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2241482438285947676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2241482438285947676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-principio-do-fim.html' title='O Principio do Fim.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-7556929685165561022</id><published>2008-04-01T22:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:48:27.639+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_style3"  style="text-align: center;font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;“Nothing is at last sacred but the  integrity of your own mind.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding: 0px 0px 5px; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;—Ralph  Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="padding: 0px 0px 5px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: left;font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E não! Não vou pensar nada, não vou imaginar mais nada, não vou sequer sonhar que podia ser, que desta vez podia acontecer. Já não quero pensar em mais nada! Só quero mesmo é não me desintegrar, porque apesar de tudo..."nada" pode ser melhor do que aquilo que o futuro me reservava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4382931341439395127-7556929685165561022?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/7556929685165561022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=7556929685165561022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7556929685165561022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7556929685165561022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/04/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-1285859129465613322</id><published>2008-03-21T23:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:23:11.088Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Escutar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_style3"  style="text-align: center;font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_style3"  style="text-align: center;font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;“Put your ear down close to your  soul and listen hard.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p   style="padding: 0px 0px 5px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;—Anne  Sexton (1928-1974), poet, writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="padding: 0px 0px 5px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Se mais pessoas conseguíssem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;escutar&lt;/span&gt; em vez de simplesmente &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Perceber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;em vez de dizer que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIM. &lt;/span&gt;Era tão mas tão mais fácil deixar o coração e a alma falarem e seríamos tão mais felizes...&lt;/span&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/4382931341439395127-1285859129465613322?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/1285859129465613322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=1285859129465613322&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1285859129465613322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1285859129465613322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/03/escutar.html' title='Escutar'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4257623284516193238</id><published>2008-03-08T20:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:46:24.484Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>"Quando damos conta de que são somente os conceitos que nos impedem de ver as coisas com clareza, paramos por fim de atribuir culpas aos factores externos e decidimos assumir a responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Então as portas se abrem para nós sem preferências, ne resistências e com infinitas possibilidades, não precisamos fazer esforço para que as coisas aconteçam...&lt;br /&gt;Recebemos inspiração e o nosso caminho se manifesta suave e directo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O melhor a fazer é mesmo assumir a responsabilidade pelo meu próprio caminho. As coisas só acontecem porque eu deixo que me magoem, porque confio, porque acredito, porque ainda não aprendi a distinguir....&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou encontrar o meu caminho!&lt;br /&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/4382931341439395127-4257623284516193238?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4257623284516193238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4257623284516193238&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4257623284516193238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4257623284516193238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/03/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2519969279663083417</id><published>2008-03-06T22:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:26:54.045Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Dias Negros</title><content type='html'>É quando tudo parece desabar e o mundo caí sobre a nossa cabeça, que no mais fundo de nós sabemos exactamente o valor dos que estão mais longe. E do longe se faz perto, e do silencio se fazem palavras sábias. No desespero de momentos que não queria meus...sobrevivo, ou tento, e procuro em mim força que não tenho, e esperança onde ela não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...os dias negros também fazem parte do caminho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-2519969279663083417?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2519969279663083417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2519969279663083417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2519969279663083417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2519969279663083417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/03/dias-negros.html' title='Dias Negros'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8350670320690047737</id><published>2008-03-03T18:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:01:59.227Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>JÁ NÃO!!!</title><content type='html'>É mesmo de onde menos se espera que chegam as piores desilusões!&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que sim, que a vida é mesmo assim! Mas se a vida é mesmo só isto...dá vontade de desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Para quê os princípios que nos incutiram na infância, para quê o valor da palavra dada, para quê? Ou será que já nada disso importa, será que já não nos regemos por princípios, por valores, por aquilo que está os não errado?&lt;br /&gt;Já não percebo nada! Já não consigo entender! Já não consigo dar desculpas aos erros que os outros cometem sem justificação, e que eu brandamente ou talvez ingenuamente desculpada e arranjava desculpas plausíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Já não consigo mais!&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente, nem eu própria consigo desculpar o indesculpável!&lt;br /&gt;JÁ NÃO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-8350670320690047737?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8350670320690047737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8350670320690047737&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8350670320690047737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8350670320690047737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/03/j-no.html' title='JÁ NÃO!!!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-953275389313490381</id><published>2008-01-02T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:21:51.310Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Passado</title><content type='html'>Este ano novo começou a reviver!&lt;br /&gt;E tem sido tão bom... Parece que fiz as pazes com o passado se é que alguma vez estivemos chateados, eu e o passado, mas tem sido muito muito muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;Reviver longincuo de 15 anos de ausência, reviver mais recente de alguns meses. Mas cada uma das situações á sua maneira...especial, momentos únicos que nem eu imaginava que me estavam a fazer tanta falta.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz as pazes contigo Passado, ou melhor...reavivei-te em mim!&lt;br /&gt;Gostastes? Eu Adorei!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-953275389313490381?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/953275389313490381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=953275389313490381&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/953275389313490381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/953275389313490381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2008/01/passado.html' title='Passado'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3857200739937725165</id><published>2007-12-26T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:06:32.128Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Presente de Natal</title><content type='html'>Pois não, Amor... Não foi como sonhamos, foi como foi possivel. Cada um de nós num canto diferente do mundo, a querer estar no mesmo ponto do planeta á mesma hora. Mas encontramo-nos no brilho daquela estrela, aquela que brilhou por nós, no mesmo segundo em que olhamos os dois para o ceu separados pela distancia mas proximos no sentimento que nos une.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Amor! Foi a melhor prenda de Natal de sempre ofereceste-me o brilho daquela estrela que acendeste só para me fazer brilhar. E brilhei, e brilhaste e ela brilhou toda a noite aqui pertinho da minha janela onde tomou conta de mim e de ti, na tua janela de um qualquer hotel desse lado do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Ela ainda aqui está a brilhar, desse lado tambem brilhará ainda? Tenho a certeza que sim, ela sabe o caminho de casa, tão bem como tu. E na viagem de regresso ela não vai falhar no brilho, no brilho que é o dos meus olhos enquanto te espero.&lt;br /&gt;Até já, Meu Amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-3857200739937725165?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3857200739937725165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3857200739937725165&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3857200739937725165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3857200739937725165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/12/presente-de-natal.html' title='Presente de Natal'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-9143500523380684238</id><published>2007-12-23T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:39:11.381Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Um Natal Diferente</title><content type='html'>É verdade, este ano decidi que não vou fetejar o natal como habitualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha sonhado com uns dias maravilhosos. Imagino este natal desde Julho deste ano ainda nem se pensava no frio e já andava eu a imaginar este natal como O Natal da Minha Vida.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a aposta, mas não os sonhos. Perdi O Natal aquele especial á força de o imaginar, já se foi o espirito.&lt;br /&gt;Este ano não vai ser igual, nem ao dos outros anos, nem ao dos meus sonhos. Vai ser apenas mais uma noite de segunda para terça.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre ouvi dizer que Natal é quando nós quisermos...por isso fica a esperança de que o possa festejar tal como o quero e imaginei antes do natal de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim...e para todos os que têm consigo o espirito do Natal, que não é mais que o espirito da partilha...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOM NATAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-9143500523380684238?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/9143500523380684238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=9143500523380684238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9143500523380684238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9143500523380684238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-natal-diferente.html' title='Um Natal Diferente'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2394974545203237096</id><published>2007-10-31T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:39:55.561Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Sonha</title><content type='html'>Não! Não lhe ligues quando ela chega de surpresa e diz coisas sem sentido. Não ligues quando essa maluca que é a razão, que é a parte racional te diz seja o que fôr....&lt;br /&gt;Não lhe ligues!&lt;br /&gt;Para! Dá tempo, só um bocadinho, deixa passar cinco minutos! Não faças nada!&lt;br /&gt;Espera, ela entretanto cala-se...emudece e tu podes continuar a sonhar, a acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;Porque se não sonhares não alcanças. Se não sonhares não sabes porque has-de continuar a viver, se não tiveres objectivos não andas cá a fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não desesperes, cinco minutos passam num instante!&lt;br /&gt;E sonha...Sonha....e volta a SONHAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-2394974545203237096?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2394974545203237096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2394974545203237096&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2394974545203237096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2394974545203237096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/10/sonha.html' title='Sonha'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3136310267217451777</id><published>2007-10-29T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:00:41.849Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Tu</title><content type='html'>A ti, que a vida parece querer tirar o que resta de ti. Que apesar de tudo o que já perdeste e continuas a perder não te revoltas com nada e vais dizendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ainda bem que sobrou qualquer coisa de bom em tudo isto!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Não sei como consegues enfrentar o dia seguinte! Não sei onde vais buscar forças para te levantar de manhã e enfrentar um novo dia sabendo que vais perder mais alguma coisa, e mesmo assim, sempre com um sorriso enorme, Não sei mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas gosto que sejas assim! Ainda bem que és assim!&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabes...eu não teria forças para enfrentar o dia, não teria forças para me levantar, não quereria que o dia chegasse sabendo que iria perder mais alguma coisa. Não seria capaz!&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente desistiria! Tu... Tu não! Tu enfrentas, tu lutas, tu dás a cara! Tu és Tu! Tão especial e tão unico que achas que vale sempre a pena lutar. Que bom que és assim...&lt;br /&gt;Mostras-me aquilo que eu não sou, mostras-me como possivel o que eu acho impossivel, mostras-me que afinal até vale a pena!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-3136310267217451777?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3136310267217451777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3136310267217451777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3136310267217451777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3136310267217451777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/10/tu.html' title='Tu'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3682350397720252373</id><published>2007-10-28T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:35:22.565Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Regresso</title><content type='html'>Foram tantos os dias em que me apeteceu, voltar...voltar ao blog, voltar a escrever o que me ia na alma. Mas ainda não era a hora do regresso! Ainda não era aquele o momento certo, não, não era! Se fosse tinha-se imposto com mais força, com mais vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a esperar, a dar tempo ao tempo, a dar espaço a que as coisas acontecessem a seu tempo, no seu tempo próprio. Porque cada pormenor tem o seu tempo e o seu espaço e eu não tinha espaço para nada; tinha tempo, mas não disponibilidade.&lt;br /&gt;E como sempre que chega o tempo certo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram dias...os dias que teve de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Foram tristezas e alegrias.&lt;br /&gt;Foram lagrimas e risos.&lt;br /&gt;Foram apenas momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Foram..já não voltam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que passou passou.&lt;br /&gt;Que passem outros tantos, que passem os que tiverem de passar, ir e regressar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-3682350397720252373?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3682350397720252373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3682350397720252373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3682350397720252373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3682350397720252373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/10/regresso.html' title='Regresso'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-9010482662570290529</id><published>2007-07-18T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T10:56:47.729+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Surrealista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rp3cFMIU5pI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oZHyGCHbJ70/s1600-h/eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088465135712134802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rp3cFMIU5pI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oZHyGCHbJ70/s320/eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Eva - Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Os surrealistas buscam essa utopia liberando o mundo para o lado passional, para o inconsciente que havia sido revelado pelo psicanalista Freud. Sonhos e desejos são o material favorito do surrealismo. O artista tenta colocar em contato seu subconsciente com a obra de arte, eliminando a consciência no ato criativo. Serve-se de múltiplos caminhos: os sonhos, os mitos, a fantasia, as visões, as alucinações que produzem as drogas. Com tudo isso, buscam encontrar a percepção sensitiva e as possibilidades de expressão. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afinal; sempre me enquadro num grupo específico de pessoas... Das pessoas que acreditam nos sonhos e nos desejos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fiquei muito mais descansada depois do teste feito! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas, sim! Continuo a sentir-me diferente de todos os outros, continuo a sentir EU. Porque os meus sonhos são MEUS, porque os meus desejos são MEUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/4382931341439395127-9010482662570290529?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/9010482662570290529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=9010482662570290529&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9010482662570290529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9010482662570290529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/surrealista.html' title='Surrealista'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rp3cFMIU5pI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oZHyGCHbJ70/s72-c/eva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-7536468631925312137</id><published>2007-07-18T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T10:22:05.424+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>O Meu Genio Louco</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundoinsano.no.sapo.pt/index.html/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundoinsano.no.sapo.pt/index.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mundoinsano.no.sapo.pt/dali.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Faça você também &lt;a href="http://mundoinsano.no.sapo.pt/index.html" target="new"&gt;Que&lt;br /&gt;gênio-louco é você? &lt;/a&gt;Uma criação de &lt;a href="http://www.abyssinia.blogspot.com/"&gt;O Mundo Insano da Abyssinia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Arte moderna é quando se resolve comprar um quadro para esconder uma parte da parede cuja pintura está descascando e, depois de examinar umas 50 obras, se chega à conclusão de que o melhor mesmo será deixar como está."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surrealismo - &lt;/strong&gt;É assim um movimento artístico de vanguarda surgido na França que &lt;em&gt;buscava a&lt;/em&gt; exteriorização, lingüística ou plástica da &lt;em&gt;espontaneidade e depurações de ordem racional ou moral&lt;/em&gt;. Opondo-se ao impulso anárquico de destruição proposto pelos dadaístas, o surrealismo pretendeu definir uma prática artística alternativa à tradicional. Traz com ele o propósito utópico comum a todos os movimentos vanguardistas:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" um homem novo em uma sociedade nova"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-7536468631925312137?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/7536468631925312137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=7536468631925312137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7536468631925312137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7536468631925312137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-meu-genio-louco.html' title='O Meu Genio Louco'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4856023164271928769</id><published>2007-07-15T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:08:32.433+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>15 Julho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RppFcsIU5oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EJ2aRqGlCjQ/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087455088253134466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RppFcsIU5oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EJ2aRqGlCjQ/s320/DSC00013.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 de Julho e a cidade está assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molhada, fria, cinzenta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acontece sempre quando tu não estás! A cidade sem ti, não tem côr, esquece-se do calendário, esquece-se que não é tempo de chuva mas de sol quente, dias iluminados, manhãs solarengas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que se passa com o tempo? Será que tem mesmo de estar tão triste como eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4382931341439395127-4856023164271928769?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4856023164271928769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4856023164271928769&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4856023164271928769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4856023164271928769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/15-julho.html' title='15 Julho'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RppFcsIU5oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EJ2aRqGlCjQ/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-9151918538942253847</id><published>2007-07-14T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T08:41:23.587+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“There is nothing better than the encouragement of a good fr&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rph65MIU5mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RhK2bNbzRmM/s1600-h/Landa+03.2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086950902042256994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rph65MIU5mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RhK2bNbzRmM/s200/Landa+03.2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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;Nem sempre é facil, nem sempre corre bem, quando estamos quase a perder a "fé" na &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rph6esIU5lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cpNK4RG2sdE/s1600-h/Landa+03.2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;humanidade, há pessoas assim, amigos que nos mostram que vale a pena confiar, que vale a pena dar mais uma oportunidade! Só mais uma, uma de cada vez! Que não estão 24horas presentes fisicamente, mas que quando é preciso adivinham que são necessários, e aparece uma msg inesperada, uma chamada perdida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rph65MIU5mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RhK2bNbzRmM/s1600-h/Landa+03.2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rph7ycIU5nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gvX5uk-LbzQ/s1600-h/Landa+03.2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086951885589767794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="149" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rph7ycIU5nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gvX5uk-LbzQ/s200/Landa+03.2007+010.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rph65MIU5mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RhK2bNbzRmM/s1600-h/Landa+03.2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que nos dizem "Então? O caminho é para a frente!" Mostram-nos que se cairmos, vamos juntos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;para ser mais facil levantar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nunca, nunca cobram o tempo distante, os momentos de impossibilidade, os dias em que simplesmente "Não apetece!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estão lá, na sombra, sem se fazerem notar, mas sempre tão presentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que lutam! Lutam muito, por todas as coisas em que acreditam, mesmo que contra tudo e contra todos! Mesmo que o mundo inteiro diga &lt;em&gt;"é errado!", eles vão á luta e vivem os seus sonhos &lt;strong&gt;INTENSAMENTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tão, mas tão bom haver pessoas assim! &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/4382931341439395127-9151918538942253847?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/9151918538942253847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=9151918538942253847&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9151918538942253847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9151918538942253847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rph65MIU5mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RhK2bNbzRmM/s72-c/Landa+03.2007+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-1962243246732808509</id><published>2007-07-12T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:57:27.487+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>=1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpZbyMIU5jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nQ7W2LSzfPI/s1600-h/816395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086353746969290290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpZbyMIU5jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nQ7W2LSzfPI/s320/816395.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tantos anos a estudar, tanta matemática, teoremas, demonstrações, equações...para agora chegar á conclusão por demonstração de alguém que até é de historia, que estava completamente enganada!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Demonstrado todos os dias, provado e comprovado com actos, palavras e acções...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1+1=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Afinal em Ciências não percebem nada! Em Letras preparam-nos melhor para a Vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/4382931341439395127-1962243246732808509?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/1962243246732808509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=1962243246732808509&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1962243246732808509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1962243246732808509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/1.html' title='=1'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpZbyMIU5jI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nQ7W2LSzfPI/s72-c/816395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3160905858331153609</id><published>2007-07-10T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:24:12.571+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Pensar e Repensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpP4w5IugfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ehUlCkJT2hw/s1600-h/1268680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085681923086254578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpP4w5IugfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ehUlCkJT2hw/s320/1268680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É! Hoje a mesma situação que tanto me fez e faz sonhar, que me põe um sorriso lindo no rosto, que me ilumina o olhar só de pensar; conseguiu-me fazer ficar triste como uma noite chuvosa de inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amiga...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;não és de sempre mas eu achava que eras para sempre! Precisas de pensar e repensar a nossa amizade porque o meu sonho está prestes a tornar-se realidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma amizade como a que estamos, ou estavamos a contruir já nem sei(está nas tuas mãos e no que vais decidir), não se pensa; vive-se cada segundo, aproveita-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repensar O Quê? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Já tinha e vivia em função do meu sonho quando te conheci! Sabes o quanto sonhei que fosse realidade. Viveste comigo momentos desse sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não! Nunca imaginei que o meu sonho ao transformar-se em realidade nos fosse afastar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto tanto de ti, tu cabes na minha realidade, o teu espaço está lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ninguem to vai tirar, conquistaste-o, vive-o se quiseres, se puderes, se te apetecer. Vais ter sempre o teu espaço, em mim, em minha casa, na minha realidade, na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensa, Repensa, mas lembra-te se decidires afastar-te...quando quiseres...podes sempre voltar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4382931341439395127-3160905858331153609?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3160905858331153609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3160905858331153609&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3160905858331153609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3160905858331153609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/pensar-e-repensar.html' title='Pensar e Repensar'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpP4w5IugfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ehUlCkJT2hw/s72-c/1268680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5347773586106006085</id><published>2007-07-10T21:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:35:48.524+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Premios'/><title type='text'>Com Grelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpPqKJIugcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FrIgtAuIleg/s1600-h/premio.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085665864203534786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpPqKJIugcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FrIgtAuIleg/s320/premio.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Acho que é desta que passo a gostar de legumes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muito Obrigada Nelinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"É um prémio especial para mulheres que, na sua escrita, mostram uma preocupação pelo mundo à sua volta e ainda conseguem dar um pouco de si e dos seus sentimentos e com isso tornar mais leve a vida dos outros. Este foi feito para mulheres, mães e profissionais que espalham a palavra de uma forma emotiva e cativante. Que nos falam da guerra mas também do amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A minha escolha para o blogue com grelos...todas as meninas ali do lado --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Senão não estavam lá...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas tenho de atribuir o prémio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://velasardemsempreateaofim.blogspot.com/"&gt;As Velas Ardem até ao Fim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://existe-existencia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Existências&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inimaginavel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inimaginável&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osentidodascoisas.blogspot.com/"&gt;100 sentidos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universoeborboletas.blogspot.com/"&gt;borboleta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Obrigada ; Nelinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-5347773586106006085?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5347773586106006085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5347773586106006085&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5347773586106006085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5347773586106006085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/com-grelos.html' title='Com Grelos'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpPqKJIugcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FrIgtAuIleg/s72-c/premio.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8456313718190212445</id><published>2007-07-09T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:11:48.500+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Incomodo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpKyP5IugbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PjVm9kKffts/s1600-h/1107594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085322915359916466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpKyP5IugbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PjVm9kKffts/s320/1107594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os exageros da vida incomodam-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é que tenham ou nao de me inomodar, mas quando se cruzam no meu caminho, na minha vida e sou &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obrigada&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a lidar com eles fico irritadiça, fico sem saber como lidar com a situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exageram-se as virtudes, exagera-se o desgosto, exagera-se a dor, exagera-se os feitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para quê? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O que temos, fazemos ou conseguimos devem-nos dar um gosto especial a nós mesmos, não precisamos de os enaltecer aos olhos dos outros, dessa forma quase se assemelham a reles mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este alter-ego de que algumas pessoas sofrem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incomoda-me!&lt;/em&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/4382931341439395127-8456313718190212445?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8456313718190212445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8456313718190212445&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8456313718190212445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8456313718190212445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/incomodo.html' title='Incomodo'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpKyP5IugbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PjVm9kKffts/s72-c/1107594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3463101994480350316</id><published>2007-07-09T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:22:29.680+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Mais Outra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpJgqpIugaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6F1sD9XuEms/s1600-h/09072007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085233214967939490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="215" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpJgqpIugaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6F1sD9XuEms/s320/09072007.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só esta, outra e é na mais outra....!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faltam 14 dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha Felicidade tem dia marcado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm como me apetece ser Feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-3463101994480350316?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3463101994480350316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3463101994480350316&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3463101994480350316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3463101994480350316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/mais-outra.html' title='Mais Outra'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpJgqpIugaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6F1sD9XuEms/s72-c/09072007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-343335239570588010</id><published>2007-07-08T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:19:13.959+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Vida Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpEcDJIugZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6IoDZigTY04/s1600-h/1059958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084876294595707282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpEcDJIugZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6IoDZigTY04/s320/1059958.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem em conversa com uma amiga, dizia-me ela:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Só queria ter uma vida normal!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até me arrepiei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho pavor deste tipo de chavões! Não sei, não quero saber, não procuro e acho que nem sequer ía gostar de ter "uma vida normal". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta frase traz-me recordações, memórias e pensamentos muito maus, muito destrutivos. Durante anos ouvi a minha mãe dizer "Podias ter uma vida normal!"; "Mas não! Tens essa mania de que és diferente...que não queres viver como toda a gente".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É assustador perceber a determinado momento da nossa vida que não nos acham iguais a toda a gente; que não aceitam a nossa individualidade, que acham que temos de ser parte de um grupo homogeneo e que não podemos ter "desvios comportamentais".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde ontem fiquei a pensar nesta expressão para mim completamente limitativa "Vida Normal"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-343335239570588010?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/343335239570588010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=343335239570588010&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/343335239570588010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/343335239570588010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/vida-normal.html' title='Vida Normal'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RpEcDJIugZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6IoDZigTY04/s72-c/1059958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5634494746384988886</id><published>2007-07-08T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:05:07.413+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Podemos vaguear por milhões de vidas e nunca ter vida própria"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/4382931341439395127-5634494746384988886?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5634494746384988886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5634494746384988886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5634494746384988886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5634494746384988886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/070707.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-6718383850331683621</id><published>2007-07-07T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:10:51.467+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>Pag 161</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Ro7Z0ZIugYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Bgh0mW7HJ2M/s1600-h/imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084240523471782274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Ro7Z0ZIugYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Bgh0mW7HJ2M/s200/imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desafio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pegar no livro mais próximo (Não precisa de ser o que andam a ler)&lt;br /&gt;Abri-lo na página 161&lt;br /&gt;Procurar a 5ª frase completa&lt;br /&gt;Colocar a frase no vosso blogue ou como comentário no meu&lt;br /&gt;Não vale procurar o melhor livro que têm, usem o mais próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sarah recostou-se nele, perdoando-lhe instantânea e completamente."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livro : Morde-me - Emily Maguire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro livros! Não é o que estou a ler, mas já o li! Adorei! No fundo é um tributo ao amor , á paixão sem limites, á vontade de viver obsessivamente, intensamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passo o desafio a todos os que por aqui passarem e gostem de livros, de ler, de viver!&lt;br /&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/4382931341439395127-6718383850331683621?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/6718383850331683621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=6718383850331683621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6718383850331683621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6718383850331683621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/pag-161.html' title='Pag 161'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Ro7Z0ZIugYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Bgh0mW7HJ2M/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2199379915013565155</id><published>2007-07-06T00:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:50:11.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Evil Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 34% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-2199379915013565155?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2199379915013565155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2199379915013565155&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2199379915013565155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2199379915013565155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-evil-are-you.html' title='How Evil Are You?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3200636826342623847</id><published>2007-07-01T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:47:05.002+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Parar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rogex5IugXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sgt8fu3o3uY/s1600-h/alfonso_gironella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082346021987451250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rogex5IugXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sgt8fu3o3uY/s320/alfonso_gironella.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ás vezes é mesmo preciso parar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida mostra-nos o sinal a passar de verde para amarelo e o que fazemos é acelarar na ilusão de que correndo não vamos perder nem um milésimo de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como é enganosa, é como a lua, uma eterna mentirosa esta vida. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De repente vemos o sinal vermelho e parece mentira, mas é mesmo ela a rir-se de nós, a mostrar-nos que ao acelarar só conseguimos perder alguns bons momentos para os quais deixamos de ter tempo para aproveitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aprendi Vida! Não volto a correr para te agarrar!&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/4382931341439395127-3200636826342623847?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3200636826342623847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3200636826342623847&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3200636826342623847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3200636826342623847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/parar.html' title='Parar'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rogex5IugXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sgt8fu3o3uY/s72-c/alfonso_gironella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5607325195299516239</id><published>2007-07-01T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:04:36.205+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Desilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rod8BZIugWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VTDb9-jqYAY/s1600-h/18361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082167067880096098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rod8BZIugWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VTDb9-jqYAY/s320/18361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A desilusão é um posto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um posto destinado ás pessoas mais importantes da nossa vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aquelas que esperamos que percebam tudo sem palavras, que aceitem sem pôr em causa, que entendam sem questionar!&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/4382931341439395127-5607325195299516239?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5607325195299516239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5607325195299516239&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5607325195299516239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5607325195299516239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/07/desiluso.html' title='Desilusão'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rod8BZIugWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VTDb9-jqYAY/s72-c/18361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5490918613428797615</id><published>2007-06-29T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:53:53.151+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>Este foi dos desafios mais complicados que me proposeram (&lt;a href="http://www.universoeborboletas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Borboleta&lt;/a&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;Não porque as palavras me inibam, mas porque acho que só me consegue (descre)ver quem me consegue ver a alma! E a alma não se vê no espelho!&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou tentar...&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o desafio de uma amiga do coração não se menospreza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apaixonada-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;por tudo na vida que me faz sentir que estou viva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;minuciosa- &lt;/span&gt;pormenores? são comigo! Todos os detalhes são importantes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de extremos- &lt;/span&gt;muito bem ou muito mal, num segundo a vida pode ser uma desgraça e passar a ser uma maravilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dedicada-&lt;/span&gt; quando acho que vale a pena? tudo!dou tudo! faço tudo! tento tudo! ajudo em tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alexodependente-&lt;/span&gt; esta é para ti, AMIGA; é dificil de admitir, mas é a minha caracteristica mais vincada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E agora... pois é... tem de ser nomear bolgs para os podermos conhecer melhor, para que no fundo pensem um pouco e se dêem a conhecer e se conheçam a si mesmos, ás vezes é complicado descrever-nos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://100lugarescomuns.blogspot.com/"&gt;...o lugar que eu sou...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ameninadassardas.blogspot.com/"&gt;menina das sardas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://velasardemsempreateaofim.blogspot.com/"&gt;velas que ardem até ao fim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osentidodascoisas.blogspot.com/"&gt;100 sentido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://existe-existencia.blogspot.com/"&gt;existências&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A quem quiser aceitar o desafio...eu gostava mesmo! Senão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-5490918613428797615?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5490918613428797615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5490918613428797615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5490918613428797615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5490918613428797615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-673595804230790426</id><published>2007-06-25T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:19:14.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>S. João revisitado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rn8td3Z_a9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xbfpt9WDqYU/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079828895809629138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rn8td3Z_a9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xbfpt9WDqYU/s200/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Há 3 anos que não via o fogo de S.João, mesmo lá, no meio da confusão, dos martelinhos, das pessoas, do barulho, dos cheiros, do S.João!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rn8tp3Z_a-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/hct_7jqAdus/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rn8tp3Z_a-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/hct_7jqAdus/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079829101968059362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rn8tp3Z_a-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/hct_7jqAdus/s200/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E foi....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi tudo o que me recordava com outro sabor, com sabor a saudade, a recordação, a Porto!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teve o cheiro do regresso.11 anos fora desta cidade mágica, da minha cidade, da cidade das melhores recordações, da adolescência, da inconsciência, de bons momentos, de alguns de tristeza, mas que me fizeram crescer e partir e também voltar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigada por este S.João! Obrigada!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/4382931341439395127-673595804230790426?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/673595804230790426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=673595804230790426&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/673595804230790426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/673595804230790426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/s-joo-revisitado.html' title='S. João revisitado'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rn8td3Z_a9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xbfpt9WDqYU/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4742129921350196001</id><published>2007-06-22T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:18:44.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fechar tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnu9nnZ_a8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/SNnTZkKzZYw/s1600-h/868217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078861493080910786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnu9nnZ_a8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/SNnTZkKzZYw/s320/868217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fechei janelas, fechei portas, fechei o carro na garagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fechei os olhos, fechei a alma, fechei o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fechei para férias de mim mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje simplesmente não quero viver-me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando voltar a mim quero perceber, quero entender, quero não me achar estupida, quero que se faça luz, quero que tudo faça sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se não fôr assim...prefiro fechar de vez, para sempre para nunca mais!&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/4382931341439395127-4742129921350196001?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4742129921350196001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4742129921350196001&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4742129921350196001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4742129921350196001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/fechar-tudo.html' title='Fechar tudo'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnu9nnZ_a8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/SNnTZkKzZYw/s72-c/868217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2235504614198733584</id><published>2007-06-21T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:19:47.025+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Hoje Quis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnr5LXZ_a6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/6vlIZbpJ7M4/s1600-h/192977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078645503470562210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnr5LXZ_a6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/6vlIZbpJ7M4/s200/192977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pus o telefone em silêncio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quis esquecer que existia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quis que a vida corresse lá fora sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quis a protecção do meu quarto vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quis que o dia passasse e mais nada contasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quis....&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;em&gt;Quero sempre coisas impossíveis!&lt;/em&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/4382931341439395127-2235504614198733584?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2235504614198733584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2235504614198733584&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2235504614198733584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2235504614198733584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-quis.html' title='Hoje Quis...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnr5LXZ_a6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/6vlIZbpJ7M4/s72-c/192977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-7032757716904145965</id><published>2007-06-21T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:58:29.660+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>7 Maravilhas da Blogosfera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnr2_HZ_a5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4lI0dura21g/s1600-h/7Wonders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078643093993909138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnr2_HZ_a5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4lI0dura21g/s200/7Wonders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A todos os bloggers: Participem nesta votação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Antes de mais obrigada pela nomeação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://osentidodascoisas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;100sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universoeborboletas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Como sempre o que custa é escolher os meus nomeados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;E como todas as escolhas têm de ter um critério e porque cada um dos blogs a nomear têm as suas caracteristicas muito proprias e todos eles são únicos e todos eles me põem a pensar cada um á sua maneira e porque todos nós temos dentro de nós várias formas de estar em cada um dos momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cá vão as minhas nomeações para as 7 maravilhas da Blogosfera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ameninadassardas.blogspot.com/"&gt;menina das sardas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://momentos04.blogspot.com/"&gt;[momentos]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inimaginavel.blogspot.com/"&gt;inimaginável&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://100lugarescomuns.blogspot.com/"&gt;o lugar que eu sou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://velasardemsempreateaofim.blogspot.com/"&gt;as velas ardem até ao fim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mesmo que no regulamento digam que não é aconselhavel voto porque gosto, voto porque sim, voto porque me fazem pensar, voto principalmente porque somos livres para gostar e para votar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universoeborboletas.blogspot.com/"&gt;borboleta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osentidodascoisas.blogspot.com/"&gt;100 sentidos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Regulamento - ver em: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://osentidodascoisas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;100 sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://osentidodascoisas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;No dia 7.7.2007 serão anunciados os vencedores e disponibilizadas todas as votações.&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/4382931341439395127-7032757716904145965?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/7032757716904145965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=7032757716904145965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7032757716904145965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7032757716904145965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/7-maravilhas-da-blogosfera.html' title='7 Maravilhas da Blogosfera'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnr2_HZ_a5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4lI0dura21g/s72-c/7Wonders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4935649449358489187</id><published>2007-06-21T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:29:10.767+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Irritas-me tanto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnpu5XZ_a4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/SEfBSIWt-xA/s1600-h/1238556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078493461628283778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnpu5XZ_a4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/SEfBSIWt-xA/s320/1238556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto tanto de ti e ás vezes irritas-me tanto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que vives no mundo da razão e não no dos sentimentos e dos sentidos. Sei que gostas de mim á tua maneira com toda a lógica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comprovas estatísticamente que 99% das minhas questões e dúvidas existênciais não têm razão de ser ou para me fazer sofrer, porque como em qualquer equação o que conta é o resultado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas...&lt;em&gt;PORRA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque é que simplesmente os sentidos não me levam a lugar nenhum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei! Tu tens razão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida não passa de pura matemática!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritas-me Tanto!&lt;/strong&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/4382931341439395127-4935649449358489187?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4935649449358489187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4935649449358489187&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4935649449358489187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4935649449358489187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/irritas-me-tanto.html' title='Irritas-me tanto!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rnpu5XZ_a4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/SEfBSIWt-xA/s72-c/1238556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2624928599541310286</id><published>2007-06-19T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:08:46.457+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Não Percebem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RnhhGnZ_a1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/YlOM5a08Pl4/s1600-h/caneta.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077915346145340242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RnhhGnZ_a1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/YlOM5a08Pl4/s320/caneta.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Há pessoas que não percebem!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Há pessoas que não percebem que os presentes representam sentimentos; tornar essa partilha um acto puramente teatral? QUE CHATICE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Escrevam, escrevam palavras, digam o que sentem, é muito mais verdadeiro e ainda por cima sai muito mais barato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Comprar porcarias é fácil! Agora pegar no telefone, numa caneta, num postal, ou mesmo num cartão isso é que é complicado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ás vezes era preferível não darem nada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não gastem dinheiro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não desperdicem tempo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Davam só um cartão, mesmo que tivesse só três ou quatro palavras, tres ou quatro linhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Era preferível!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tão mais verdadeiro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E era mais do que suficiente desde que fosse sentido!&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/4382931341439395127-2624928599541310286?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2624928599541310286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2624928599541310286&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2624928599541310286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2624928599541310286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-percebem.html' title='Não Percebem!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RnhhGnZ_a1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/YlOM5a08Pl4/s72-c/caneta.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4225863725564843232</id><published>2007-06-10T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:25:38.721+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Ser Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RmxeEHZ_azI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mT82JWlUO0c/s1600-h/7715402_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074534304940256050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RmxeEHZ_azI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mT82JWlUO0c/s200/7715402_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ser Feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver apesar de todos desafios, incompreensoes e períodos de crise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ser Feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um óasis no recôndito da sua alma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensar em ser feliz, sempre! Atrair a nós mesmos a felicidade no dia a dia; um momento do dia de cada vez. Não é preciso assim tanto para ser Feliz, basta Querer!&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/4382931341439395127-4225863725564843232?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4225863725564843232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4225863725564843232&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4225863725564843232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4225863725564843232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser Feliz'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RmxeEHZ_azI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mT82JWlUO0c/s72-c/7715402_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-1885586130559048409</id><published>2007-06-05T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:10:09.747+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RmVuknZ_ayI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5BR5LR88oDY/s1600-h/1260641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072582130635074338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RmVuknZ_ayI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5BR5LR88oDY/s200/1260641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Os dias arrastam-se á tua espera, até o tempo parece triste por não poder passar mais depressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O Sol brilha para me animar os dias; foste tu que lhe pediste para me fazer companhia, para tomar conta de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Conheces-me tão bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sabes que a única coisa que me anima na tua ausência é o sol, o calor, a doce languidêz de me estender na areia a sonhar-te. E TU...não podendo estar comigo como querias, pediste ao astro rei que viesse, que ficasse enquanto tu não podes estar.&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/4382931341439395127-1885586130559048409?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/1885586130559048409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=1885586130559048409&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1885586130559048409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1885586130559048409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/sol.html' title='Sol'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RmVuknZ_ayI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5BR5LR88oDY/s72-c/1260641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2747357689541699569</id><published>2007-05-31T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:19:16.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Segundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl4GXpe7juI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mQMOVNuYm84/s1600-h/440648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070497233808101090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl4GXpe7juI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mQMOVNuYm84/s200/440648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O que custa não são as horas, o custa é o passar dos segundos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas a espera não é em vão, tento convencer-me disto para que não custe tanto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas...é mesmo assim por mais que ande, por mais que faça, 8 horas são 28800segundos! Não são as 8 horas que me fazem nesta ansiedade, são apenas os 28800segundos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Para ti está a custar mais, dirias tu.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O tempo custa para quem espera, e nós esperamos os dois o segundo do reencontro; mas uma boa noticia meu Amor: que parecendo que não já só faltam 27900seg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que bom que é contar o tempo quando tu estás a chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl4C3pe7jsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GJ0ZkcoQOi4/s1600-h/440648.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4382931341439395127-2747357689541699569?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2747357689541699569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2747357689541699569&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2747357689541699569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2747357689541699569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/06/segundos.html' title='Segundos'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl4GXpe7juI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mQMOVNuYm84/s72-c/440648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-7532642051004461244</id><published>2007-05-30T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T18:41:25.078+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>You make me feel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl2wu5e7jqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/06iC8IbJjsM/s1600-h/MissYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070403075240070818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl2wu5e7jqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/06iC8IbJjsM/s200/MissYou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quando mandaste esta msg&lt;br /&gt;nem quis acreditar.... Vens mesmo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"God knock at my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naked i opened it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He entered me&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl2wZZe7jpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9Qhv8SSd7Mk/s1600-h/MissYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I became you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slave to your white come"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You make me feel so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl2xx5e7jrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uvLRrFO91kE/s1600-h/prazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070404226291306162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl2xx5e7jrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uvLRrFO91kE/s200/prazer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;40 horas de viagem só para me fazeres feliz???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-7532642051004461244?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/7532642051004461244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=7532642051004461244&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7532642051004461244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7532642051004461244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-make-me-feel.html' title='You make me feel....'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rl2wu5e7jqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/06iC8IbJjsM/s72-c/MissYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8792347299845054759</id><published>2007-05-29T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:33:33.907+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Pacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlxHVpe7joI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6wdRw-KUGRQ/s1600-h/Sun_and_Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005717750746754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlxHVpe7joI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6wdRw-KUGRQ/s320/Sun_and_Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Não sei se o meu pacto é com os anjinhos ou diabinhos, mas seja com quem fôr que o fiz; Ainda bem que em algum momento do dia ou da noite o fiz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Se é esse pacto que te vai trazer de volta nem que seja só por um dia; ADORO AS TEMPESTADES, AS CHUVAS E O MAU TEMPO;que chova durante semanas, que haja trovoadas de neve, até que o céu desabe se é esse mau tempo que faz com que não vás durante um mês inteirinho para longe... Eu que adoro o Verão, o Sol, o Calor, o meu corpo bronzeado... Chamo pelo Inverno! Clamo por ele! Não, não te vás embora aquece a minha alma!&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/4382931341439395127-8792347299845054759?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8792347299845054759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8792347299845054759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8792347299845054759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8792347299845054759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/pacto.html' title='Pacto'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlxHVpe7joI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6wdRw-KUGRQ/s72-c/Sun_and_Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3348613914964384052</id><published>2007-05-28T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T07:21:00.945+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Porque não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RltMlJe7jnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JPhK4ZbB2pY/s1600-h/img20060709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069730006620147314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RltMlJe7jnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JPhK4ZbB2pY/s320/img20060709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"-.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;-Mas só vais ser feliz se voltares para mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu-Não! Eu em 5 anos nunca fui feliz contigo e agora, sou só por saber que ele existe, até mesmo á distância, percebes isso? Não; é não; nunca mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;-Não sejas má! Voltas para mim e fica tudo bem! Quando te vou voltar a ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu-Nunca? É o mais provavel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;-...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Porque será que as pessoas só dão valor quando perdem definitivamente?&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/4382931341439395127-3348613914964384052?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3348613914964384052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3348613914964384052&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3348613914964384052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3348613914964384052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/porque-no.html' title='Porque não!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RltMlJe7jnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JPhK4ZbB2pY/s72-c/img20060709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-9062125961410258742</id><published>2007-05-27T08:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T08:01:14.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakira Illegal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fayffah6jlc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fayffah6jlc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/4382931341439395127-9062125961410258742?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/9062125961410258742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=9062125961410258742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9062125961410258742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9062125961410258742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/shakira-illegal-remix.html' title='Shakira Illegal'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2749382248349665672</id><published>2007-05-26T01:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:17:03.047+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Afinal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rldt95e7jmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iaAMr1pN8_Y/s1600-h/berenika_03_rouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068640815798783586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" height="283" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rldt95e7jmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iaAMr1pN8_Y/s320/berenika_03_rouge.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlbKqJe7jiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mB0Sp5RggOo/s1600-h/giuseppd_di_giulio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlbLeJe7jjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XKRY9fHyHBM/s1600-h/berenika_03_rouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afinal e para felicidade Minha, para que o Meu Mundo não sejam só ruinas, e porque eu no fundo&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nunca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; deixei de acreditar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Foi só o comboio de volta que avariou e no meio do caminho não havia cabines telefónicas e porque no comboio das almas os telemóveis não têm rede e os portateis não têm sinal satelite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigada por teres lembrado quem ficou para trás sempre sem perder a esperança que tu voltasses para me buscares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas como tu proprio dizes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Encontrei a felicidade contigo...estamos juntos e sem retorno!Enquanto respirar nunca te posso esquecer, és o ar que respiro!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4382931341439395127-2749382248349665672?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2749382248349665672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2749382248349665672&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2749382248349665672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2749382248349665672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/afinal.html' title='Afinal'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rldt95e7jmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iaAMr1pN8_Y/s72-c/berenika_03_rouge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8201384015305088070</id><published>2007-05-25T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:29:38.509+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>:-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RldAgpe7jlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_ubP2zll204/s1600-h/fondo-del-mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068590835264360018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RldAgpe7jlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_ubP2zll204/s320/fondo-del-mar.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RldAIpe7jkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DRDkJHw48Ys/s1600-h/fondo-del-mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero afogar-me em ti para ir onde tu vais, para nunca mais me sentir sozinha, para me teres sempre por perto, para que nunca mais possas pensar que algum dia te poderei esquecer!&lt;/em&gt;&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/4382931341439395127-8201384015305088070?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8201384015305088070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8201384015305088070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8201384015305088070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8201384015305088070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/quero-afogar-me-em-ti-para-ir-onde-tu.html' title=':-*'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RldAgpe7jlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_ubP2zll204/s72-c/fondo-del-mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5812806152975207421</id><published>2007-05-25T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:35:04.270+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Renascer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlYcIpe7jgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DDzVZ9SCUmk/s1600-h/_renascer___by_acida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068269365552188930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlYcIpe7jgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DDzVZ9SCUmk/s320/_renascer___by_acida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"...&lt;strong&gt;este momento é a linha divisória da tua vida&lt;/strong&gt;. Tudo que se passou antes não parece mais do que com este tempo em que dormiste dentro do ventre de tua mãe. &lt;strong&gt;O que é passado morreu&lt;/strong&gt;. Que os mortos sepultem os mortos. &lt;strong&gt;No dia de hoje, regressas dos mortos-vivos.&lt;/strong&gt; No dia de hoje, como Elias com o filho da viúva, eu me estendo sobre ti três vezes e voltas a viver. No dia de hoje, como Elisha com o filho do shunamita, &lt;strong&gt;ponho minha boca sobre a tua, meus olhos sobre os teus, minhas mãos sobre as tuas, e tua carne volta a aquecer-se" &lt;a href="http://www.caminhosdeluz.org/77.htm"&gt;http://www.caminhosdeluz.org/77.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vou viver-te sempre no presente, como se o ontem não me tivesse magoado, como se o amanha não existisse, como se o NOS fosse eterno!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4382931341439395127-5812806152975207421?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5812806152975207421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5812806152975207421&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5812806152975207421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5812806152975207421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/renascer.html' title='Renascer'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlYcIpe7jgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DDzVZ9SCUmk/s72-c/_renascer___by_acida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3872038890216853899</id><published>2007-05-24T01:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:34:41.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Demasiado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlDPl5e7jbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xAhSlaV9Cc0/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066777830784470450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlDPl5e7jbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xAhSlaV9Cc0/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mesmo que não voltes, não me devolvas a alma nem o coração; não preciso deles; são teus para a eternidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para mim seriam mais um fardo e eu estou tão cansada que não quero mais esse peso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fica com eles como uma doce recordação de mim, de nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quis arrancar o coração e oferecer-to numa salva de prata para saberes e sentires que era totalmente e incondicionalmente teu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não podia dar-te mais, não tinha mais para te dar, e &lt;strong&gt;tu mereceste sempre tudo&lt;/strong&gt;, e esse tudo foi o que te dei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No meio desta loucura, desta insanidade fizemos planos, fizemos projectos, tivemos sonhos, alguns que vivemos outros que ficaram no mundo da ilusão e, sabes que fui feliz assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demasiado Feliz&lt;/strong&gt;, era assim que me sentia todos os segundos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Agora restou-me o vazio e a certeza que mesmo que não encontres o caminho que te traga de volta até mim, sei que te dei tudo e que fomos os dois, muito, talvez, demasiado felizes para suportarmos viver assim toda a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A felicidade que me ofereceste enquanto estiveste comigo chega-me para viver até ao fim dos dias com recordações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre foi demasiado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demasiado Intenso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demasiado Sentido! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demasiado Dado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demasiado Bom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demasiado Amado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demasiado Completo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demasiado Anestesiante! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demasiado Perverso também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fomos assim juntos, já eramos assim quando nos reconhecemos, quando nos encontramos pudemos vive-lo e &lt;strong&gt;FOI! SIMPLESMENTE FOI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por tudo... Obrigada, Meu Amor!&lt;/em&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/4382931341439395127-3872038890216853899?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3872038890216853899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3872038890216853899&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3872038890216853899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3872038890216853899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/demasiado.html' title='Demasiado'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlDPl5e7jbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xAhSlaV9Cc0/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5666166459849280250</id><published>2007-05-23T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:55:22.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Considerando que é essencial a protecção dos direitos do homem através de um regime de direito, para que o homem não seja compelido, em supremo recurso, à revolta contra a tirania e a opressão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;** E que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dizer quando este foi um dos motivos para se fazer a Declaração Universal dos Direitos Humanos ** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&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/4382931341439395127-5666166459849280250?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5666166459849280250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5666166459849280250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5666166459849280250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5666166459849280250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/considerando-que-essencial-proteco-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-6892173841119451833</id><published>2007-05-23T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:08:58.728+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>"Tão Pouco"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlRQgpe7jfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jlUwbrGybh8/s1600-h/Liliana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067764002520272370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlRQgpe7jfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jlUwbrGybh8/s320/Liliana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Foi agora mesmo, há 30 minutos e fiquei, fiquei muito impressionada com a capacidade que algumas pessoas têm para sentir e agradecer o &lt;strong&gt;"tão pouco"&lt;/strong&gt; que fazem por elas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não, não fiz nada de especial, mas num momento de tormento, de aflição de alguem que eu tinha visto 2 vezes porque era conhecido de alguem de familia, disponibilizei-me para dar uma boleia que não me ficava no caminho de casa, mas que importava, eu tinha tempo.E o que são 10km de carro quando se teria de ir a pé, doente e com tantos problemas em cima dos ombros? para mim? Não foi nada de extraordinário, fi-lo de coração e com vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoje, 1 mês depois, toca o telefone e ouço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"- Tens aqui uma coisa para ti, passas por cá para vir buscar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-É o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Uma coisa que vieram entregar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Ok, 2 minutos, beijinhos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando cheguei vi este bouquet de tulipas com um cartão que diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Obrigada Pelo Carinho!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só consigo pensar.... De Nada Liliana!! De Nada!!!&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/4382931341439395127-6892173841119451833?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/6892173841119451833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=6892173841119451833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6892173841119451833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6892173841119451833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-pouco.html' title='&quot;Tão Pouco&quot;'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlRQgpe7jfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jlUwbrGybh8/s72-c/Liliana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8392627305934477065</id><published>2007-05-22T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:29:07.394+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Perdoa-me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlIcF5e7jeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/04q1fxdqUm0/s1600-h/enuhvangogh06g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067143418400706018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlIcF5e7jeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/04q1fxdqUm0/s320/enuhvangogh06g.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu te condeno...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Condenaste-me, ficaste de me levar contigo e esqueceste-te de mim pelo caminho, deixaste-me ficar na gare quando o comboio partiu, e eu fiquei á espera que voltasses, que saisses no primeiro apeadeiro para me vires buscar e esperarmos juntos a próxima partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se o fizeste ainda não chegaste, se calhar e quero acreditar que sim, o apeadeiro, o primeiro em que conseguiste saltar era longe e a distância para quem carrega uma alma completa é mais complexa, mais dura, mais dificil, com mais percepções para viver e percorrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vou continuar aqui sentada neste banco de pedra, á espera que chegues. Não quero entrar sozinha numa viagem sem ti, não sei se te encontrarei, não sei se o destino será o mesmo e por isso prefiro esperar parada, não quero correr o risco de me desencontrar de &lt;strong&gt;TI&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desde que te conheço que aprendi a esperar, a não procurar, a não correr para te encontrar; gosto do conforto de saber que vens, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de saber que sempre que podes vens!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas agora...sinto-me perdida sem noticias tuas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não sei esperar sem indicações do futuro, adoro esperar o que me dizes que vai acontecer, assim... simplesmente não sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se estou a ser injusta nesta tristeza, neste vazio, nesta perdição, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdoa-me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sei que tens essa capacidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tu podes tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Em nós TU Podes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4382931341439395127-8392627305934477065?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8392627305934477065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8392627305934477065&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8392627305934477065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8392627305934477065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/perdoa-me.html' title='Perdoa-me!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlIcF5e7jeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/04q1fxdqUm0/s72-c/enuhvangogh06g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5381177452229811977</id><published>2007-05-20T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:08:13.782+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlDFwZe7jZI/AAAAAAAAADs/m-Ir0PkLxFQ/s1600-h/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066767016056819090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlDFwZe7jZI/AAAAAAAAADs/m-Ir0PkLxFQ/s320/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou triste!&lt;/strong&gt; Uma tristeza que me consome desde que te foste embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não sei donde veio, nem onde me vai levar, mas não consigo deixar de a sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nem sei bem se é por nao dares noticias coerentes há tres dias, como se simplesmente tivesses deixado de querer saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Continuo a pensar em ti 24 horas por dia, continuo a querer-te mais e mais na minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Estou tão triste! Uma sensação de vazio, como se te tivesse dado tudo o que valia a pena em mim e tu tivesses deitado fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já lá vai meio ano em que perdi a minha alma no teu primeiro olhar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nunca tinha sentido nada assim, nunca nada me envolveu tanto como os teus olhos, nunca me tinha perdido tão profundamente, me tinha afundado tanto num mar profundo vestido de negro e verde, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desde esse dia...nunca mais fui a mesma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Achei que tinha encontrado a outra metade de mim. Que finalmente encontrara a parte da minha alma que nem sabia que existia, mas que adivinhava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Os Celtas diziam que por vezes há almas que nascem em corpos separados e que muito raramente se encontram"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje sinto que estou sem alma, tens a tua parte e levaste a minha, mas desta vez não tenho o verde dos teus olhos para me ancorar, sinto-me a afundar perdida no negro da escuridão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/4382931341439395127-5381177452229811977?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5381177452229811977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5381177452229811977&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5381177452229811977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5381177452229811977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/alma.html' title='Alma'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RlDFwZe7jZI/AAAAAAAAADs/m-Ir0PkLxFQ/s72-c/1000imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8056614960715759035</id><published>2007-05-12T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:34:03.215+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Relogio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkY_5oOJIWI/AAAAAAAAADk/bDAevC-xRpY/s1600-h/1003imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063805090306531682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkY_5oOJIWI/AAAAAAAAADk/bDAevC-xRpY/s320/1003imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vou deixar de contar os segundos para que chegues; inconscientemente sei que ainda faltam 261000; mas vou deixar de os contar um a um. Tenho ficado cada vez mais triste porque o tempo está cntra mim, porque os segundos não passam e se transformam em minutos, porque as horas os dias e tudo o que é medido no relogio, parece que parou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Está tudo contra mim! O Tempo esse inimigo que eu arranjei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E eu decidi, que não que não vou olhar para o relogio a cada segundo, que vou fingir que vais chegar já, daqui a um instante, que esse instante vai ser breve, que não vai custar a passar. Tenho de tentar pelo menos, manter a minha sanidade mental no meio desta angusti, no meio desta espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou esperar-te sempre, para sempre como se estivesses sempre a chegar AGORA!&lt;/em&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/4382931341439395127-8056614960715759035?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8056614960715759035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8056614960715759035&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8056614960715759035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8056614960715759035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/relogio.html' title='Relogio'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkY_5oOJIWI/AAAAAAAAADk/bDAevC-xRpY/s72-c/1003imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-510512186184964482</id><published>2007-05-11T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:33:32.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkO5BIOJIVI/AAAAAAAAADc/CZrwN5L3aFE/s1600-h/coffee+mate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063093835132379474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkO5BIOJIVI/AAAAAAAAADc/CZrwN5L3aFE/s320/coffee+mate.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje a tristeza apoderou-se de mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O dia custou a passar, a distância e as saudades tornaram-se insuportaveis!&lt;br /&gt;Há dias assim!&lt;br /&gt;O tempo murcho, murchou-me a alma e o animo.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes a distância tem este problema, quando estamos mais tristes, mais abatidos, os km não se fazem em 2 segundos que era o tempo razoavel para me apaziguares as saudades, esta tristeza, este desanimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disse-te por sms que precisava de mimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E tu, bem, tu ligaste 2 minutos depois só para me dares um beijinho, para me animar, para dizeres que as saudades são maiores que o universo, para me dizeres que estás sempre comigo, para não ficar triste senão tu tambem ficas. E que não há distância que separe dois corações que se amam.&lt;br /&gt;E tão bom ter alguem como tu para nos animar os dias, para nos amar assim.&lt;br /&gt;A 6300km distância consegues o que mais ninguem consegue a 1 metro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Por-me um sorriso iluminado só por ouvir a tua voz.Por-me os olhos a brilhar a olhar para o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;telemovel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tens esse dom, esse condão.&lt;br /&gt;És mesmo o meu mundo de alegria, o meu universo de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-510512186184964482?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/510512186184964482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=510512186184964482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/510512186184964482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/510512186184964482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkO5BIOJIVI/AAAAAAAAADc/CZrwN5L3aFE/s72-c/coffee+mate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8384192898879112237</id><published>2007-05-10T01:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:32:26.767+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkJn7YOJIUI/AAAAAAAAADU/gZdKQeEQSeI/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062723200929571138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkJn7YOJIUI/AAAAAAAAADU/gZdKQeEQSeI/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkJlooOJISI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZLB9mi1u0xQ/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you give yourself and take me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/4382931341439395127-8384192898879112237?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8384192898879112237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8384192898879112237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8384192898879112237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8384192898879112237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-make-living-by-what-we-get-we-make.html' title='Life'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkJn7YOJIUI/AAAAAAAAADU/gZdKQeEQSeI/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-9040779351104060262</id><published>2007-05-09T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:29:17.105+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkHyTIOJIQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8SytjOV05Yg/s1600-h/ApariÃ§Ã£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkHzSIOJIRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TpHIGrgHf2c/s1600-h/IlusÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062594948911145234" style="CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkHzSIOJIRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TpHIGrgHf2c/s320/Ilus%C3%A3o.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" If Love is an illusion then you are the greatest and most extraordinary illusionyst of the world"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dizem que sim, que o amor é ilusão! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas se é uma ilusão porquê este querer tão intenso, estas saudades imensas, este aperto no peito a cada dia maior?&lt;br /&gt;E se sim, se é mesmo uma ilusão; então quero viver esta ilusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero que ela te traga para perto de mim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero ver-te entrar pela porta, agora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero ficar abraçada a ti para sempre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero ter-te e nunca mais te largar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero porque quero! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero porque sim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas principalmente Quero porque &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te Amo e Sei que Me Amas a Mim&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4382931341439395127-9040779351104060262?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/9040779351104060262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=9040779351104060262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9040779351104060262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/9040779351104060262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-love-is-illusion-then-you-are.html' title='Ilusão'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RkHzSIOJIRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TpHIGrgHf2c/s72-c/Ilus%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-6146166240111998220</id><published>2007-05-08T01:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:34:15.995+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Apetece-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apetece-me ficar parada, não sair daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rj-0WYOJIKI/AAAAAAAAACE/d0O1nSDKkB8/s1600-h/sha_paint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061962802739617954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rj-0WYOJIKI/AAAAAAAAACE/d0O1nSDKkB8/s200/sha_paint2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apetece-me não fazer nada, a não ser esperar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apetece-me contar cada segundo, sabendo que cada um que passa é um a menos para tu chegares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apetece-me que o tempo passe! Mas o relogio tornou-se no meu maior inimigo! Decidiu rir-se de mim, do meu desespero, da minha saudade, da minha ansiedade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apetece-me que chegues já, que não demores, que nunca mais te vás, nunca mais ficar sem ti nem por um segundo, abraçar-te forte, nunca mais te largar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apetece-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-6146166240111998220?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/6146166240111998220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=6146166240111998220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6146166240111998220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6146166240111998220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/apetece-me.html' title='Apetece-me'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rj-0WYOJIKI/AAAAAAAAACE/d0O1nSDKkB8/s72-c/sha_paint2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-122999403558753525</id><published>2007-05-07T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:04:57.492+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uso a memória para recordar cada gesto &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cada palavra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;para não desesperar,&lt;br /&gt;para não enlouquecer,&lt;br /&gt;e ter-te a cada instante &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEMPRE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-122999403558753525?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/122999403558753525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=122999403558753525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/122999403558753525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/122999403558753525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/sempre.html' title='Sempre'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3915852834612859532</id><published>2007-05-07T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:05:40.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>Tambem eu fui nomeada pela minha Amiga &lt;a href="http://www.universoeborboletas.blogspot.com"&gt;www.universoeborboletas.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela nomeação Amiga ! O Amor dá sempre que pensar! O Teu o Meu e o dos Outros também! Cada um é unico e incomparavel!&lt;br /&gt;E Agora a tarefa dificil, ser eu a nomear!&lt;br /&gt;Cá vai e com pena por ter de escolher, mas a vida é feita de escolhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a-minha-nuvem.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://a-minha-nuvem.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esomeusegredo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://esomeusegredo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moradaterra.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://moradaterra.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlethingsfrommyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://littlethingsfrommyworld.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esomeusegredo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://esomeusegredo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque sim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-3915852834612859532?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3915852834612859532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3915852834612859532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8284984008491237852</id><published>2007-05-06T10:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:07:44.354+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FYcJ6ASIGws" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Say it's true, there's nothing like me and you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone, tell me you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am falling in love - falling in love - with you&lt;br /&gt;No never I'm never gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;With you, my love, with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-8284984008491237852?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8284984008491237852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8284984008491237852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8284984008491237852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8284984008491237852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/say-its-true-theres-nothing-like-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-6173778258445300475</id><published>2007-05-06T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:25:30.328+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Agora e Sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou tua agora, sou tua desde o dia em que te conheci, mesmo antes sem o sabermos já era tua, antes de te ver, antes de imaginar encontrar-te por acaso! Antes de nos reconheceremos na multidão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em outras vidas, em outros corpos, sempre fui tua; e serei sempre pela eternidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somos uma e a mesma Alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero mais este corpo que me mantém prisioneira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero incorporar-me em TI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-6173778258445300475?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/6173778258445300475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=6173778258445300475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6173778258445300475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6173778258445300475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/agora-e-sempre.html' title='Agora e Sempre'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-51798633463203368</id><published>2007-05-03T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:51:32.049+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>Pois é, e assim são as minhas noites!&lt;br /&gt;Iguais aos meus dias preenchidos por ti. cada segundo contigo no pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Acordo ás 5 horas da manha e depois de só ter conseguido adormecer depois das 2h30 a pensar em ti, acordo fresquíssima cheia de vontade de te abraçar, de te ter perto de mim. "O Amor tira o sono e dá descanso", não me lembro em qual dos meus livros li, mas ficou marcada na memória, por não saber se era verdade ou ficçao; não me lembro quem o afirmou e o publicou para a posteridade, mas só pode ter sido alguém que Amou com verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Desperdiçar tempo a dormir quando se está tão melhor a pensar em ti...&lt;br /&gt;É bom sentir assim! É bom viver assim! Perde-se em sono o que se ganha em tempo útil, já não perco manhãs na cama a dormir até ao meio dia; já não perco tardes na sorna no sofá! Simplesmente não consigo estar quieta, uma electricidade, uma adrenalina!&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me aproveitar todos os raios de sol, todas as pingas de chuva. Não quero perder nenhum pormenor, nem de mim, nem de ti, nem do que a natureza me pode oferecer em todo o seu esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;Este Amor tão Infinito como Eterno, faz-me querer aproveitar tudo de bom que me rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;Só consigo pensar...&lt;br /&gt;É Mesmo Bom Viver Assim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-51798633463203368?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/51798633463203368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=51798633463203368&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/51798633463203368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/51798633463203368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-1139572344344883185</id><published>2007-05-02T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T06:52:08.465+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lucky girl! I can feel, i can touch, i can see &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4382931341439395127-1139572344344883185?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/1139572344344883185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=1139572344344883185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1139572344344883185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/1139572344344883185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-6080183663652623600</id><published>2007-05-02T19:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:07:27.108+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>MAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"És apenas um barco de sonho, que navega na minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Atravessas os meus mais secretos mares de corais azuis e vermelhos&lt;br /&gt;O teu cheiro é incenso que arde, o teu toque a mais fina seda.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é esse o toque que atravessa a minha pele,ataca as minhas veias e prende-me o coração..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se possivel fosse; se o meu coração, a minha alma, o meu corpo, a minha mente, os meus pensamentos, não estivessem todos completamente embebidos de TI, preenchidos por TI, cheios de TI; se ainda tivesse espaço em mim...depois disto AMAR-TE-IA UM BOCADINHO MAIS; MUITO MAIS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-6080183663652623600?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/6080183663652623600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=6080183663652623600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6080183663652623600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6080183663652623600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/05/mais.html' title='MAIS'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-6388315963308697393</id><published>2007-04-30T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:24:13.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Quero-te!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quero ter-te!&lt;br /&gt;Quero Amar-te mais e mais a cada instante! Quero sentir o teu corpo, o teu respirar, o teu cheiro, o teu sabor!&lt;br /&gt;Quero mostrar-te que sou tua! Quero que tenhas a certeza absoluta que nunca te vou Amar menos, que simplesmente não é possivel Amar-te menos!&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te perto, bem junto a mim todos os dias!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre e Para Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até Já, Meu Amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-6388315963308697393?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/6388315963308697393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=6388315963308697393&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6388315963308697393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6388315963308697393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/04/quero-te.html' title='Quero-te!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-208696475140333672</id><published>2007-04-22T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:52:25.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #000   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#FF8000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/6f099801-7d86-4f82-809f-88a11247090c&amp;amp;theName=ANGELS-ROBBIE WILLIAMS&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="90" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/candle.swf" bgcolor="#000" width="42"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" style="font-size:11px" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF8000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/6f099801-7d86-4f82-809f-88a11247090c/ANGELS-ROBBIE-WILLIAMS/?widget=flash_player_candle"&gt;ANGELS-ROBBIE WILL...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-208696475140333672?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/208696475140333672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/208696475140333672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/04/angels-robbie-will.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-8456821887933454331</id><published>2007-04-20T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:49:20.636+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><title type='text'>Salvamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Riji5Xsn8sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WPINIvnCOgY/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Riji5Xsn8sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WPINIvnCOgY/s200/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055540056964985538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto de andar com a cabeça na lua, os pés a dois palmos do chão sempre a sonhar contigo...a pensar em ti....&lt;br /&gt;Pois é; tem o seu revés!&lt;br /&gt;As chaves de casa, a unica cópia existente da entrada para o meu paraiso na terra, caíu no fosso do elevador!&lt;br /&gt;Olhei abismada, estupefacta como um filme em camara lenta que se desenrolava frente aos meus olhos completamente estática e sem reacção á desgraça. Quando as vi infiltrarem-se pela fresta separadora tive a vã esperança naqueles dois segundos que não coubessem na dita de tão estreita me parecia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não! Como que para se rirem de mim couberam as chaves, o coelhito e os dois corações tudo coube na mínuscula fresta!&lt;br /&gt;Em vez  de irritada e preocupada porque não tinha como entrar no meu mundo novamente. Desatei a rir como se tivesse visto ou ouvido uma das melhores comedias dos ultimos tempos!&lt;br /&gt;O problema resolveu-se, a loja do condominio chamou a assistência Scheider e veio o técnico fazer o salvamento do dia, não á donzela em apuros, mas ao coelhito e seus companheiros de queda.&lt;br /&gt;Dou um conselho a quem anda de cabeça na lua e se ri de si mesmo e da propria desgraça... Nunca se riam á frente de um técnico mal disposto a uma sexta feira á hora de almoço... é que se não lhe pagassem para isso tenho a certeza absoluta que o homem que veio tão prontamente ajudar-me quando me viu a rir perdeu a vontade, olhava seriamente para mim e dizia "Não tem piada nenhuma, menina!!!!" Se não lhe pagassem para isso ele não teria feito qualquer salvamento!&lt;br /&gt;Um optimo fim de semana...&lt;br /&gt;Até já, Meu Amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-8456821887933454331?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/8456821887933454331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=8456821887933454331&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8456821887933454331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/8456821887933454331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/04/salvamento.html' title='Salvamento'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Riji5Xsn8sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WPINIvnCOgY/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3499776578600576812</id><published>2007-04-18T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:13:32.323+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Soul Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha alma é feita de luz e trevas; nada de brumas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tenho meio termo! Não sei o que isso é! Ou é preto ou é branco, o cinzento não é côr! Ou oito ou oitenta! Amo ou Ignoro, não Odeio porque isso seria sentir! Ou faz bom tempo ou há temporal; as temperaturas amenas não passam por mim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou de extremos! Quero tudo ou prefiro não ter nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha vida é assim, Tu és assim, Eu sou assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E AMO SER ASSIM! AMO QUE SEJAS ASSIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Até já, Meu Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-3499776578600576812?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3499776578600576812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3499776578600576812&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3499776578600576812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3499776578600576812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/04/soul-mate.html' title='Soul Mate'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-487570729787280926</id><published>2007-04-18T10:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T10:33:27.473+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E um dia percebemos que afinal não era bem assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Passamos uma vida inteira a pensar que não há no mundo ninguem capaz de amar, de se dar, de sentir com a mesma força, a mesma grandeza, a mesma intensidade que nós mesmos! Conseguimos ter a coragem, a arrogancia, a estupidez de (apesar de não acharmos que somos melhor que ninguem) pensar que nós conseguimos, mas os outros não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E quando menos esperamos mostram-nos com palavras, com acções, com atitudes, com carinho, com dar, com um sorriso, com um olhar que afinal andavamos a viver uma vida de enganos! Porque no mundo existe alguem com a mesma capacidade de entrega, com a mesma grandeza de espirito, com a mesma vontade de se dar que nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nesse dia percebemos que afinal vale a pena &lt;strong&gt;realmente &lt;/strong&gt;amar e partilhar e dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigada por me teres aberto os olhos, o coração e a mente para esta realidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Até já, Meu Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-487570729787280926?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/487570729787280926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=487570729787280926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/487570729787280926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/487570729787280926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-dia.html' title='Um dia'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4073112371632299009</id><published>2007-03-29T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:45:19.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Certo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rgu0yEUD5VI/AAAAAAAAAB0/itTh2zvNkaE/s1600-h/medo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047326579643114834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rgu0yEUD5VI/AAAAAAAAAB0/itTh2zvNkaE/s200/medo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rgu0DkUD5UI/AAAAAAAAABs/0KkSRj5M3o0/s1600-h/TN_marbre_sainte_sophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do passado, as recordações! Do futuro, as incertezas! Do presente, nada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já nada nestes dias que vão passando, que se vão desfiando como um novelo de lã, demasiado quente para lhe tocarmos, demasiado desfeito para nos aquecer! O dia a dia não me aquece a vida, não me aquece os sonhos, não me aquece o coração. Queria saber sonhar um sonho certo sobre um futuro que não sei se existe, um futuro que nem sequer sei se quero que exista. Estou a complicar... Tenho medo! Medo de sentir, medo que me magoem, medo de não saber sentir, de não sentir correctamente. Como se houvesse formas correctas de sentir... Mas é assim mesmo! O medo de não saber se é correcto, se estou no tom correcto, no sítio certo, á hora certa, se estou a viver como devia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4382931341439395127-4073112371632299009?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4073112371632299009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4073112371632299009&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4073112371632299009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4073112371632299009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/certo.html' title='Certo'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/Rgu0yEUD5VI/AAAAAAAAAB0/itTh2zvNkaE/s72-c/medo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-6423069317928502066</id><published>2007-03-25T00:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-25T02:10:10.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>AQUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazes-me falta, meu Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto a tua falta a cada minuto que passa, queria ter-te aqui de verdade! Também eu tenho momentos destes em que não sou só espirito, em que preciso de te sentir fisicamente, em que só a tua voz não chega, em que só as tuas palavras não bastam, em que só a tua imagem não preenche todo o vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso de mais...cada minuto, cada segundo preciso mais de ti, preciso de ti AQUI bem junto a mim! Não, não estou a ser piegas...e se estiver... deixa-me ser...por um dia, por uma noite deixa-me queixar da distancia, deixa-me queixar dos quilometros, da terra, da estrada, das horas que nos separam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não me julgues pelo queixume, compreende-o, porque apesar de não o dizeres também tu o sentes, tambem tu te queixas, e depois???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As saudades que não devemos sentir... A tristeza que não podemos dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E cada vez que partes é um tormento, e cada viagem um desassossego, e cada despedida uma facada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-6423069317928502066?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/6423069317928502066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=6423069317928502066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6423069317928502066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6423069317928502066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/aqui.html' title='AQUI'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2751054099285083683</id><published>2007-03-25T00:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:06:30.294Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Apaixonados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgW83Sm0MfI/AAAAAAAAABk/JqQfeRBXXO4/s1600-h/CAY3CVHE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045646615611978226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgW83Sm0MfI/AAAAAAAAABk/JqQfeRBXXO4/s200/CAY3CVHE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Ah, esses momentos...&lt;br /&gt;Eles existem mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Causam emoções intensas e fazem-nos sentir, ao mesmo tempo, felizes e tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, essa vontade imensa de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;E essa alegria que se faz presente em todos os momentos quando nos sentimos apaixonados...&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/4382931341439395127-2751054099285083683?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2751054099285083683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2751054099285083683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2751054099285083683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2751054099285083683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/apaixonados.html' title='Apaixonados'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgW83Sm0MfI/AAAAAAAAABk/JqQfeRBXXO4/s72-c/CAY3CVHE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-7282325710312507607</id><published>2007-03-24T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:36:30.113Z</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely a happy person, even though you have your down moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get the most out of life, though there's always some more happiness to be squeezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-7282325710312507607?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/7282325710312507607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=7282325710312507607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7282325710312507607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/7282325710312507607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-60-happy-youre-definitely-happy.html' title='A Happy Person'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5375449798802872277</id><published>2007-03-24T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-24T13:08:21.011Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Renda-se, como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que você não conhece como eu mergulhei. Não se preocupe em entender, viver ultrapassa qualquer entendimento" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clarice Lispector.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-5375449798802872277?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5375449798802872277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5375449798802872277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5375449798802872277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5375449798802872277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/renda-se-como-eu-me-rendi.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3185710212849795969</id><published>2007-03-23T08:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:50:49.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgOUqim0McI/AAAAAAAAABM/y65LnW-sg0E/s1600-h/black+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045039466150113730" style="WIDTH: 496px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgOUqim0McI/AAAAAAAAABM/y65LnW-sg0E/s400/black+rose.jpg" width="578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"May my dark love be with you"&lt;br /&gt;&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/4382931341439395127-3185710212849795969?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3185710212849795969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3185710212849795969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3185710212849795969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3185710212849795969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgOUqim0McI/AAAAAAAAABM/y65LnW-sg0E/s72-c/black+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-2608985809457785116</id><published>2007-03-22T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:51:39.953Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;É mesmo assim... Porque "milagres"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgLpiSm0MbI/AAAAAAAAABE/lnfCXLU66gA/s1600-h/CAWP2NK1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044851307927843250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgLpiSm0MbI/AAAAAAAAABE/lnfCXLU66gA/s200/CAWP2NK1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt; ainda acontecem é que eu não perco a esperança em dias melhores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Duas vezes no mesmo dia... não, não é mesmo normal! Mas a tristeza era tanta que não pude, não consegui, não quis evitar...e lá seguiu mais uma mensagem, desta vez com uma tristeza imensa, que imaginei, mas não quis pensar que te iria preocupar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma chamada de numero privado(nem quis acreditar que pudesses ser tu...)atendi por descaro de consciencia e....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;E porque a tristeza não se esconde, e porque o Amor não se paga, e porque a felicidade não se pede, e porque o dar carinho só o é se fôr de vontade e de verdade, e porque a distância não tem quilometros quando existe Amor de verdade, e porque uma noite de viagem não custa se fôr para o lugar certo, e principalmente porque TU és TU... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até já, meu Amor....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-2608985809457785116?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/2608985809457785116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=2608985809457785116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2608985809457785116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/2608985809457785116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/momento.html' title='Momento'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgLpiSm0MbI/AAAAAAAAABE/lnfCXLU66gA/s72-c/CAWP2NK1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4208078935233061929</id><published>2007-03-22T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:27:11.547Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Amanha....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgLl8Cm0MaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/woKuRTeWtuU/s1600-h/11894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044847352262963618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgLl8Cm0MaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/woKuRTeWtuU/s200/11894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dias assim...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acordei tão de bem com a vida, tão feliz... mas as nuvens ensombraram o sol e eu entrei num estado hipnótico de melancolia e de potêncial tristeza! Fiquei com ódio e com raiva de mim mesma por me deixar afectar assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passei por um estado de graça apenas por uma voz sem fios do outro lado da barreira, uma voz que vai ao espaço aéreo antes de chegar até mim, mas quando chega sussurra-me ao ouvido com toda a doçura do universo..."Gosto tanto de ti!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;E agora como que desfalecida de um dia, de mais um dia de sentimentos arrebatadores e contraditórios... tento colocar a cabeça em ordem, as ideias no sítio, os sentimentos no lugar certo, descansar o coração e pensar que amanha vai ser concerteza um outro dia...&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/4382931341439395127-4208078935233061929?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4208078935233061929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4208078935233061929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4208078935233061929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4208078935233061929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/h-dias-assim.html' title='Amanha....'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgLl8Cm0MaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/woKuRTeWtuU/s72-c/11894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3577821252664423441</id><published>2007-03-22T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:43:27.425Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Estar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgBHjCm0MWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pWP_oV8Thbg/s1600-h/Dom+18.03.07+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044110249975624034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgBHjCm0MWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pWP_oV8Thbg/s320/Dom+18.03.07+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma tarde livre, um dia de sol, uma vontade enorme de relaxar, de não pensar, de deixar fluir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;O rio Douro como pano de fundo a desaguar no oceano, um local privilegiado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um livro para ler ou entreter e sem apetite para o fazer, serve apenas para e só para &lt;strong&gt;encobrir&lt;/strong&gt; esta vontade de nada fazer, para &lt;strong&gt;parecer &lt;/strong&gt;que se faz alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda nos olham de lado e com desdém quando percebem que estamos apenas a aproveitar o tempo para estar bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estar, estar só por estar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentindo-me bem com a minha própria companhia; mesmo sabendo que estaria bem melhor se pudesses partilhar este momento. Partilhas, mas sempre através de mim; porque tu não estás, porque tu nunca estás; mas vais estar sempre e para sempre dentro de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&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/4382931341439395127-3577821252664423441?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3577821252664423441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3577821252664423441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3577821252664423441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3577821252664423441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/estar.html' title='Estar....'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/RgBHjCm0MWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pWP_oV8Thbg/s72-c/Dom+18.03.07+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4586672912277967890</id><published>2007-03-21T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:46:12.550Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Amiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ti...que soubeste em tão pouco tempo mostrar-me que mulheres também podem ser amigas entre si!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca tinha tido uma relação tão proxima com outro ser do mesmo sexo... Sempre achei as mulheres falsas e hipocritas entre si, de uma crueldade atroz, de uma insensibilidade mordaz e basicamente convenhamos que até são... Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje percebi o bom que é ter uma amiga como tu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Partilhar o tempo a fazer coisas diferentes dentro do mesmo espaço fisico, respeitando mutuamente o espaço individual! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo de cada uma de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inacreditavelmente... adormeci a meio da tarde e tu continuaste respeitando o meu tempo, o meu espaço como se fosse "normal"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando acordei senti-me tão bem.... (Não, não foi pelo telefonema!) foi mesmo porque afinal era mesmo possivel ter alguem a quem pudessemos chamar amigo e da mesma "raça" que nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi bom sentir assim! Como foi bom saber que podia partilhar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ti que te conheço há tão pouco tempo mas que parece uma eternidade pela intensidade, a verdade, a tenacidade.... O Meu Muito Obrigada AMIGA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-4586672912277967890?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4586672912277967890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4586672912277967890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4586672912277967890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4586672912277967890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/amiga.html' title='Amiga'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-6336978052023276462</id><published>2007-03-21T03:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:48:28.510Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Sentido'/><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olho á minha volta e só te vejo a ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero morrer de saudades e sei que não posso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prometi-te, fizemos um pacto um pacto que pretendo cumprir, se não fosse para cumprir nao lhe teriamos chamado pacto! Prometi que nao sentiria saudades tuas apesar da distancia, apesar de nao te ver, apesar de te saber bem para lá da fronteira ( e ainda dizem que já nao há fonteiras...) são simples tolos que não sabem o que dizem ou nao sabem o que é o Amor, apesar de saber que nao sabes quando, como ou se poderás vir. Quem sabe quando, quem sabe como, quem sabe se... mas eu sei que virás! Um dia vens, para partir a seguir, e talvez, mas só talvez um dia venhas e seja para ficar ou para me levares... Quem sabe um dia... Por enquanto vou ficando por aqui procurando forças para nao morrer de saudades porque o meu leito de morte serão os teus braços e nunca a solidão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas aqui entre nós que ninguem nos ouve... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tenho muitas saudades tuas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-6336978052023276462?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/6336978052023276462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=6336978052023276462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6336978052023276462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/6336978052023276462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-4036625685243024723</id><published>2007-03-20T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:49:09.611Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiva'/><title type='text'>Mentira</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei e.... Apetece-me mentir-te!&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez desde que te conheço, e já lá vão cinco longos anos...; apetece-me mentir-te!!!&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-te em suspenso, não te deixar seguir o teu caminho, não te deixar seguir em frente, e dizer-te....&lt;br /&gt;"Sim vale a pena esperares por mim...!"&lt;br /&gt;Como me apetecia mentir-te...!!! Como me apetecia fazer-te o que me fizeste durante cinco anos....&lt;br /&gt;Mas é isso mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou capaz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-4036625685243024723?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/4036625685243024723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=4036625685243024723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4036625685243024723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/4036625685243024723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/mentira.html' title='Mentira'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-5028891912847033576</id><published>2007-03-20T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:43:51.329Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo em grande'/><title type='text'>Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem foi dia do pai! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos os dias deveriam ser Dias do Pai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ninguem como ele me entende sem palavras, ninguem me responde sem perguntas ás duvidas mais básicas e existenciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ninguem me abre dois caminhos numa encruzilhada e me diz para optar, com toda a legitimidade e vontade que eu escolha o caminho certo; e se a minha escolha nao fôr a dele; aceita, acompanha a uma distancia segura o meu caminho para num momento de fragilidade se colocar a meu lado e caminhar comigo, até que a tempestade passe o medo se vá como que por encanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nao preciso de desculpas para festejar o meu Pai, mas ainda bem que lhe dedicaram um dia no ano exclusivo para ele! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apenas e só porque ele merecia que todos os dias fossem dele... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-5028891912847033576?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/5028891912847033576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=5028891912847033576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5028891912847033576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/5028891912847033576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-do-pai.html' title='Dia do Pai'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382931341439395127.post-3291712275482024828</id><published>2007-03-20T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:32:51.858Z</updated><title type='text'>O principio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca tinha pensado em fazer um blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas... porque ontem foi dia do pai, porque uma nova amiga me incentivou, ou apenas porque hoje já me sinto disponivel para partilhar o meu pequeno mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4382931341439395127-3291712275482024828?l=opequenomundodea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/feeds/3291712275482024828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4382931341439395127&amp;postID=3291712275482024828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3291712275482024828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4382931341439395127/posts/default/3291712275482024828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opequenomundodea.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-principio.html' title='O principio'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_Fame0R2x4/S2VwASxAwEI/AAAAAAAAARA/HOCHF-l9T8Y/S220/black+rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
