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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1590346933542493796</id><published>2011-09-29T15:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:48:33.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lado Lunar...Lado solar"</title><content type='html'>Não há casais perfeitos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há sim mentiras "perfeitas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-1590346933542493796?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1590346933542493796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=1590346933542493796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1590346933542493796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1590346933542493796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/lado-lunarlado-solar.html' title='&quot;Lado Lunar...Lado solar&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-3137227314729850614</id><published>2011-09-19T16:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:19:29.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"super bafinho"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mando Diao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance with somebody"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break your happy home&lt;br /&gt;Learn to sing along&lt;br /&gt;To the music, to the music&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands and shake&lt;br /&gt;On a summer's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the music, to the music[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing it all night long&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dance with somebody&lt;br /&gt;Dance with somebodyDance, dance, dance&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dance with somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;We become your home&lt;br /&gt;We're the music, we're the music&lt;br /&gt;When your love's away&lt;br /&gt;And you feel betrayed&lt;br /&gt;We're the music, sweet music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing it all night long&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dance with somebody&lt;br /&gt;Dance with somebody&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30x]&lt;br /&gt;Dance...&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 4x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing it all night long&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dance with somebody&lt;br /&gt;Dance with somebody&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, danceMore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/mando_diao/dance_with_somebody.html"&gt;http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/mando_diao/dance_with_somebody.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-3137227314729850614?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3137227314729850614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=3137227314729850614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3137227314729850614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3137227314729850614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/super-bafinho.html' title='&quot;super bafinho&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7510403459949935423</id><published>2011-09-19T15:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:06:21.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor de estomago"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;««Não trates como prioridade quem só te vê como uma opção»»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Esta frase nunca fez tanto sentido como naquela 6ªfeira.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De facto para quê valorizar e dar ênfase a algo ou alguém que apenas nos quer como 2ª opção como "back up" caso o plano incial não corra como previsto?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode não parecer, mas eu gosto de mim e valorizo-me demais ao ponto de me sujeitar a que estejam comigo apenas porque o Plano A não foi alcançado então vamos lá procurar o suplente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olha ainda bem que me puseste como 2ªopção assim estive c quem me valoriza mesmo e quer mesmo estar comigo e há muito tempo que não me sentia tanto em harmonia, não sou vingativa, mas acho que de uma forma ou de outra acabamos por pagar pelos nossos erros e pela forma como tratamos mal certas pessoas que não o merecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Revolta-me imenso as pessoas não serem frontais para dizerem directamente e sem rodeios as suas escolhas, cada um é livre de estar c quem quer estar, quem sou eu para impor a minha presença a quem quer que seja, mas que ao menos sejamos adultos para o admitir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu dsebafo prende-se mesmo com o facto de haver tanto sinismo...e a mim me condenarem por ser " verdadeira demais" sim..por incrivel que parece as pessoas não gostam mesmo que lhes digam as verdades, o ser humano gosta que lhe mintam com um sorriso na cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma mentira + um sorriso na cara + um "ah sim concordo plenamente" e está ali o inicio de uma grande amizade:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É triste, mas é o mundo em que vivemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-7510403459949935423?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7510403459949935423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7510403459949935423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7510403459949935423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7510403459949935423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/dor-de-estomago.html' title='A dor de estomago&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7487333602194770989</id><published>2011-09-05T12:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:26:43.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(CUT) COPY</title><content type='html'>Porquê vais embora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto por dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanto para falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanto para rir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanto para partilhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanto para chorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanto por conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto despedidas, mas é um facto..todos aqueles de quem me aproximo acabam por de uma forma ou de outra partir e "abandonar-me", bem sei que a verdadeira amizade estará sempre presente apesar da distância, mas e SE é a distância que permite que a amizade não evolua?? A distância mata tudo ou vai matando aos poucos, por mais que se diga que não...a falta fisica da pessoa influencia muito na relação interpessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais amigos à distância, quero amigos aqui comigo com quem eu possa estar, com quem eu possa partilhar um sorriso ou uma tristeza, quero ouvir e ver as gargalhadas deles quando digo uma baboseira e quero que o contrário tambem aconteça:(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela minha experiencia a distancia "mata" sempre um pouco as relações, eu gostaria de não pensar assim, mas é essa a minha visão dos acontecimentos baseada naquilo que vivi. A Amizade continua, mas não é a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-7487333602194770989?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7487333602194770989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7487333602194770989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7487333602194770989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7487333602194770989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/cut-copy.html' title='(CUT) COPY'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-2595425784243902550</id><published>2011-09-05T12:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:20:59.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"children´s day"</title><content type='html'>Fico feliz por saber que estás feliz e que aparentemente aprendeste a descomplicar e passaste a deixar-te levar e aproveitar o momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te desejei o melhor e agora percebo porquê..apenas andavas "perdido" e agora parece que te encontraste e encontraste o amor, o tal amor de que tanto falavas e do qual lançavas altas expectativas dizendo que não era para ti, que não tinhas sorte ou que nunca te prestavam atenção. As pessoas prestam atenção ao que dizes, ao que és como pessoa, tu simplesmente é que nunca te apercebeste disso o que te deixava inseguro e triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que agora tenhas percebido que há quem goste de ti, que tenha gostado e que volte a gostar só tens de olhar melhor à tua volta e vais perceber que tens uma imensidão de gente que te adora e te deseja tudo de bom:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sê feliz e até um dia:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-2595425784243902550?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2595425784243902550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=2595425784243902550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2595425784243902550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2595425784243902550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/childrens-day.html' title='&quot;children´s day&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8512940073120715290</id><published>2011-08-29T15:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:10:31.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alf(Ama-te)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Está a passar por um bom momento da vida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com projectos interessantes, conhecimentos interessantes, momentos importantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há sempre aquela altura da nossa vida em que sentimos que estamos a fazer as coisas só por fazer, que estamos com certas pessoas só por estar, que nos sentimos desmotivados com tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste momento essa fase passou, tenho vontade de fazer coisas e estou a lutar por fazê-las, vivi acomodada muito tempo a pensar "e se.." ou "talvez"..."gostaria de.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora é vou fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou mexer-me para poder concretizar tudo isso, ou pelo menos algumas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando numa fase da estupidez parva e é por mim não por factores externos, sinto-me bem e noto que isso tem atraído os que me rodeiam. Sinto-me bem por ter dado a volta por cima sem ter recorrido a terapeuticas algo que dúbias e com poucos resultados a longo prazo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu tenho de gostar de mim e deixar de me importar e de angustiar com coisas/pessoas as quais não posso controlar. Como diz alguém muito sábio "tudo aquilo que foge do meu controlo e não depende de mim, não me pode causar mau estar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E é bem verdade...vou.me afastar de tudo o que deprime..tudo aquilo que me suga as energias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-8512940073120715290?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8512940073120715290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8512940073120715290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8512940073120715290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8512940073120715290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/08/alfama-te.html' title='Alf(Ama-te)'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6973547210994030610</id><published>2011-06-01T17:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:01:07.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGdPHUPPMus/TeZwN8U5yMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/P9xS16yTjDM/s1600/Sardinhas%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613297370398312642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGdPHUPPMus/TeZwN8U5yMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/P9xS16yTjDM/s320/Sardinhas%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já estão quase ai as festinhas de Lisboa:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;venha daí uma sardinhola (tb se n for nesta altura qd será?!):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2238911548705954035-6973547210994030610?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6973547210994030610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6973547210994030610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6973547210994030610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6973547210994030610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/ja-estao-quase-ai-as-festinhas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGdPHUPPMus/TeZwN8U5yMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/P9xS16yTjDM/s72-c/Sardinhas%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-2625998690740187661</id><published>2011-05-16T18:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:11:26.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kup</title><content type='html'>Tudo na vida é feito com base em interesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a amizade é mais um exemplo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-2625998690740187661?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2625998690740187661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=2625998690740187661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2625998690740187661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2625998690740187661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/05/kup.html' title='Kup'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-4327506845902153325</id><published>2011-05-16T17:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:09:07.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>90´s</title><content type='html'>O Pior sentimento do mundo é o sentimento da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão...&lt;br /&gt;suga-nos&lt;br /&gt;distorçe a nossa visão da realidade&lt;br /&gt;muda-nos&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos mudar&lt;br /&gt;chora&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos chorar&lt;br /&gt;entristece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É extraordinário como o ser humano tem uma capacidade tão grande de disfarçar, mostrar que está tudo bem quando o não está, rir, brincar, conviver, beijar e quando chega ao seu refugio tudo isso cai que nem um copo de vidro que se parte em mil bocados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo embora heterógeneo entendo perfeitamente que haja pessoas que não se encaixam nele, pessoas que no meio da multidão se sintam sozinhas, sem apoio, sem qq demonstração de preocupação por parte de outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém morre, pessoas choram, outras aproveitam e poem a conversa em dia.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes quem está ali a ser velado é mero "expectador" dos comentarios de outros, muitos dos quais nem o conhecem.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos nunca lhe disseram "bom dia" nem lhe perguntaram ou demonstraram interesse em saber se estava tudo bem. Muitos considerados amigos estavam mais preocupados em agradar outros, do que propriamente em fazer o seu papel de amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguem entra em colapso nem sempre ha salvamento possivel, mas tambem n é da responsabilidade amigos e familiares "travar" que cheguemos a um ponto sem retorno ou com difícil retorno?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São várias as pessoas (demais até) com quem interago diariamente que chegaram a esse dito colapso, algumas não o admitem, outras n o pretendem resolver refugiando-se em medicamentos e tentando viver uma vida normal (mal sabendo que é utópico pensar assim).&lt;br /&gt;Algumas tentaram o suicidio, mas n foram bem sucedidas, talvez por cobardia, talvez porque a vida lhe deu uma 2ªoportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inacabado)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-4327506845902153325?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4327506845902153325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=4327506845902153325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4327506845902153325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4327506845902153325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/05/90s.html' title='90´s'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7103128588151523627</id><published>2011-05-05T17:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:20:40.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>«Olha......olá»»</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKppoli_XJ4/TcLMGGGm96I/AAAAAAAAAQc/UOpSgoJAQq0/s1600/andar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603265291491932066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKppoli_XJ4/TcLMGGGm96I/AAAAAAAAAQc/UOpSgoJAQq0/s320/andar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual facebook, qual messenger, qual sms qual quê?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada melhor que tudo aquilo q é espontaneo aí sim se vê quando e SE aqueles de quem gostamos sentem saudades nossas e querem a nossa companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre fui a favor da espontaneidade, do acaso, mas infelizmente também me tenho rendido à preguiça do facebook e das mensagens de texto ao invés de estar directamente com aqueles de quem gosto e de quem sinto falta:(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou tentar mudar isso, tenho saudades de quando aparecia em casa dos meus amigos e lhes fazia uma surpresa, hoje em dia está tudo tão impessoal, deixa-se uma mensagem no mural e uns quantos pôem "like" onde quantos mais "likes" tiveres sinal é que mais amigos tens e tentas provar aos teus "900" amigos que és uma pessoa muito sociavel e que toda a gente gosta dos teus posts, ao invés estás em casa numa 6feira à noite ou num sabado à noite sozinho porque simplesmente não tens com quem estar de entre os 900 nenhum se lembra verdadeiramente de ti, mas coloca um "like" no teu wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hoje o meu desabafo foi contra as "novas tecnologias" de que hoje todos nós estamos (uns mais que outros) dependentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hoje sinto-me assim:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feliz por ter tido um belo acaso:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-7103128588151523627?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7103128588151523627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7103128588151523627' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7103128588151523627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7103128588151523627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/05/olhaola.html' title='«Olha......olá»»'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKppoli_XJ4/TcLMGGGm96I/AAAAAAAAAQc/UOpSgoJAQq0/s72-c/andar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8112908223039538659</id><published>2011-02-10T12:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:19:49.505Z</updated><title type='text'>"O.A"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Juro que não entendo o ser humano...faço um esforço, mas todos os dias vejo algo que me entristece, desagrada e revolta imenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste momento o que estimula a convivencia, o encanto é a falta de opinião, a personalidade ambivalente ou a falta dela, as opiniões conforme a aceitação do meio em que nos rodeamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada vez mais me apercebo que fazemos e agimos de acordo com o que será aceite por aqueles com quem queremos e com quem nos convem estar. Aqueles que são eles próprios, com bom ou mau feitio, mas genuinos são penalizados porque "não estão de bem com a vida", porque "implicam com tudo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estar de bem com a vida não é concordar com tudo o que ela nos oferece é lutar, expor o nosso ponto de vista, debater as nossas ideias, ter opinião. saber ouvir, saber discordar, concordar quando necessário...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entristece-me imenso quando vejo alguns seguirem o caminho mais fácil..não percebem que teu amigo é aquele que te aceita como és, não tens de concordar com tudo o que ele diz, nem tens de ouvir a música toda que ele ouve, há amigos que nada têm em comum, mas que são amigos para uma vida. E eu aprendi da pior forma que deixei "fugir os errados" e fiz com que permancessem os que nem conteudo têm são meras imitações e fotocópias do grupo ao qual querem a todo o custo integrar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É triste!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-8112908223039538659?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8112908223039538659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8112908223039538659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8112908223039538659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8112908223039538659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/oa.html' title='&quot;O.A&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1419617645419484280</id><published>2011-01-26T16:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T17:03:32.581Z</updated><title type='text'>inimmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje é mesmo daqueles dias em que acordei (ainda que atrasada para o work) bem disposta...talvez pelo sol radiante que saía por entre as cortinas do quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro dias assim em que o sol que está lá fora entra dentro da nossa alma enchendo-nos de alegria e mudando-nos a disposição com uma velocidade deveras incrível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já percebi qual tem sido o meu problema maior até agora..a falta de sol:( admito sou uma das muitas pessoas bastante influenciáveis pelo tempo e temperatura externa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por isso em vez de estar aqui fechada a escrever vou lá para fora aproveitar os ultimos raios de sol desta tarde de 4ªfeira:)&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/2238911548705954035-1419617645419484280?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1419617645419484280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=1419617645419484280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1419617645419484280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1419617645419484280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/inimmm.html' title='inimmm'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1554916001919002550</id><published>2011-01-01T21:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:43:47.431Z</updated><title type='text'>"2011"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Um ano fresquinho começa...mas duvidas, pensamentos, consequências do ano que passou continuam bem vivas na memória mesmo que neste momento ela esteja algo que camuflada com outro tipo de substancias que demorarão horas, dias ou mm meses a desaparecer da mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E hoje a minha duvida esclareceu-se...de facto aquilo que julgava ser problema dos outros, afinal é mesmo o meu problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Esta é a minha resolução para o novo ano que aí chegou: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Tentar ser mais tolerante, mais paciente e voltar a deixar que despertem em mim a minha  "alegria", espontaneidade","jovialidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; que ao longo deste ultimo ano se foi perdendo e nem me apercebi disso. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho perdido ou escondido toda a minha alegria de viver, a minha impulsividade mais ou menos controlada..e tenho saudades do meu "antigo eu ". &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;A verdade é que com tudo aquilo que se tem passado cada vez me abro menos às pessoas e chego mesmo a julgar e tratar mal quem conheci à meros 5 minutos, coisa que nunca fiz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tem-me custado a acreditar que de facto há quem goste de mim, acha que eu sou importante,quando estamos demasiados centrados em nós esquecemo-nos de olhar ao nosso redor e perceber que há mesmo quem goste de nós e queira estar connosco, queira a nossa companhia e que fique feliz com ela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero agradecer-te por me teres feito abrir os olhos, por umas simples 5 palavras me terem feito "acordar" e perceber que mesmo quando tudo lá fora é uma merda, aqui dentro pode ser melhor todos quisermos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Portanto....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Um bom ano de 2011 para todos....que este seja aquele ano em que todos nós (mesmo com o crescer das dificuldades) consigamos alcançar a nossa paz interior e aprendamos a lidar connosco mesmos e com os que nos rodeiam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553170725751607506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/TRDTWmWF0NI/AAAAAAAAAP8/115MIJ5MpMM/s320/SEM_IN%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&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/2238911548705954035-7757727258076055682?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7757727258076055682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7757727258076055682' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7757727258076055682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7757727258076055682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/sem-inspiracao.html' title='sem inspiração'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/TRDTWmWF0NI/AAAAAAAAAP8/115MIJ5MpMM/s72-c/SEM_IN%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8790952900098444377</id><published>2010-12-20T11:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:30:37.041Z</updated><title type='text'>"oito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há imenso tempo que não vinha aqui...talvez porque neste ultimos dois meses tenho tido tempo para tudo (ou quase tudo) menos para me sentar e respirar..e poder escrever um pouco. Curiosamente também já não me tenho sentido tão "addicted" ao blog..tenho optado por outras formas de "desabafo":)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-8790952900098444377?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8790952900098444377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8790952900098444377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8790952900098444377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8790952900098444377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/oito.html' title='&quot;oito&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-608686057491049373</id><published>2010-09-02T12:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:55:22.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LOMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/TH-QUfI_vYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NMR7wxzRsrI/s1600/avante+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512283150555790722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/TH-QUfI_vYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NMR7wxzRsrI/s320/avante+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decididamente não gosto mesmo do mês de Setembro, embora nunca tenha férias em Agosto partilho da opinião de que o mês de Setembro é aquele mês em que anda toda a gente mal humorada e sem paciencia marca o "fim"do verão, começo já a notar que o sol embora brilhe já não é da mesma forma e os dias começam a diminuir, mesmo tendo a noção de que este ano tivémos um verão à séria despedirmo-nos dele é sempre complicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para mim o mÊs de setembro marca sempre o arranque do ano lectivo, coisas para planear, organizar, estruturar, reuniões..e este ano lectivo não estou com motivação para fazer esses planeamentos..talvez porque mais uma vez tenho de me ambientar a um novo sítio, novas pessoas, novas realidades, novas formas de trabalhar. Não sou resistente à mudança, muito pelo contrário, nunca o fui, mas começa a ser difícil lidar sempre com a sensação de ser "dispensada" e/ou "preterida" em relação a algo ou alguem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alem disso este ano foi um ano de mudanças a vários níveis, mudanças boas e outras menos boas..acho q 2010 ainda n foi o meu ano, normalmente anos pares costumam correr-me bem, mas tenho alguma dificuldade enste momento em ver a luz ao fundo do túnel..aquela luz que me fará sentir-me bem, tranquila, alegre de outros momentos..há quem a encontre mais facilmente, mas eu n vou desistir de continuar a procurar a "minha" luz e o dia em q o fizer então quer dizer que desisti de ser algo mais do que aquilo agora sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo isto para dizer que este fim de semana é fim de semana de Avante:) a festa que salva tudo, salva o mês de setembro, salva as semanas de angústia e preocupação laboral..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Venha dai a festa e alegria que é o que se precisa:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-608686057491049373?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/608686057491049373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=608686057491049373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/608686057491049373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-4198278676726301133</id><published>2010-07-07T16:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:59:20.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;««Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas o amado já... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é a dor dos que ficaram para trás, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aquela que nunca amou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não ter por quem sentir saudades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;passar pela vida e não viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nunca ter sofrido.»»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(e é um facto..todos os dias tenho saudades..do que fui em tempos, do que fiz, com quem estive, de ti..mas ter saudades tambem pressupõe uma mudança e é nessa mudança que  tenho de apostar e não ficar presa ao passado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-4198278676726301133?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4198278676726301133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-2068698403368568920</id><published>2010-07-07T16:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:42:04.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Espanha x Portugal"</title><content type='html'>Tentei enfiar a cabeça na areia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre te adorei em prol daquilo que vivemos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que sorrimos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que partilhámos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que esquecemos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;os segredos que guardámos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas tudo isso agora faz parte do passado, passado eu que não queria que continuasse a se-lo, tentei por tudo que esse passado continuasse a ser o meu presente e o meu futuro, mas há coisas que estão destinadas a acabar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu mudei, tu mudaste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e decididamente não acompanhámos a mudança uma da outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O teu egoismo fere-me..mas sempre tentei desculpa-lo, sempre te defendi mesmo quando havia argumentos em nada a tue favor, mas fi-lo achando que era característica da tua personalidade e como tua amiga teria de aceitar os teus defeitos, mas apercebi-me que já não sou tua amiga, e muito menos és tu minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apercebi-me que já não me interesso muito pela tua vida, já não fico com aquela cara parva de felicidade quando te vejo (coisa que acontecia anteriormente), já não tenho vontade de te contar acerca dos meus sucessos/insucessos e também acho que não te interessa sequer saber deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não te desejo mal, mas...já não espero nada de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Espero que sejas feliz, mas..aquela cadeira para mim estará sempre vazia e não esperarei que a ocupes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/2238911548705954035-2068698403368568920?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2068698403368568920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=2068698403368568920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2068698403368568920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2068698403368568920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/espanha-x-portugal.html' title='&quot;Espanha x Portugal&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-2827376590680497071</id><published>2010-07-05T12:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:54:42.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/TDG_L5dWMpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qDy_sxA15Co/s1600/felta-tejo-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490379631864722066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/TDG_L5dWMpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qDy_sxA15Co/s400/felta-tejo-2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um bom sítio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom ambiente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal todo aos saltos,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo alegre, bem disposto..&lt;br /&gt;quando se tem musica a tocar e uma boa companhia é impossivel estar triste:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haverá lá melhor terapia que ouvir música?:) se houver digam-me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até ao próximo:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-2827376590680497071?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2827376590680497071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chorei compulsivamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mas de nada adiantou..hoje acordei e continuei a não me sentir aliviada, nem melhor do que ontem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou assustada, apavorada confesso, à muito muito tempo que não me sentia tão à beira de um abismo..e mais assustada fico quando aqueles que me rodeiam não fazem sequer ideia do desespero que tenho dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendi bem ao longo dos tempos a disfarçar as minhas emoções, tornei-me fria..impenetrável e só tu te apercebes disso, só tu percebes a minha fraqueza e por isso mesmo te afasto para não seres arrastado por ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixa-me no meu canto, deixa-me chorar que daqui por uns tempos eu recompor-me-ei não te preocupes sempre me habituei a não contar com ninguem, a não ter apoio, a estar rodeada por egoismo , esta foi a minha defesa para deixar de esperar algo de quem quer que seja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou continuar a sorrir, como sempre te lembras de mim, mas esse sorriso nem sempre será 100% verdadeiro porque se eu sorrio é muitas vezes para esconder o meu real estado de espírito,estado esse que quero a muito custo esconder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segue a tua vida..sê feliz como tenho a certeza que serás..eu vou tentar ser minimamente feliz já que cada vez acho mesmo que a felicidade cm muitos a descrevem é um estado de espírito muito utópico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É só uma má fase..já te consegui convencer disso:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-3158774706352544208?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3158774706352544208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=3158774706352544208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3158774706352544208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3158774706352544208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/hussel.html' title='Hussel'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5379205214109908637</id><published>2010-06-14T15:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:51:29.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"10 Junho"</title><content type='html'>No meio de uma indecisão há sempre quem sai magoado... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há sempre quem não compreenda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem não admita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem chore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sinta raiva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem se desiluda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pior que não gostar é a noção que se tem de que não se sabe se se gosta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguem muda do dia para a noite, mas espera-se que as indecisões de hoje sejam as certezas do amanhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanha esse que está a demorar tanto tempo para chegar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até lá o tempo vai passando e vamos sofrendo as consequencias das nossas "incertas" atitudes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-5379205214109908637?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5379205214109908637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5379205214109908637' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre admiti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não tenho o dom da palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não tenho mínimo jeito para me expressar verbalmente, alias, admito as palavras assustam-me..fujo delas....elas tendem em querer fugir-me da boca em situações onde tenho, preciso e devo mesmo estar calada e apenas devo continuar a apreciar o momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há certas palavras que têm um peso enorme..e o pior é que no momento em que as dizemos...temos mesmo a certeza (alguns) de que é o que queremos dizer naquele momento, mas depois tudo é efémero...no dia seguinte estamos com outras pessoas, temos outras conversas, apreendemos outra realidade e deparamo-nos que se calhar nos excedemos no que dissemos anteriormente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero com isto dizer que hoje em dia sinto uma dificuldade tão grande em ter certezas de tudo aquilo que digo, faço ou partilho....nada é uma verdade absoluta e tenho uma péssima (?) mania de pôr constantemente tudo em causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes gostaria de ser como aquelas pessoas que têm a certeza da profissão a seguir, da pessoa com quem querem namorar/casar, de quantos filhos querem ter, de onde querem morar.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como posso ter certas ideias tão vincadas e outras tão inconstantes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É uma luta diária admito, tenho tentado mudar, mas é difícil...&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/2238911548705954035-2556330976038935560?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2556330976038935560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=2556330976038935560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2556330976038935560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nem a tua serenidade me tranquiliza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nem um abraço apertado e sentido me conforta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nem o beijo mais intenso nos envolve e faz abstrair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nem o mais expressivo olhar nos diz que tudo vai ficar bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nem o teu sorriso me anima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nem o teu calor me aquece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nem as tuas piadas me fazem parar de chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Há mesmo dias de merda..&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/2238911548705954035-8823499606671118193?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8823499606671118193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8823499606671118193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny Kravitz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I Love The Rain"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are forming&lt;br /&gt;She comes again&lt;br /&gt;I'll go and walk with her&lt;br /&gt;Along the Seine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she'll be storming&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the wind&lt;br /&gt;But that don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've held our memories&lt;br /&gt;All of these years&lt;br /&gt;So many good times&lt;br /&gt;And many tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my dreams with her&lt;br /&gt;I share my fears&lt;br /&gt;So I just walk with her&lt;br /&gt;Until she veers&lt;br /&gt;Off in the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, I love&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she always does&lt;br /&gt;She has to leave&lt;br /&gt;With her she takes my heart&lt;br /&gt;Into her breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that she&lt;br /&gt;Just likes to tease&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;For her reprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, I love, I love&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, I love, I love&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJi1QEcw3zw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJi1QEcw3zw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2238911548705954035-7641264037218016817?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7641264037218016817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7641264037218016817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7641264037218016817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S9A-hR5MidI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BZc1XU-puhM/s400/Abra%25C3%25A7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como é bom dar um abraço profundo&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-me tremer por dentro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;Um beijo quente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;Um gesto de ternura sentido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;Uma carícia sem medo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;Tenho medo, mas se é bom há que aproveitar:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-4625816136050490443?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Temos trint'anos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mais trezentos de sofredora exaltação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É este o cabo dos tormentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, não e não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saboreamos o passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;por entre os beijos mais violentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e mais subtis que temos dado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o monumento dos momentos oscila, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desde os fundamentos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a tão febril consagração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas estacamos, sonolentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora, não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda não ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo se torna esbranquiçado: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eram azuis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;são já cinzentos os horizontes do pecado ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há nos teus ombros turbulentos cintilações, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pressentimentos ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os nossos corpos descerão para que abismos lamacentos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah! não, e não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eis-vos, de novo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;movimentos que apunhalais a inquietação! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E assim unidos gritaremos que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não e não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que ainda não! »»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;David Mourão Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-5951379437416010048?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5951379437416010048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5951379437416010048' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5951379437416010048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5951379437416010048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/depois-do-sangue-misturado-depois-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8246446382789443008</id><published>2010-04-07T17:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:09:15.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;««Tentei fugir da mancha mais escura que existe no teu corpo, e desisti.&lt;br /&gt;Era pior que a morte o que antevi:&lt;br /&gt;era a dor de ficar sem sepultura.&lt;br /&gt;Bebi entre os teus flancos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a loucura de não poder viver longe de ti:&lt;br /&gt;és a sombra da casa onde nasci,&lt;br /&gt;és a noite que à noite me procura.&lt;br /&gt;Só por dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há corredores e em quartos interiores&lt;br /&gt;o cheiro a fruta que veste de frescura a escuridão ...&lt;br /&gt;Só por dentro de ti rebentam flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só por dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;a noite escuta&lt;br /&gt;o que sem voz me sai do coração. »»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Mourão Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-8246446382789443008?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8246446382789443008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8246446382789443008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8246446382789443008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8246446382789443008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/tentei-fugir-da-mancha-mais-escura-que.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7159148736510537635</id><published>2010-04-07T09:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:59:35.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dizes que sou cobarde..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que desisti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que fui pelo caminho mais fácil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que estou a tomar a decisão errada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que estou a enganar-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que merecemos dar uma chance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero acreditar que tomei a decisão certa...adormeço e acordo a pensar nela, talvez para me mentalizar de que de facto (mais uma vez) tomei a decisão certa. Vou deixar de pensar, tenho medo de um dia acordar e aperceber-me que mais uma vez virei as costas ao sentimento que tanto me recuso a sentir e a perceber que existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo ser feliz sabendo que magoei quem não merece..desculpa-me, mas considero que para ti é mais fácil seguir em frente, talvez te considere forte o suficiente para esqueceres mais rápido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que tudo aquilo que agora escrevo não faz qualquer sentido, eu e as palavras de facto não combinamos nada bem, mas espero que me perdoes..espero mesmo que daqui por uns tempos a tua raiva passe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um beijo de quem gosta de ti, mas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....não é o suficiente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Boina'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6290928191488826734</id><published>2010-04-05T20:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:08:11.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ó se sente a falta daquilo que se teve quando se perde..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;..e agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Será que o tempo pode voltar atrás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Será que teremos de ser nós a mandar no tempo...e a alterar os ponteiros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Somos nós que mandamos no nosso destino..por isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;há que arriscar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;...ou não...&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/2238911548705954035-6290928191488826734?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-4245279251698626267</id><published>2010-03-29T11:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:13:13.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"1-0"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É melhor nunca ter expectativas..que depois o sentimento de desilusão vs raiva é 100x maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Melhor mesmo é nunca esperar nada de ninguem..mesmo daqueles de quem gostamos e por quem nutrimos um carinho especial, estupidez isso sim, que depois o que as pessoas sabem fazer é desiludir-nos vezes e vezes sem conta e a tentar ainda justificarem-se de algo que não tem justificação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apetece chorar, chorar, chorar e depois adormecer até tudo passar e ser um novo dia, mas os olhos inchados, o cansaço e as mensagens no telemovel impedem que se esqueça e se siga em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano é assim..faz borrada e depois tenta compor o que fez..mas há coisas que, mm à partida sendo inquebráveis, ficarão sempre com uma ou outra lasca e isso ninguem pode mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-4245279251698626267?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4245279251698626267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=4245279251698626267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4245279251698626267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4245279251698626267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-melhor-nunca-ter-expectativas.html' title='&quot;1-0&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7553764764851797335</id><published>2010-03-18T10:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:22:17.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Será isto o princípio do fim ou o fim do princípio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-7553764764851797335?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7553764764851797335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7553764764851797335' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7553764764851797335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7553764764851797335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/sera-isto-o-principio-do-fim-ou-o-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-519539642859851849</id><published>2010-03-17T19:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:06:13.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;O medo apoderou-se de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sinto-me completamente absorvida por este medo..que me deixa sem palavras sem reacção..sem ar..em nada mais consigo pensar a não ser nele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maldita noite que me roubou a calma, a estabilidade...que exteriorizou tudo aquilo que eu preferia ter ficado cá bem dentro e nunca saísse..e se me enganei? e se confundi? e se por força de uns copos o meu raciocínio olhou de maneira diferente para algo que é igual a tudo aquilo que se cruza no meu dia a dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ó tempo volta para trás..faz-me arrepender de ter saido de casa naquela noite, faz-me arrepender de ter bebido aqueles copos, dado aquelas gargalhadas, olhado daquela forma, tocado daquele modo...faz.me pura e simplesmente esquecer e não fazer de tudo aquilo algo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tento não pensar nas consequências, mas estas são inevitáveis...&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/2238911548705954035-519539642859851849?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/519539642859851849/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-2806896864554148635</id><published>2010-03-14T14:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:29:51.455Z</updated><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins "eye"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;««I lie&lt;br /&gt;I wait&lt;br /&gt;I start&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;I breath&lt;br /&gt;I melt&lt;br /&gt;I think of me&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder I can't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;All I have is all you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder I found these&lt;br /&gt;Through you&lt;br /&gt;Turn to the gates of heaven, to myself feel down&lt;br /&gt;Turn away from Eye&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;I taste&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;I call&lt;br /&gt;I bleed enough&lt;br /&gt;I hate&lt;br /&gt;I might&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;br /&gt;I want too much&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder I can't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;All I have is all you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder I found these&lt;br /&gt;Through you&lt;br /&gt;Turn to the gates of heaven, to myself feel down&lt;br /&gt;Turn away from Eye&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch »»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-606623823446390115?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/606623823446390115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=606623823446390115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/606623823446390115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/606623823446390115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/acho-que.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S5zwhkmkYJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LOk7T2chglc/s72-c/sunsetgraphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8534068122001149811</id><published>2010-03-13T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:22:42.295Z</updated><title type='text'>Saturday mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S5uDb8f13sI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HcPxNu0AnA8/s1600-h/bra%C3%A7os+abertos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S5uDb8f13sI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HcPxNu0AnA8/s400/bra%C3%A7os+abertos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448092690354134722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje sinto-me assim....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2238911548705954035-8534068122001149811?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8534068122001149811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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consigo mesmo sentir-me mal com todos estes sentimentos que tenho dentro de mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostava de não sentir estas coisas que para mim são horríveis, mas..sou humana e ser humano também implica nutrir sentimentos negativos para com outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Invejo todos aqueles a quem tudo corre bem e sempre bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este foi o meu pecado hoje..a inveja...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(inacabado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;imagem retirada de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carlavandeputtelaar.com/photos/450/carla-van-de-puttelaar_2001_untitled_kzw.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.carlavandeputtelaar.com/photos/450/carla-van-de-puttelaar_2001_untitled_kzw.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2238911548705954035-8357411018923583941?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8357411018923583941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-2143620043796481919?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2143620043796481919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=2143620043796481919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2143620043796481919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2143620043796481919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-sinal-tardou-mas-chegou.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S5RCFvrdptI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ss88tk9N-0w/s72-c/post_it_i_m_back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5010498571102790533</id><published>2010-02-27T02:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:06:58.638Z</updated><title type='text'>Laço Vermelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Há coisas incriveis não há?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Coisas que nunca imaginaríamos que se iriam passar e que simplesmente com força ou não do destino acabam por surgir..há alturas em que a minha vida é mesmo feita de meros acasos, coincidências..algumas boas outras menos boas, mas todas têm sempre um "meaning" que quase sempre se revela em algo positivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Estou a gostar deste meu novo "meaning"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Estou a gostar de me deixar levar, porque quanto menos se espera..há uma quebra na monotonia, na rotina, no tédio do dia a dia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Hoje foi um dia cansativo, mas bom, produtivo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Hoje apetece-me fazer muitas coisas...e nenhuma delas é dormir..estãoa surgir na minha cabeça tantos projectos que até tenho medo de pensar neles porque caso não os concretize isso revelar-se-ia uma grande frustração para mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Avizinha-se mais uma noite de insónias, mas é nestas noites, regadas de conversas produtivas, sorrisos rasgados, álcool desmedido, expressões embaraçosas, experiências partilhadas, abraços sentidos, que mais me conheço..é nestas noites que vejo quem realmente sou e o que realmente quero ou não quero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Já tinha muitas saudades de todos vós:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-5010498571102790533?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5010498571102790533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5010498571102790533' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5010498571102790533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5010498571102790533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/laco-vermelho.html' title='Laço Vermelho'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-3460979726077611183</id><published>2010-02-18T11:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:42:05.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Bobcat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Verbalizar sentimentos não é comigo...sempre os tentei sentir ao invés de falar sobre eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho saudades tuas, lembro-me todos os dias de ti, não nego, todos os dias me questiono se estarás bem e feliz..compreendo o teu espaço, mas tambem n acho justo que me prives da tua presença, das tuas piadas, da tua intelectualidade, das tuas covinhas de expressão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Será que sou a única a sentir esta saudade "estupida"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Será que tudo aquilo que conversámos, rimos, partilhámos ficou apenas como mais e apenas mais um de muitos momentos da tua vida? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa-me ir por esta opção, mas este tão longo silêncio leva-me a querer desistir de te continuar a conhecer e de continuar a querer que me conheças, se calhar não mereces que guarde estas memórias, se calhar lá estou eu novamente a dar valor exacerbado a quem não vale o esforço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para mim, que não acredito no amor, desistir de uma amizade é 1000 vezes pior que desistir de um "amante", "namorado".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostava de ter um sinal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mas esse sinal teima em não vir e a minha esperança está a esvair-se....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-3460979726077611183?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3460979726077611183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=3460979726077611183' title='1 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type='text'>Estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Quando um não quer dois não dançam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;A minha vida é cheia de danças sem química...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Talvez inveje  todos aqueles que conseguem alcançar o perfeito ritmo e equilíbrio nas suas danças diárias, eu continuo a dançar sozinha e apenas com o meu ritmo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;A dança solitária também é a mais livre, sem tabus nem regras..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Haverá um par compatível para com este tipo de dança???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-6661592727562745895?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6661592727562745895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6661592727562745895' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6661592727562745895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6661592727562745895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/estrelas.html' title='Estrelas'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8873156874315314768</id><published>2010-02-16T21:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:28:15.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Nas nuvens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se és apenas mais uma....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então...não podem existir expectativas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S3sNLQwAuFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fPP2lASOcl8/s1600-h/pisando-nas-nuvens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S3sNLQwAuFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fPP2lASOcl8/s320/pisando-nas-nuvens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438955462106069074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Imagem retirada de &lt;a href="http://naasadovento.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/pisando-nas-nuvens.jpg"&gt;http://naasadovento.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/pisando-nas-nuvens.jpg&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/2238911548705954035-8873156874315314768?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8873156874315314768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8873156874315314768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8873156874315314768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8873156874315314768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/nas-nuvens.html' title='Nas nuvens'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S3sNLQwAuFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fPP2lASOcl8/s72-c/pisando-nas-nuvens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1487258692377879672</id><published>2010-02-15T13:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:20:55.685Z</updated><title type='text'>À partida vou começar a....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes fico mesmo incrédula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas como se poderá pensar em namorar, andar, ou como queiram chamar, seja começando com um "um à partida vou começar a andar com...e tenho de mudar para que tudo resulte desta vez.." sinceramente não me parece que seja o melhor início ou pensamento para o que quer que seja que possa sair dali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Mas esta é a minha opinião apenas isso.&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/2238911548705954035-1487258692377879672?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5111462639098209137</id><published>2010-02-12T00:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:07:23.027Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S3SbrWlTKlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dh6zNHrOLVE/s1600-h/2205656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S3SbrWlTKlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dh6zNHrOLVE/s320/2205656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437141819241736786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Substituir não resolve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AJUDA....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-5111462639098209137?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5111462639098209137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5111462639098209137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5111462639098209137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5111462639098209137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/substituir-nao-resolve.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S3SbrWlTKlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dh6zNHrOLVE/s72-c/2205656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-4685074597388972737</id><published>2010-02-06T16:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:45:23.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rat3sLxpfo0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rat3sLxpfo0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Há amores assim&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca têm início&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos têm fim&lt;br /&gt;Na esquina de uma rua&lt;br /&gt;Ou num banco de jardim&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos esperamos&lt;br /&gt;Há amores assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não demores tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto espero o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;Cai a chuva sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo com mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Se és direito ou o avesso&lt;br /&gt;Se tu fores o meu final&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei o teu começo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Nem perder&lt;br /&gt;Nem me lamentar&lt;br /&gt;Estou pronta a saltar&lt;br /&gt;De cabeça contra o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime je t’adore&lt;br /&gt;Um amor nunca se escolhe&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que vais reparar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quiero tanto&lt;br /&gt;E converso com o meu santo&lt;br /&gt;Eu rezo e até peço em latim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amores assim&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca têm início&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos têm fim&lt;br /&gt;Na esquina de uma rua&lt;br /&gt;Ou num banco de jardim&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos esperamos&lt;br /&gt;Há amores assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou medir&lt;br /&gt;Nem julgar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero arriscar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho encontro marcado&lt;br /&gt;Sem tempo nem lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime je t’adore&lt;br /&gt;Um amor nunca se escolhe&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que vais reparar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quiero tanto&lt;br /&gt;E converso com o meu santo&lt;br /&gt;Eu rezo e até peço em latim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime je t’adore&lt;br /&gt;Um amor nunca se escolhe&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que vais reparar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quiero tanto&lt;br /&gt;E converso com o meu santo&lt;br /&gt;Eu rezo e até peço em latim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não demores tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto espero o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;Cai a chuva sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo com mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Se és direito ou o avesso&lt;br /&gt;Se tu fores o meu final&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei o teu começo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te encontrar sei que tudo se iluminará&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecerei em ti meu amor, a minha eternidade&lt;br /&gt;É que na verdade a saudade já me invade&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo antes de te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;É a sede que me mata&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir o rio abraçar o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime je t'adore&lt;br /&gt;Um amor nunca se escolhe&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que vais reparar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quiero tanto&lt;br /&gt;E converso com o meu santo&lt;br /&gt;Eu rezo e até peço em latim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem lágrima caída&lt;br /&gt;Sou dona da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada mais nada&lt;br /&gt;De bem com a vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Donna Maria "há amores assim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-4685074597388972737?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4685074597388972737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=4685074597388972737' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4685074597388972737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4685074597388972737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/sera.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7734596894526932029</id><published>2010-02-05T22:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:13:19.534Z</updated><title type='text'>incontactável....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S2zCI-cvDfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5YhMMG2U5QQ/s1600-h/162349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S2zCI-cvDfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5YhMMG2U5QQ/s320/162349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434932309787610610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S2zCC_yNSQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/pFpl9aTx4bM/s1600-h/19768_227500748837_558018837_3126597_7297360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto-me triste hoje, mas pior que triste sinto-me desiludida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É incrível como as pessoas se tornam mesmo seres descartáveis, de um momento para o outro somos trocados e atirados para o lixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje sinto.me como aqueles materiais descartáveis que se usa e depois se deita fora, mas eu sou por vezes reutilizável porque quando necessitam utilizam-me novamente sem sequer me verem e darem pelo meu valor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje sinto que sou mesmo mais uma e apenas mais uma e que só estão comigo quando não têm mais ninguém para onde se virar, acho que não mereço ser segunda opção e muitas vezes tenho mesmo essa noção..prefiro que não estejam comigo, deixem-me sozinha no meu canto, deixem-me comigo mesma a reflectir a entender o que fiz de mal (se é que fiz algo de mal).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sou culpada, culpo-me porque espero sempre demasiado dos outros, dou demasiado de mim, estou sempre disposta a ajudar e poucas vezes sou ajudada...acho mesmo que sou uj "recurso"..que se aproveitam de mim quando estão mal porque lhe dou a minha alegria e as minhas palavras de incentivo e coragem e quando ja estão bem metem-me a um canto para depois poderem utilizar e reutilizar quando necessitam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não quero mais passar de uma embalagem ..mereço mais que isso, devo isso a mim mesma e se para isso terei de apagar lembranças da  minha cabeça então assim será...para encontrar a minha paz de espírito faço e farei tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho pena das horas e momentos perdidos com quem não me merece, com que me banalizou e tomou por adquirida, com quem não me valorizou, valoriza ou valorizará. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será esta a minha atitude apartir de agora não vou ceder, vou cortar com todo o passado que me assombra e centrar-me no meu presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esquecerei o que tem de ser esquecido..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recusarei o que tem de ser recusado..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ouvirei quem merece ser ouvido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lutarei por quem merece a minha luta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estarei com quem estiver comigo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixarei quem merece ser deixado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seguirei o meu rumo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora sim...vou embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2238911548705954035-7734596894526932029?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7734596894526932029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7734596894526932029' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7734596894526932029'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Almas antigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haverá vida depois da morte?&lt;br /&gt;Será que a morte é o fim de tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que depois de morrermos vamos para o paraiso cheio de jardins verdes e todos vestidos de branco com auréulas na cabeça e sorrindo por tudo e por nada? Ou iremos antes para o inferno onde estão todos os "mauzões" e os "pecadores"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será?...ou esta vida é mais uma das muitas q já vivi..e por aqui andarei até me tornar uma "alma" melhor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou da opinião de que nada acaba com a morte...acabamos sim para aqueles q gostam de nós e deixam de nos ver e sentir, pelo menos com este corpo, mas acredito que tudo isto é uma passagem..acredito que já tive outras vidas para alem desta e que noutras talvez fui um homem, um animal quem sabe alguem muito ou pouco diferente do que sou hoje, mas sei que diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto faz-me não ter medo da morte, não temo a morte temo sim o tipo de morte que possa vir a ter e tenho algum receio de não ter tido uma vida tão produtiva e preenchida como gostaria de ter, temo estar a "perder" tempo com coisas que não me fazem feliz plenamente..uma casa, um carro, um emprego, um marido/amante/namorado...normalmente são estas coisas que o comum dos mortais pretende alcançar...ou ser bem sucedido na carreira ou ter uma vida familiar bem sucedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo a natureza, nunca amarei tanto alguem como amo a Natureza a ele entreguei mm o meu coração e tenho pena de ter sido "arrastada" pelos vicios e desejos do mundo comum e tenha "renunciado" a este amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a opção de ser livre, mas ser livre tambem custa...todos os "livres" pagaram por este seu desejo não compreendido ou não aceite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me a mim lutar por essa liberdade e pelo meu "amor" sem olhar à sociedade que me rodeia...e se não o fizer nesta vida..tenho a certeza que talvez o faça noutra vida seguinte ou já o fiz numa passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inacabado...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-1960215885310717228?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-2633024112975437503</id><published>2010-02-04T09:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:33:40.417Z</updated><title type='text'>Poc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já à muito que deixei de olhar para tras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...de recordar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...de sentir saudade....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...de sentir a falta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...simplesmente aprendi a perceber que nem todos são merecedores de tão nobre sentimento que é a saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...Há quem não merece por muito que se refugie em coisas mal resolvidas, corações de pedra, amores impossiveis, traumas antigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...Tenho pena, admito, mas quando houver vontade do outro lado eu sorrirei, entenderei,brincarei, conversarei e talvez até amarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste momento o refugio é o melhor que se poderá fazer...admitir que se errou, admitir que tentar-se-à não voltar a errar também poderá ser o começo de algo melhor...ou talvez não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só o tempo o dirá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-2633024112975437503?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2633024112975437503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=2633024112975437503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2633024112975437503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2633024112975437503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/poc.html' title='Poc...'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6318569893266085087</id><published>2010-02-02T00:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:24:04.031Z</updated><title type='text'>Red Jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S2dwm16LktI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7Dma6OBo35I/s1600-h/802851-digam-ol-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S2dwm16LktI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7Dma6OBo35I/s320/802851-digam-ol-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433435288054239954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho incrível como se desculpa tudo devido a uma momento de loucura, uns copos a mais, uma discussão mal resolvida, uma conversa mal interpretada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho mesmo incrível como se "troca"algo que é bom por um momento de pura "parvoíce" com o primeiro "aborto" que aparece na nossa frente, não há desculpa para a traição..por mais que se diga que foi um momento de fraqueza, inconsciência, de arrependimento, de atracção...traição é traição e quando mais tarde nos deparamos com essa mesma traição é tão triste vermos que éramos mesmo melhores que ela, que sempre o fomos e sempre seremos e que ela não passou mesmo de um momento de cobardia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos já traímos e fomos traídos, mas há que assumi-lo e não dar desculpas esfarrapadas, estou farta que esta sociedade não faça outra coisa a não ser vitimizar-se, queixar-se e dar desculpas atrás de desculpas..para enganarem e serem enganados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Continuo a não me inserir numa sociedade destas que se rege por principios que não são os meus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estarei eu correcta ou estará todo o mundo errado..lá está a minha faceta de revoltada mais uma vez a vir ao de cima....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2238911548705954035-6318569893266085087?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6318569893266085087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S2dwm16LktI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7Dma6OBo35I/s72-c/802851-digam-ol-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5988032054570133734</id><published>2010-01-31T04:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T04:55:44.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando se costuma dizer que já nada é como dantes e que o tempo já não volta atrás...não se poderia estar mais certo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada vez me apercebo de que as escolhas que fiz anteriormente e as que não fiz..foram mesmo as mais acertadas, incrível como alguém que nos foi importante em tempos..em contextos diferentes nos faz perder todo o respeito e recordação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É certo que neste momento tenho o álcool a falar por mim, mas será que isto é mm o meu inconsciente alteradamente alcoólico a falar..ou será o meu consciente e reflectir o meu pensamento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que estou meio confusa, mas neste momento as palavras saem-me todas baralhadas,disto tudo retiro que mais uma vez nada é por acaso e cada vez mais gosto de ser como sou, gosto de me vestir da maneira como quero, gosto de dizer o que vai na alma sem ter receios estúpidos de aprovação ou desaprovação social...dou a desculpa do álcool mas se calhar esta sou a verdadeira EU que se disfarça e se esconde por detrás de uns copitos mais cheios e mais frequentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada vez mais me apercebo que à minha volta existem pessoas que estão nitidamente com as pessoas erradas, no sitio errada, na hora errada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neste momento não m sinto capaz de me expressar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;deixo o resto para depois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2238911548705954035-5988032054570133734?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5988032054570133734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5988032054570133734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5988032054570133734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5988032054570133734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-se-costuma-dizer-que-ja-nada-e.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8923388947276170770</id><published>2010-01-23T20:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:45:27.553Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S1tf2ExsDNI/AAAAAAAAANw/YjctmZumAtU/s1600-h/medo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S1tf2ExsDNI/AAAAAAAAANw/YjctmZumAtU/s320/medo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430039158324989138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não percebo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como é que consigo ser tão cobarde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Condeno esta atitude dos outros e eu não passo de mais uma fraca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...a deixar a felicidade fugir só pelo medo dessa mesma felicidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-8923388947276170770?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8923388947276170770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8923388947276170770' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8923388947276170770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8923388947276170770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-percebo.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S1tf2ExsDNI/AAAAAAAAANw/YjctmZumAtU/s72-c/medo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7460410740668902540</id><published>2010-01-22T18:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:47:00.655Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S1nums6w0aI/AAAAAAAAANo/BzqnaortiQM/s1600-h/sau02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S1nums6w0aI/AAAAAAAAANo/BzqnaortiQM/s320/sau02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429633174431912354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho-me lembrado todos os dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...das gargalhadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...da cumplicidade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...dos olhares tímidos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...das inocências disfarçadas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...das conversas despreocupadas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...do carinho partilhado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...da empatia criada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...da ternura das palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...da atracção escondida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...do desejo reprimido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...mesmo assim respeito....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E continuo a não querer q ambos passemos de lembrança um para o outro, devemos mais que isso a nós próprios, talvez não tenha sido o momento certo, a hora certa, o ano certo, a cidade certa sei lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo tem uma razão e mais cedo ou mais tarde descobri-la-emos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até um dia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(imagem de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.combme.com/" title="Mónica Santos" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mónica Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(designer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, considerada pela Revista Única de 31 de Dezembro uma jovem promessa nacional, a colecção de postais Saudade....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fugaslusas.wordpress.com/2007/01/30/saudade-em-vez-de-um-ponto-uma-virgula/" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fugaslusas.wordpress.com/.../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2238911548705954035-7460410740668902540?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7460410740668902540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7460410740668902540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7460410740668902540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7460410740668902540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/tenho-me-lembrado-todos-os-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S1nums6w0aI/AAAAAAAAANo/BzqnaortiQM/s72-c/sau02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6926191648009117952</id><published>2010-01-20T12:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:36:10.319Z</updated><title type='text'>Há em mim sobretudo revolta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje há em mim sobretudo revolta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece poema, mas não é, para todos aqueles que dizem que ando menos revoltada e mais feliz devo dizer que continuo a mesma revoltada de sempre e a mesma insatisfeita de sempre e hoje a minha revolta elevou-se a um nivel mesmo alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolta-me tudo um pouco neste país..mundo...geração...sei lá..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolta-me que haja pessoas no desemprego quando as que estão a ocupar esses mesmos postos já à muito que se estão a borrifar, mas lá está, quando algo é dado como adquirido deixa-se de lutar por ele diariamente e o trabalho também se encaixa neste contexto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto está tanta gente à espera do mísero primeiro emprego outros há que se arrastam no seu posto vitalício, se rebolam de inércia e decidem ir "lavar o WC" no horário laboral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Sistema é injusto eu sei, mas mesmo assim posso continuar a demonstrar a minha revolta e desagrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E normalmente os que têm espírito de iniciativa..ou geram conflitos ,porque não convem a certas pessoas que haja outras que "mostram" mais trabalho, ou deixam-se vencer e acabam por tambem elas se acomodar e fazer o mínimo indispensável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes acho mesmo que deveria largar tudo e seguir outro rumo, um rumo menos certinho e sério..um rumo mais alternativo e mais liberal, mas por vezes faltam-me as asas para voar nesse imenso céu que me rodeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho tantos projectos na minha cabeça que tenho receio de nunca os concretizar e daqui por uns tempos quiçá anos ser mais uma frustrada pelas ruas...a ter um trabalho de que não gosta, a ter uma casa que não gosta, a ter um marido de quem não gosta, a ter filhos não desejados, a ter netos precocemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(inacabado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/2238911548705954035-6926191648009117952?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6926191648009117952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6926191648009117952' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6926191648009117952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6926191648009117952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/ha-em-mim-sobretudo-revolta.html' title='Há em mim sobretudo revolta'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1884622921923491791</id><published>2010-01-18T19:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:42:56.959Z</updated><title type='text'>"tu fizeste a diferença..deixaste a tua marca"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S1THvBmLNnI/AAAAAAAAANg/x6lXrrXxf7w/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S1THvBmLNnI/AAAAAAAAANg/x6lXrrXxf7w/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428183061584623218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tanta gente tem esta necessidade de "deixar a sua marca", ser reconhecida pelo seu trabalho, pelos seus amigos, por si própria, ser relembrada pelo seu EX namorado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mas q teremos nós de fazer para que não passemos de "mais uma" em cada coisa nova que nos propomos a fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Reflicto hoje sobre este tema após conversa dura e casmurra com uma pessoa de quem gosto muito...será isto "paranoia" apenas das mulheres ou do ser humano em geral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Na minha opinião tudo acaba..as relações essas então por vezes tão cedo começam como acabam, e é claro que cada um deixa a sua "marca" em tudo por onde passa, mas para certas pessoas mais que outras a memória é curta e talvez por isso haja algumas que caem no esquecimento mas não creio que seja propositado, as pessoas seguem as suas vidas controem outras coisas, criam outros laços com outros com quem sentem mais empatia e a vida segue o seu percurso natural e não só eles mas tambem nós acabamos por deixar esse passado guardado para que não nos tornemos escravos dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Quero com isto dizer minha querida que não te sintas assim desamparada, triste, serás sempre recordada e tu própria recordarás sempre,mas a cada dia que passa essa recordação vai fugindo cada vez mais da tua cabeça e dos teus pensamentos até que chegará um momento em que não passará disso mesmo de recordações de um tempo, de uma altura em que tu própria de certeza eras uma pessoa bem diferente:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Deixa o teu seguir o seu curso natural e essa sensação cedo passará.&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/2238911548705954035-1884622921923491791?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1884622921923491791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=1884622921923491791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1884622921923491791'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8674354280605486106</id><published>2010-01-17T21:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:50:09.797Z</updated><title type='text'>Morre lentamente quem não viaja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem não viaja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem não lê,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem não ouve música,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem destrói o seu amor-próprio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem não se deixa ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem se transforma escravo do hábito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Repetindo todos os dias o mesmo trajecto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem não muda as marcas no supermercado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não arrisca vestir uma cor nova,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não conversa com quem não conhece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem evita uma paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem prefere O "preto no branco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E os "pontos nos is" a um turbilhão de emoções indomáveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Justamente as que resgatam brilho nos olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorrisos e soluços, coração aos tropeços, sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz no trabalho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto atrás de um sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem não se permite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma vez na vida, fugir dos conselhos sensatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem passa os dias queixando-se da má sorte ou da Chuva incessante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desistindo de um projecto antes de iniciá-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não perguntando sobre um assunto que desconhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E não respondendo quando lhe indagam o que sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Evitemos a morte em doses suaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recordando sempre que estar vivo exige um esforço muito maior do que o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simples acto de respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estejamos vivos, então!»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enviaram-me em tempos este poema para o e.mail..obrigada rita:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esperemos que se fique não só pela leitura, mas sim pelo agir:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-8674354280605486106?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8674354280605486106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8674354280605486106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8674354280605486106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8674354280605486106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/morre-lentamente-quem-nao-viaja.html' title='Morre lentamente quem não viaja'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7041242274217782974</id><published>2010-01-14T15:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:25:26.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S08-DVFBT3I/AAAAAAAAANY/f6vzCLz8YTw/s1600-h/seguir-em-frente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426624302923468658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S08-DVFBT3I/AAAAAAAAANY/f6vzCLz8YTw/s320/seguir-em-frente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"É preciso saber quando uma etapa chega ao final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se insistirmos em permanecer nela mais do que o tempo necessário, perdemos a alegria e o sentido das outras etapas que precisamos viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não importa o nome que damos, o que importa é deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)Ninguém pode estar ao mesmo tempo no presente e no passado, nem mesmo quando tentamos entender as coisas que acontecem conosco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que passou não voltará(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As coisas passam, e o melhor que fazemos é deixar que elas realmente possam ir embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por isso é tão importante (por mais doloroso que seja) destruir recordações, mudar de casa(...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo neste mundo visível é uma manifestação do mundo invisível, do que está a acontecer no nosso coração... e o desfazer-se de certas lembranças significa também abrir espaço para que outras tomem o seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixar ir embora. Soltar. Desprender-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)Não há nada mais perigoso que rompimentos amorosos que não são aceites, promessas de emprego que não têm data marcada para começar, decisões que sempre são adiadas em nome do "momento ideal". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antes de começar um capítulo novo, é preciso terminar o antigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Encerrando ciclos. Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade, ou por soberba, mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixar de ser quem era, e transformar-se em quem é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tornar-se uma pessoa melhor e assegurar-se de que se sabe bem quem se é, antes de conhecer alguém e de esperar que ele veja quem tu és..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E lembra-te:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo o que chega, chega sempre por alguma razão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(imagem retirada de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mguidoni.wordpress.com/2009/05/16/temos-que-sempre-seguir-em-frente/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mguidoni.wordpress.com/.../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2238911548705954035-7041242274217782974?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7041242274217782974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7041242274217782974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7041242274217782974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7041242274217782974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/razao.html' title='Razão'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S08-DVFBT3I/AAAAAAAAANY/f6vzCLz8YTw/s72-c/seguir-em-frente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-3432970337217220612</id><published>2010-01-14T12:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:11:58.686Z</updated><title type='text'>removed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S08YDX0SuNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KdQrolGt0XA/s1600-h/borracha-delete-apagar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426582522216757458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S08YDX0SuNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KdQrolGt0XA/s320/borracha-delete-apagar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E pronto já está já apaguei já n voltarei atrás...se tiver de fazê-lo não irá ser por minha livre e espontanea vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me aliviada andei a adiar o que já deveria ter feito à meses quem sabe à uns anos atrás..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho a péssima mania de voltar atrás...de dar 2ªs oportunidades e por vezes até 3ªs oportunidades e esqueço-me de que mereço mais do que isso, esqueço-me de que quando se quer não pode ser só uma pessoa a querer, não me venham com desculpas de orgulho, mau feitio, traumas passados, porque isso não passam de nada mais que desculpas esfarrapadas e tentativas de auto se enganar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enganem-se...sejam felizes na vossa ignorância, mas peço-vos que não m incluam nela, porque eu quero ser feliz, quero sorrir, quero orgulhar-me de mim e dos que me rodeiam não me quero rodear de pessoas que não sabem o que querem e tendem a dar argumentos não validos para o justificar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-3432970337217220612?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3432970337217220612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=3432970337217220612' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3432970337217220612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3432970337217220612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-pronto-ja-esta-ja-apaguei-ja-n.html' title='removed'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S08YDX0SuNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KdQrolGt0XA/s72-c/borracha-delete-apagar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6953578207499910050</id><published>2010-01-05T00:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:46:50.055Z</updated><title type='text'>"Joia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0KEXpD6HMI/AAAAAAAAANI/P8XOQRL1CYo/s1600-h/3695719492_734da8f9d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423042443001601218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0KEXpD6HMI/AAAAAAAAANI/P8XOQRL1CYo/s320/3695719492_734da8f9d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Às vezes fico mesmo surpreendida com o que leio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes essa surpresa não é uma boa surpresa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste novo ano vou ocupar a minha mente com coisas mais produtivas, vou ler coisas mais interessantes e "esquecer" de ler coisas desinteressantes e que emburrecem a mente e alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste novo ano espero que se "maltrate" menos a língua portuguesa e se leia mais para que nos possamos expressar melhor verbalmente e por escrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras são muito importantes mesmo que , na maioria das vezes infelizmente, sejam ditas sem qualquer preocupação ou sentimento, no entanto palavras são palavras e é com elas que nos entendemos uns aos outros por isso espero que todos nós (eu incluída) consigamos expressar-nos melhor usando-as.&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/2238911548705954035-6953578207499910050?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6953578207499910050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6953578207499910050' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6953578207499910050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6953578207499910050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/joia.html' title='&quot;Joia&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0KEXpD6HMI/AAAAAAAAANI/P8XOQRL1CYo/s72-c/3695719492_734da8f9d4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1206186883014998854</id><published>2010-01-04T13:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:13:45.705Z</updated><title type='text'>2009 vs 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espera-se sempre que o novo ano traga coisas mais alegria, pensamentos positivos e que corra no geral tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas do ano antigo acabam sempre por surgir à superfície quer queiramos quer não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é um facto inegável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-1206186883014998854?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1206186883014998854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=1206186883014998854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1206186883014998854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1206186883014998854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-vs-2010.html' title='2009 vs 2010'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1913808471957035509</id><published>2009-12-31T11:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:06:37.569Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SzyTp607ixI/AAAAAAAAAME/J4xeISqeJQM/s1600-h/brinde5xn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421370399822416658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 256px; height: 229px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SzyTp607ixI/AAAAAAAAAME/J4xeISqeJQM/s400/brinde5xn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Neste ultimo dia do ano....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Formulam-se desejos anteriormente não realizados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Concretizam-se fantasias, loucuras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Veste-se a lingerie azul (nunca percebi muito bem esta ideia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abrem-se garrafas de champanhe por todo o lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe-se até cair...dança-se até se ficar rouco....grita-se até a voz falhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apela-se a sentimentos mais positivos, mais verdadeiros e mais fortes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste ultimo dia do ano....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Espera-se que o novo ano traga novas oportunidades, novas alegrias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste ultimo dia do ano...é para aproveitar:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-1913808471957035509?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SzyTp607ixI/AAAAAAAAAME/J4xeISqeJQM/s72-c/brinde5xn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-3573302004693507582</id><published>2009-12-29T19:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:17:51.499Z</updated><title type='text'>E tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Hoje quero expressar a minha indignação pelo egocentrismo que paira em algumas pessoas...que por muito que admitem que sofrem deste "mal" nada fazem para alterar a sua conduta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A expressão "e tu?" raramente é dita por estas pessoas, sendo normalmente substituída por o "EU EU EU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria mesmo de perceber o que leva estas pessoas a procurarem outras pessoas para estabelecer um diálogo quando as únicas que falam são apenas elas, no fundo o que querem é ser ouvidas, eu sei, mas para se ser ouvido tem de se saber ouvir e...infelizmente há tanta gente por aí que não sabe ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa relação seja ela de que espécie se não há diálogo, partilha, interesse mútuo esta estará sempre condenada ao fracasso por muito que amemos essas pessoas...por muito que amemos alguem se notamos que esse alguem não se interessa (inconsciente ou conscientemente) por aquilo que queremos e gostamos de partilhar entao não vejo mesmo futuro numa relação baseada apenas numa pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou sincera não consigo lidar com pessoas assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a verdade é que cheguei a um ponto da minha vida em que não tenho mesmo de lidar, aliás, por esse tipo de pessoas já não nutro qualquer tipo de atracção ou curiosidade intelectual e/ou fisica...acho um tremendo egoismo e criancice de certa forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-3573302004693507582?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3573302004693507582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=3573302004693507582' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3573302004693507582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3573302004693507582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-tu.html' title='E tu?'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6149450125028567717</id><published>2009-12-22T12:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:24:49.549Z</updated><title type='text'>natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SzDVstXJsnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JyaPp4AxTdY/s1600-h/natal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418065315794367090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SzDVstXJsnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JyaPp4AxTdY/s400/natal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já todos ou quase todos que convivem comigo diariamente sabem que detesto esta altura natalícia..esta euforia para comprar as prendas, a gula dos doces, as filas intermináveis nos centros comerciais, os encontrões para encontrar A DITA prenda mesmo quando alguem já está com ela na mão..vale tudo nesta altura: individamentos, aquisição de cartões de crédito GOLD (hoje em dia incrivelmente quase todos nós podemos ter na nossa carteira um cartao de crédito gold..para mais não seja fazer ver), vale a hiprocrisia, o sinismo, o juntar a familia numa bela mesa de natal quando depois o que se faz é falar mal dessa mesma mesa de natal, vale oferecer as prendas só porque "fica bem".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero com isto dizer que para mim o natal não tem nem nunca teve qualquer importância não gosto do modo como ele se transformou nos dias de hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto das luzes de natal admito, das ruas iluminadas, até das cançoes cantadas em contexto próprio, mas....todo o verdeiro significado do natal se foi perdendo ao longo dos anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje em dia tudo o que é época dita festiva se tranformou num dia de consumismo, percebo, mas não entendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez um dia alguem me faça mudar de ideias e criaremos entao o "nosso" natal:)&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/2238911548705954035-6149450125028567717?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6149450125028567717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6149450125028567717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6149450125028567717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6149450125028567717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/ja-todos-ou-quase-todos-que-convivem.html' title='natal'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SzDVstXJsnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JyaPp4AxTdY/s72-c/natal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8402250351907750161</id><published>2009-12-17T13:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:20:01.688Z</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Enquanto não superarmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a ânsia do amor sem limites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não podemos crescer emocionalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto não atravessarmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a dor de nossa própria solidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;continuaremos a nos buscar em outras metades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para viver a dois, antes, é necessário ser um."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-8402250351907750161?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5195182981515361265</id><published>2009-12-17T13:10:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:16:55.479Z</updated><title type='text'>O amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O amor, quando se revela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não se sabe revelar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabe bem olhar p'ra ela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não lhe sabe falar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem quer dizer o que sente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sabe o que há de *dizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fala: parece que mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cala: parece esquecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, mas se ela adivinhasse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se pudesse ouvir o olhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E se um olhar lhe bastasse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pr'a saber que a estão a amar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas quem sente muito, cala;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem quer dizer quanto sente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fica sem alma nem fala, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fica só, inteiramente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas se isto puder contar-lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que não lhe ouso contar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já não terei que falar-lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque lhe estou a falar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/2238911548705954035-5195182981515361265?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5195182981515361265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5195182981515361265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5195182981515361265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5195182981515361265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-amor.html' title='O amor...'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8022684172256592078</id><published>2009-12-14T13:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:48:22.931Z</updated><title type='text'>Boring vs stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SyZ6OCFklLI/AAAAAAAAALU/GSFTxSFDryE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415149983456597170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SyZ6OCFklLI/AAAAAAAAALU/GSFTxSFDryE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto que estou prestes a mudar a minha vida 180º...e sinto-me estranhamente calma, mas ao mesmo tempo ansiosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mudança da minha vida poderá estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;apenas à distancia de um telefonema,nunca tive medo da mudança, aliás, toda a minha vida sofreu mudanças, adapto-me bem a diferentes e novas realidades e sinceramente neste momento não me sinto verdadeiramente feliz com o rumo que a minha vida tem levado, sinto-me às vezes um robot já mecanizado para fazer isto ou aquilo e enquanto não carregam no botão OFF eu vou-me aqui arrastando, não quero seguir esta vida de arrasto, de inércia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sinto-me entediada, aborrecida com as pessoas com quem lido diariamente, já nada ou quase nada prende verdadeiramente a minha atenção..felizmente tu continuas a não fazer parte dessa inércia de gente que me rodeia:), no entanto eu preciso de mais, preciso de estimular e ser estimulada culturalmente, socialmente, pessoalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Muita gente pensa como eu , mas não o admitem porque isso significa que também deixaram essa busca de lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Diariamente me deparo com gente tão desinteressante, não digo que todos tenhamos de ver documentários do discovery ou do canal história, eu própria às vezes também dou por mim a ver "TV TRASH" e até sabe bem, mas há equilibrios para tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Acho que sei manter uma conversa do principio ao fim acerca de assuntos da actualidade, detesto gente que não tem personalidade e opiniões próprias, em vez de andarem a "papar" as novelas todas da TVI se lessem, se se instruissem, se lessem pelo menos o jornal (não incluindo o CM ou o 24h claro) creio que já saberiam pelo menos o nome do primeiro ministro e saberiam dar uma opinião válida sobre o TGV:). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A meu ver há assuntos ditos básicos que se deve e tem.se obrigação de saber...não quero com isto dizer que tenha de ser em pormenor, mas de forma a poder ter uma opinião formada acerca de este ou de outro assunto.&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/2238911548705954035-8022684172256592078?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8022684172256592078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8022684172256592078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8022684172256592078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8022684172256592078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/boring-vs-stupid.html' title='Boring vs stupid'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SyZ6OCFklLI/AAAAAAAAALU/GSFTxSFDryE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-834437080809715318</id><published>2009-12-10T23:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:18:59.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Be my friend...warm me up.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SyGBMONNOrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OZg8qLtBxGM/s1600-h/1725612272_93b55ea5c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SyGBMONNOrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OZg8qLtBxGM/s400/1725612272_93b55ea5c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413750274047949490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Help, I have done it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have been here many times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I hurt myself again today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Be my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hold me, wrap me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Unfold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Warm me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And breathe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have lost myself again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah I think that I might break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lost myself again and I feel unsafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Be my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hold me, wrap me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Unfold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Warm me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And breathe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sia "Breath me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;imagem retirada de  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/urbandreamer/1725612272/"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/&lt;wbr&gt;urbandreamer/1725612272/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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up.......'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SyGBMONNOrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OZg8qLtBxGM/s72-c/1725612272_93b55ea5c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-2770342182068366114</id><published>2009-12-08T23:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:48:36.492Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Sx7kXdqxGLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1Mg_tWPnhn0/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413014893898045618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Sx7kXdqxGLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1Mg_tWPnhn0/s400/silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não percebo mesmo este mundo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Cada vez mais tenho a noção de que este não é o meu espaço, que não me encaixo aqui, que sou mesmo uma peça de um puzzle que tendo em não encontrar ou uma carta de um baralho que está e estará sempre condenado a não ser utilizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez me apercebo mais que vivo num mundo de cinismo, onde as pessoas não são honestas mesmo quando têm oportunidade (talvez a única) para tal, apenas com o medo de serem as más da fita preferem dizer as coisas por trás em vez de se abrirem e dizerem o que verdadeiramente pensam umas das outras...é triste, mas é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem várias formas de cinismo, ou várias pessoas cínicas:&lt;br /&gt;Há as que o são mesmo por mal, há também as que o são de uma forma menos má, mas cínica na mesma..estas ultimas têm medo da reprovação social por aquilo que pensam de outras ou por aquilo que querem verdadeiramente fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim a segunda forma de cinismo é que me entristece mais... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-2770342182068366114?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2770342182068366114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=2770342182068366114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-8779608900935560680</id><published>2009-12-04T17:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:09:37.475Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxlCIMqXt5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/9Ltv0FiO3qU/s1600-h/pes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxlCIMqXt5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/9Ltv0FiO3qU/s400/pes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411429135867688850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my mind there is only one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D&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/2238911548705954035-8779608900935560680?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8779608900935560680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=8779608900935560680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8779608900935560680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/8779608900935560680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-my-mind-there-is-only-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxlCIMqXt5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/9Ltv0FiO3qU/s72-c/pes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5563814837920794139</id><published>2009-12-04T10:20:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:55:09.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Post número 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxjqsSj2aVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gfbxJuGuPrk/s1600-h/377511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411332998902999378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 316px; height: 348px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxjqsSj2aVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gfbxJuGuPrk/s400/377511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para ti que achas que és o centro do universo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois não o és...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-5563814837920794139?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5563814837920794139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5563814837920794139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5343609884116268401</id><published>2009-12-02T23:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:11:11.288Z</updated><title type='text'>Será que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxevDDPXSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7-aaBOiV9Pc/s1600-h/O_grito_by_FabiolaFernandes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410985944253155474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 225px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxevDDPXSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7-aaBOiV9Pc/s400/O_grito_by_FabiolaFernandes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...se gritasse bem alto alguém me ouviria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Às vezes acho que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(imagem retirada de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspiracoesdovento.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://inspiracoesdovento.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2238911548705954035-5343609884116268401?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxevDDPXSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7-aaBOiV9Pc/s72-c/O_grito_by_FabiolaFernandes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6840290560103913610</id><published>2009-12-01T23:02:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:35:38.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxWlwR-pkdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ikqjoBfWDdk/s1600/484318213_97643b430b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410412776233996754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxWlwR-pkdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ikqjoBfWDdk/s400/484318213_97643b430b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes apetece-me...."enganar-me" na porta de casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imagino tantas vezes se a minha vida fosse outra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes dou por mim a ser uma completa "voyeur" a ouvir as conversas dos outros que se sentam diariamente a meu lado no metro...imagino muitas vezes se a minha vida fosse a deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes dou mesmo por mim a entrar no mundo dessas mesmas pessoas e quase que a pensar que tenho legitimidade para as ajudar ou para as entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À uns dias que tenho.m sentido assim um pouco deslocada da minha vida...pareço um observador da minha própria vida sem ter o papel principal da mesma, sinto que me deixo levar ao sabor da maré e depois quando tomo consciência disso sinto-me inconsolável.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2238911548705954035-6840290560103913610?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6840290560103913610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6840290560103913610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6840290560103913610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6840290560103913610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/apetece-me.html' title='Apetece-me...'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxWlwR-pkdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ikqjoBfWDdk/s72-c/484318213_97643b430b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5603258347409029500</id><published>2009-12-01T22:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:30:44.035Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxWd0SLHx8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/vOE_rw9kaKU/s1600/Nicola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410404048912762818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxWd0SLHx8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/vOE_rw9kaKU/s400/Nicola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poderia inumerar uma lista de prós e contras, mas....acho que não vou fazê-lo:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-5603258347409029500?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5603258347409029500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5603258347409029500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5603258347409029500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5603258347409029500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/poderia-inumerar-uma-lista-de-pros-e.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SxWd0SLHx8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/vOE_rw9kaKU/s72-c/Nicola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7771700025174168789</id><published>2009-11-27T18:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:57:38.581Z</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Simplesmente genial....embala.nos num longo e profundo momento ZEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Zero 7 "Destiny"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I lie awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I've gone to ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm watching porn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In my hotel dressing gown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Now I dream of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But I still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; There's only enough for one in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Lonely hotel suite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The journey's long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And it feels  so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm thinking back to the last day we had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Old moon fades into the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Soon I know I'll be back with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm nearly with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm nearly with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When I'm weak I draw strength from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And when you're lost I know how to change your mood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And when I'm down you breathe life over me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; On a clear day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'll fly home to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm bending time getting back to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Old moon fades into the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Soon I know I'll be back with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm nearly with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm nearly with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When I'm weak I draw strength from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And when you're lost I know how to change your mood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And when I'm down you breathe life over me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When I'm weak I draw strength from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And when you're lost I know how to change your mood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And when I'm down you breathe life over me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'll fly, I'll fly home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'll fly home and I'll fly home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 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title='Destiny'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7998831852070245794</id><published>2009-11-27T17:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:11:29.648Z</updated><title type='text'>Semaforo vermelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passam-se horas que nem senti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao sabor do chá de menta que tanto insististe em pedir...fui acalmando a minha angustia e nervosismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os meus pés tremiam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sabia que dizer...mas sabia o que passava pela minha mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao ver o teu sorriso logo vi que tudo iria correr bem, mas...o nervosismo não parou...parecia q o chão andava e movia-se debaixo de mim (cliché eu sei) mas era mm o que sentia...dei a desculpa do frio que fazia lá fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As horas foram passando sem que eu delas me apercebesse...e quando finalmente corriam grades percebi que tinhamos mesmo de nos despedir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A chuva caía por entre a tua face e aqueles minutos em que os semaforo ficou vermelho pareceram uma eternidade e eu pensei em verbalizar e fazer o que durante toda a noite tanto me apeteceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tantas vezes a minha razão ganha....em prol de um coração que está gelado e prometeu não descongelar...uma vez mais guiei-me pela razão..e assim abriu o semáforo e caminhámos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....Não sei.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/2238911548705954035-7998831852070245794?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7998831852070245794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7998831852070245794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7998831852070245794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7998831852070245794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/semaforo-vermelho.html' title='Semaforo vermelho'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1199561188239747102</id><published>2009-11-27T16:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:31:17.666Z</updated><title type='text'>E se.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Sw_95EQNUNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NKL6lNqyzP0/s1600/e-se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408820834331349202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Sw_95EQNUNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NKL6lNqyzP0/s400/e-se.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pensei na minha vida se tivesse feito outra escolhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se tivesse percorrido outros caminhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se tivesse amado outras pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se me tivesse relacionado com outras pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto alguma tristeza&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/2238911548705954035-1199561188239747102?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1199561188239747102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=1199561188239747102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1199561188239747102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1199561188239747102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-se.html' title='E se.......'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Sw_95EQNUNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NKL6lNqyzP0/s72-c/e-se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5856468491914366099</id><published>2009-11-27T16:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:20:54.692Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='q'/><title type='text'>Farta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Sw_71ctQ2jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/c305xRszhrQ/s1600/nao-tenha-medo-errar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408818573152934450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Sw_71ctQ2jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/c305xRszhrQ/s400/nao-tenha-medo-errar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De cometer sempre os mesmos erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De apontar sempre na direcção errada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De falhar sempre o alvo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De nunca me atingirem no sitio certo e quando por acaso o fazem...eu fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De nunca lutarem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De esperar demais de quem não merece..e de quem se calhar não vale a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De magoar e ser magoada e mais vezes se suceder a ultima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De não soltar um grito que faria a diferença...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De não roubar um beijo que alteraria tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De não arriscar quando o risco vale a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De saber que tenho saudades que nunca serão saciadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De olhar ver o o bom que há do outro lado e mesmo assim ficar inerte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;....De simplemente continuar a ser assim e não conseguir mudar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De estar farta.....&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/2238911548705954035-5856468491914366099?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5856468491914366099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-410052134065280348</id><published>2009-11-20T22:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:31:54.556Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SwcY4L47UCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QVxj9-m_xgc/s1600/Freedom_at_Sea_1280x800widescreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406317231224868898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SwcY4L47UCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QVxj9-m_xgc/s400/Freedom_at_Sea_1280x800widescreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As vezes ser "livre" não é assim tão bom.....&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/2238911548705954035-410052134065280348?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/410052134065280348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=410052134065280348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/410052134065280348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/410052134065280348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-vezes-gostava-de-me-sentir-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SwcY4L47UCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QVxj9-m_xgc/s72-c/Freedom_at_Sea_1280x800widescreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1547465044711636075</id><published>2009-11-14T12:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:45:53.052Z</updated><title type='text'>Sábado de manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Manchado por uma noite de insónias e de indecisões, sonhos estranhamente estúpidos e surreais...&lt;br /&gt;Manchado pela solidão de um sofá...de uma cama, de um corredor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão dói...mas pior que a solidão é de facto sentir-se só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou com uma grande ânsia de mudar (novamente)&lt;br /&gt;....mudar de casa, cidade, ares...ou mesmo mudar de país...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(inacabado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Don't lie and say that it's OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's alright if there's nothing more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I'm running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm leaving this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah, I'm running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Don't tell me I'm the one to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's too late for you to make me stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No, I won't stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I'm running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm leaving this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah, I'm running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And faster than you can follow me from this lonely place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And farther than you can find me, I'm leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah I'm leaving today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I, I'll never let you find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm leaving you behind with the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No, I won't look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I don't want to hear your reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Don't want to hear you tell me why I should stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And try, and try to understand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I, I'm moving on from this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm leaving and I won't quit running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm leaving this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah, I'm running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm running away. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Midnight hour-Running Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-1547465044711636075?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1547465044711636075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=1547465044711636075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1547465044711636075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1547465044711636075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabado-de-manha.html' title='Sábado de manhã'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-171704147133115621</id><published>2009-11-11T19:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:14:24.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Dá....dava...deu:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="fr0"&gt;««O que me dá raiva é saber de tudo que fiz por ti.&lt;br /&gt;todas as noites perdidas pensando no que aconteceu(...)&lt;br /&gt;tudo que deixei para tras para traçar um novo rumo, todo o orgulho que perdi em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="fr0"&gt;Dá-me raiva pensar em todos os sorrisos que dei, quando o que recebi&lt;br /&gt;em troca foram palavras vazias. Dá raiva lembrar de todos os beijos apaixonados,&lt;br /&gt;jogados por ti ao vento. Todas as falsas declarações de amor, tudo que não vivi aprisionada a tua teia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="fr0"&gt;Dá-me raiva ter sido para ti tão fácil. Sempre deixando-me à tua disposição, dobrando-e em duas&lt;br /&gt;para atender os teus caprichos, sempre ligando, sempre mudando para me encaixar no teu molde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me raiva lembrar de tudo que vivi contigo. Todos aqueles momentos que me senti feliz,&lt;br /&gt;que me senti amada. Momentos que agora vejo, aconteciam somente dentro da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="fr0"&gt;Dá-me raiva pensar em todas as lágrimas que por ti derramei, de todas as promessas&lt;br /&gt;que tirei de mim mesma, q que só me fazem sofrer, cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me raiva em saber que não vai ter um 'final feliz'. Porque nem começar com 'era uma vez', começou.&lt;br /&gt;Me dá raiva pensar que o teu final feliz não vai ser comigo. Dá raiva pensar em quem vai te abraçar, quem vai te aquecer,&lt;br /&gt;quem vai te tocar. Dá-me raiva em lembrar de todos os meus amores, e pensar que tu  foste o melhor deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dá raiva quando penso no que não vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que me dá mais raiva nisso tudo, é quando meu coração dispara ao ver-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="fr0"&gt;Dá-me raiva sentir saudade depois de cada despedida, saber que não vou te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="fr0"&gt; Dá-me raiva de não ter raiva de ti,&lt;br /&gt;nem só por um segundo, nem só por ter raiva.»»&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Kathlen_Heloise_Pfiffer/" class="autor"&gt;Kathlen Heloise Pfiffer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-171704147133115621?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/171704147133115621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=171704147133115621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/171704147133115621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/171704147133115621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/dadavadeu.html' title='Dá....dava...deu:)'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6895057161397828472</id><published>2009-11-08T20:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:34:43.338Z</updated><title type='text'>.....inacabado</title><content type='html'>Foram tantos os poemas que me passaram pela cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Tantos autores que poderia citar...&lt;br /&gt;Tantos textos que poderia ter lido...&lt;br /&gt;mas...nada me veio à cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Nada soube responder...&lt;br /&gt;Nada soube dizer...&lt;br /&gt;A nada soube reagir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simplesmente não tenho palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que ajudem a verbalizar o que me vai na alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A minha boca está despida de palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-6895057161397828472?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6895057161397828472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6895057161397828472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6895057161397828472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6895057161397828472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje.html' title='.....inacabado'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-4361935194651188473</id><published>2009-10-28T20:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:58:56.982Z</updated><title type='text'>It´s easier to run....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's easier to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; replacing this pain with something numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it's so much easier to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; than face all this pain here all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; something has been taken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; from deep inside of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a secret i've kept locked away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; no one can ever see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; wounds so deep they never show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; they never go away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; like moving pictures in my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for years and years they've played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i could change i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; take back the pain i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; retrace every wrong move that i made i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; if i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; stand up and take the blame i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; if I can take all the shame to the grave i would (2X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it's easier to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; replacing this pain with something numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it's so much easier to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; than face all this pain here all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sometimes i remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the darkness of my past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bringing back these memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i wish i didn't have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sometimes i think of letting go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and never looking back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and never moving forward so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; there'd never be a past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If i could change i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; take back the pain i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; retrace every wrong move that i made i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; if i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; stand up and take the blame i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; if i could take all the shame to the grave i would (2X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; just washing it aside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; all of the helplessness inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pretending i don't feel so misplaced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is so much simpler than change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it's easier to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; replacing this pain with something numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it's so much easier to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; than face all this pain here all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; its easier to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; if i could change i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; take back the pain i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; retrace every wrong move that i made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; its easier to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; if i could change i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; take back the pain i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; retrace every wrong move that i made i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; if i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; stand up and take the blame i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; if i could take all the shame to the grave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Linkin´Park- Easier to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-4361935194651188473?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4361935194651188473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=4361935194651188473' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4361935194651188473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4361935194651188473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-easier-to-run.html' title='It´s easier to run....'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7485988920002797784</id><published>2009-10-27T12:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:42:39.611Z</updated><title type='text'>"4 meses"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Custa fazer uma opção...por alguém,por algo...por ti..por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abandonar o conhecido e lançarmo-nos ao desconhecido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas quando tomamos a opção sentimos um alívio estúpido..e ao mesmo tempo uma sensação de "aperto" pelo medo de termos optado pelo errado, pelo caminho errado, pela pessoa errada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É difícil ser-se prático,concreto e um pouco "frio" quando as duas opções sao boas...se uma delas levasse a um mau caminho seria tudo tão mais fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero não me arrepender, espero não vacilar..hoje sinto-me tranquila, mas o meu estado de espirito é deveras alterável e inconstante..estas minhas curiosidades levam-me a ser impulsiva e por vezes pouco correcta e serena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes acho mesmo incrível o quanto mudei...de à alguns anos para cá...os meus amigos dizem-no, mas eu continuo a dizer que este é o meu verdadeiro "eu" que andou camuflado durante anos com medo da não aprovação daqueles que me rodeavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas tudo tem um reverso da moeda, às vezes é duro ver a minha "mudança" e a "estagnação" daqueles com quem me relaciono diariamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Só o tempo dirá se estou correcta ou não..&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/2238911548705954035-7485988920002797784?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7485988920002797784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7485988920002797784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7485988920002797784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7485988920002797784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-meses.html' title='&quot;4 meses&quot;'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6349871727648428668</id><published>2009-10-25T13:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:47:05.037Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para mim o ser humano deve ter a capacidade e a oportunidade de experimentar o máximo possível...&lt;br /&gt;Desde muito cedo que soube que para mim uma única experiência em várias matérias não seria o suficiente para me contentar e para me fazer feliz..&lt;br /&gt;Confesso fui tudo menos precoce, sempre racionalizei tudo ao máximo pelo menos em certas matérias, via as minhas amigas a sonharem com príncipes encantados e contos de fadas e eu desde logo achei que isso nunca seria a minha visão das coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Longe de mim condenar quem quer que seja, aliás é mm isso q nos torna únicos a nossa capacidade para sermos tao diferentes uns dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Incrivel como alguém tão diferente de nós pode nutrir sentimentos tao profundos, serão essas diferenças depois colmatadas pelo amor, paixão e ou amizade? Ou será que mais cedo ou mais tarde elas não virão à tona?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-6349871727648428668?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6349871727648428668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6349871727648428668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6349871727648428668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6349871727648428668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-mim-o-ser-humano-deve-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-1936796512587397954</id><published>2009-10-25T13:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:30:20.020Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ue'/><title type='text'>Bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simplesmente não sei o que te dizer....&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente quero-te dizer que não me sinto preparada....&lt;br /&gt;SImplesmente quero que saibas que és demais para mim, assustas-me demasiado com o teu jeito assim simples de escrever e de falar...&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente quero-te dizer que não sou mulher para ti...que mereces melhor, mereces o melhor que alguem te possa dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente quero que desistas de mim para q seja mais fácil seguir em frente sem olhar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mesmo o que te dizer.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-1936796512587397954?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1936796512587397954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=1936796512587397954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/1936796512587397954'/><link 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/&gt;....e às vezes tenho essa sensação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2238911548705954035-2302028459422172284?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2302028459422172284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=2302028459422172284' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2302028459422172284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2302028459422172284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-sou-segunda-opcao-para-ninguem.html' title='Belém'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-4533261183573193982</id><published>2009-10-13T16:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:15:14.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Nunca amamos alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amamos, tão somente, a ideia que fazemos de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É a um conceito nosso, em suma, é nós mesmos que amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isto é verdade em toda a escala do amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No amor sexual buscamos um prazer nosso dado por intermédio de um corpo estranho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No amor diferente do sexual, buscamos um prazer nosso dado por intermédio de uma idéia nossa.(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As relações entre uma alma e outra, através de coisas tão incertas e divergentes como as palavras comuns e os gestos que se empreendem, são matéria de estranha complexidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No próprio acto em que nos conhecemos, nos desconhecemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dizem os dois 'amo-te' ou pensam-no e sentem-no por troca, e cada uma quer dizer uma ideia diferente, uma vida diferente, até, porventura, uma cor ou um aroma diferente, na soma abstracta de impressões que constitui a actividade da alma. (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Será isso mesmo o que é amar alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Decerto que concordo que a definição que cada um dá do "amor" é subjectiva, uns dizem que amam passado poucos dias, outros só o dizem passado meses e até anos e outros há que nunca o dizem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Mas será que por não o dizerem quer dizer que não o sintam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;E será que por o dizerem quer dizer que o sintam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Amor...para sempre um tema complicado de discutir e entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/2238911548705954035-4533261183573193982?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4533261183573193982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=4533261183573193982' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4533261183573193982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4533261183573193982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/nunca-amamos-ninguem.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-7871565770720494375</id><published>2009-10-13T01:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:44:49.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confusa...&lt;br /&gt;Confusa...&lt;br /&gt;Confusa...&lt;br /&gt;Confusa...&lt;br /&gt;Confusa...&lt;br /&gt;Confusa...&lt;br /&gt;Confusa...&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;Confusa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento não me vem outra palavra à cabeça...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-7871565770720494375?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7871565770720494375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=7871565770720494375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7871565770720494375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/7871565770720494375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/confusa.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-4139878935715225869</id><published>2009-10-08T14:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:03:58.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jardim das cerejas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Ss3vcUMk_mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kzNLoDHMoNQ/s1600-h/cereja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227598769192546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Ss3vcUMk_mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kzNLoDHMoNQ/s200/cereja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Às vezes tenho a noção de que nunca te vou conseguir explicar como é o meu verdadeiro "eu".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero chorar, gritar, mas tenho receio da tua não aprovação  e da minha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre me habituei a esconder o que sentia, a guardar para mim certos problemas da minha vida passada e presente, sempre me tive só a mim para me ajudar, é estranho ter alguem que se preocupa e como me parece tao "impossivel" acabo por continuar a fazer o que tenho feito estes anos todos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fechar-me a sete chaves e esperar que o mal estar desapareça para surgir de novo com um sorriso estampado na cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje comecei uma nova etapa da minha vida e estou feliz por isso, com muito menos dinheiro na conta bancária, pois claro, mas...acho  que será bom para mim espero daqui a 6 meses poder orgulhar-me ao ver o papel na mão timbrado e carimbado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É certo que uns têm mais facilidades que outros, mas..tenho de me convencer que eu faço parte do grupo daqueles que têm de dar o litro para obter o que desejam pois nada surge de mão beijada, mas bem que às vezes poderia vir uma pontinha de sorte não? Parece que esta semana lá terei de pôr novamente o euromilhões e torcer para algo bom:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até à próxima!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*PLUR*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-4139878935715225869?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4139878935715225869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=4139878935715225869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4139878935715225869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4139878935715225869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/jardim-das-cerejas.html' title='Jardim das cerejas'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Ss3vcUMk_mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kzNLoDHMoNQ/s72-c/cereja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6341114187662289393</id><published>2009-10-07T00:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:07:06.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamentos em imagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SsvPED4UuVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-Rzyaf4_dY/s1600-h/Chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389629047746902354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SsvPED4UuVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-Rzyaf4_dY/s400/Chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove lá fora...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo derrama lágrimas que tendem em não parar..&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que observo fogem com medo..de se molharem,de se sujarem, de se revelarem..&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me no café e peço o normal o meu famoso garoto e o croissant misto (haverá algum dia em q me fartarei de comê-lo?)&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o meu estado de espírito é oposto àquele que se encontra lá fora..&lt;br /&gt;Curioamente a chuva tem lavado a minha alma, tem.me purificado, aclarado as ideias e fez-me ver que o que gira à minha volta afinal não é assim tão mau...&lt;br /&gt;Se todos os dias alguem sorri por minha causa quer dizer q se calhar não sou assim tão má pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Se todos os dias alguem pergunta como estou é porque se calhar se interessam mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia abro o MSN e vejo uma mensagem offline a dizer "ouvi esta musica e foi impossivel n m lembrar de ti...miss u" então...que quero eu mais?&lt;br /&gt;Estou farta de testar as pessoas...apartir de agora vou passar a estar mais tempo com elas do que propriamente a testar o "amor" delas por mim, acho que é o mais correcto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me no café e olho para o casal que está a minha frente: ele bebendo o seu café matinal, ela a meia de leite habitual por nenhum segundo trocam olhares, ele olha o jornal fingindo que o lê, ela olha para o infinito ainda com medo do silêncio constrangedor que já se tornou uma rotina.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fundo está uma senhora de idade com ar triste e só..sorri para o empregado cujo nome já sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Ouço constantemente uma mãe a gritar com a filha a insistir para ela comer o bolo de arroz todo e beber o galão..tendo em conta que a filha n terá mais que 8 anos será que lhe fará falta a cafeína do galão e o açucar do bolo?&lt;br /&gt;Julgamentos aparte:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que acabei o croissant preparo-me para mais um dia de trabalho e com a certeza que amanhã poderá chover ou não, mas que amanhã estarão a esta mesma hora eneste mesmo sitio as mesmas pessoas e isso será bom?&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a rotina faz bem..dá-nos segurança e também pode funcionar como um pilar, creio que a rotina às vezes é boa desde que não se transforme em monotonia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-6341114187662289393?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6341114187662289393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6341114187662289393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6341114187662289393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6341114187662289393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-raining.html' title='pensamentos em imagens'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/SsvPED4UuVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-Rzyaf4_dY/s72-c/Chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-4039022249495771141</id><published>2009-10-01T14:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:33:18.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Irrita.me profundamente que haja pessoas que têm tudo de mao beijada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sem terem d trabalhar para consegui.lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-4039022249495771141?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4039022249495771141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=4039022249495771141' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4039022249495771141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/4039022249495771141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/irita.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-2769910821582400366</id><published>2009-10-01T10:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:34:21.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Incrível como há músicas que atravessam momentos, estados de espírito, cidades, pessoas....&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei desalmadamente e inconsolávelmente a ouvi.la, mas também já dei gritos de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo assistir a Patrice ao vivo é....como hei.de dizer...."absorvente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2d9YHwIA5c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2d9YHwIA5c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A versão do album é melhor:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-2769910821582400366?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2769910821582400366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=2769910821582400366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2769910821582400366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/2769910821582400366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5403715818925328958</id><published>2009-09-29T12:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:39:14.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há dias em que..não sei..sinto que cheguei ao fundo do poço e hoje é um deles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje ainda não consegui arrancar um sorriso a mim mesma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje quando acordei surpreendentemente não tive fome...nem sede nem o meu corpo se ressentiu disso..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje ainda n comi e não tenho vontade sequer de fazê-lo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje sinto-me triste de todas as maneiras possiveis e imaginárias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje sinto-me inconsolável...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje sinto que ninguem percebe o quanto estou a chorar e a gritar por dentro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje nem consigo dominar as lágrimas atrevidas que tendem a escorrer.me  pela face sem que eu consiga travá.las com medo da exposição...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje espero que o "hoje" acabe rápido para que esta sensação de vazio se perca no tempo e tão cedo n volte a surgir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-5403715818925328958?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5403715818925328958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5403715818925328958' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5403715818925328958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5403715818925328958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5617441855517792286</id><published>2009-09-29T09:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:36:14.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Multivitaminas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que me afastei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que te afastei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que me distanciei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que te distanciei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sabia o que te dizer e como te dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Não é que não sinta a tua falta..apenas não soube lidar com certas coisas entre elas a ideia de te partilhar...&lt;br /&gt;Nestes ultimos tempos tantas têm sido as pessoas que me desiludiram que optei por te desiludir antes a ti ao invés de o contrário se passar.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia as coisas voltem a ser o que eram antes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até lá ficam as memórias de tempos passados e de copos partilhados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até breve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-5617441855517792286?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5617441855517792286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5617441855517792286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5617441855517792286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/5617441855517792286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/sei-que-me-afastei.html' title='Multivitaminas'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-3419643239476968553</id><published>2009-09-25T12:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:43:29.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma noite de desgraça alcoólica:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É disto que eu gosto de improvisos, mudanças repentinas de planos que depois se revelam ter sido umas optimas escolhas, para quê stressar se depois ainda corre melhor do que aquilo que inicialmente tinha sido estipulado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou a gostar, ontem gostei da postura de certas pessoas, acho incrivel como não saimos mais vezes juntos se combinamos tao bem uns com os outros, onde andavam vocês?? Onde??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero gente alegre em meu redor, gente simples, descomplexada, descontraída, desinibida, extrovertida..para stresses já bastam os da nossa vida diária. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O tempo passou tão rápido quando dei por mim já tinhamos de nos "abandonar" e dizer "até à próxima" o trabalho no dia seguinte espera-nos e com ele a necessidade de dormir algo durante a noite. Uns dormem outros meditam, pensam, reflectem, deitam.se sorrindo procurando que aquela noite se repita por muitos mais dias do ano.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só depende de nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-3419643239476968553?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3419643239476968553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=3419643239476968553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3419643239476968553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/3419643239476968553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/mais-uma-noite-de-desgraca-alcoolica-e.html' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-6694907144375491446</id><published>2009-09-17T10:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:49:12.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Admito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Admito..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não tenho conseguido escrever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me desinteressada por tudo e por nada..há dias em que acordo com um simples e estúpido sorriso na cara..outros há em que só me apetece desaparecer, normalmente esses surgem com a lembrança dos sonhos que tive durante a noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque é que continuo a sonhar com coisas que quero esquecer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Será que é um aviso da mente a dizer que essas coisas afinal não estão esquecidas, mt pelo contrário? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chega a uma altura em que tenho alguma dificuldade em perceber o que é real e o que foi sonho, algumas vezes pretendo que fosse real o sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheguei a um ponto na minha vida em que tudo me desilude, ora são as pessoas ora é o trabalho..ora é o tempo ora são os pais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou desiludida e eles nem se apercebem disso..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por aqui continua a reinar muito egoismo à minha volta....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parece que eu tenho íman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ninguem é verdadeiramente amigo de ninguem, tenho medo de ter "desistido" das pessoas erradas em prol de pessoas que agora vejo que não merecem a minha opção e atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só o tempo dirá se estou errada, mas...creio que não:s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-6694907144375491446?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6694907144375491446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=6694907144375491446' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6694907144375491446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/6694907144375491446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao.html' title='Admito'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-9030194582012753261</id><published>2009-09-10T11:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:54:56.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Custa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa muito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa ser-se honesto com os outros, mas principalmente connosco próprios..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa dizer que não, quando seria o mais acertado..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa beijar quando se imaginam outros lábios no rosto de quem está à nossa frente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa tentar travar lágrimas que tendem em não parar de escorrer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa dormir de noite sabendo que amanhã será dos dias mais tristes da nossa vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa...tomar uma decisão..que sabemos que não será fácil para nenhuma das partes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa desejar o mal a quem nos fez sofrer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa ser feliz quando só se vêem ventos desfavoráveis ao futuro que se avizinha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa levantar de manhã sabendo que a chuva voltou e o verão está a despedir-se chorando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa não sorrir ao ver um sorriso de uma criança ingenua e verdadeira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje simplesmente custou-me não dar valor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-9030194582012753261?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9030194582012753261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=9030194582012753261' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/9030194582012753261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238911548705954035/posts/default/9030194582012753261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/custa.html' title='Custa'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774974940153182740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/S0JN53RjYSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJfyX_ww_jw/S220/2462380423_dbd7b7916f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238911548705954035.post-5776829870531916199</id><published>2009-09-10T09:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:49:07.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Copo de mOscatel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numa conversa franca, aberta e emocionada, duas almas avizinham o  fim mesmo não querendo nenhum deles assumi-lo, com medo do possível arrependimento e/ou saudade futura.&lt;br /&gt;Dois corpos se deitam nus tentando acariciar-se mas em vão, tocar-se procurando reavivar a emoção, o carinho..a tesão de outrora..ou o que restará dela.&lt;br /&gt;Numa delas uma tímida lágrima tenta a todo o custo não caír para não reflectir e exteriorizar a mágoa e tristeza na face.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo mais uma vez ganha à mente e por instantes tudo parece voltar a ser como dantes.. momentos de prazer  onde a mente adormeceu e deixou-se levar pelo desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Aparentemente tudo volta ao normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos até ao próximo copo de moscatel....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Inacabado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-5776829870531916199?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5776829870531916199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=5776829870531916199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tornar num ser desinteressante e volátil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO OBRIGADA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou melhor assim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-4971488025113071865?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shemovesbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4971488025113071865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238911548705954035&amp;postID=4971488025113071865' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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mesmo festa como esta....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Spz9dRZIabI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2mumxtAx8-E/s1600-h/cartaz_2009_cor_%5B50%25%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376450734500374962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLBYKzVdbZ4/Spz9dRZIabI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2mumxtAx8-E/s320/cartaz_2009_cor_%5B50%25%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Recomendo que deem por lá um pulinho ou um pulão os 3 dias (como eu).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vamos para a festaaaaaa:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238911548705954035-1053654296101748234?l=shemovesbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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