<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:35:15.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vais Querer Saber</title><subtitle type='html'>Até onde consegues ir?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-8696446351351976088</id><published>2009-09-02T13:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:34:04.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://julianobrum.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/1196377503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://julianobrum.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/1196377503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Durante estas últimas semanas tive a certeza...dissiparam-se todas as dúvidas! Por muitos problemas, discussões, chatices que possamos ter, é contigo que quero estar! Vamos partir à aventura...ainda bem que compreendes, ainda bem que ficas comigo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Em Março, deste ano, iniciei uma jornada de 6 meses que termina, exactamente, hoje. Um estágio curricular, na TVI. Ao longo destes tempos, vi muita coisa, descobri aquilo que os olhos não queriam ver, mas ainda bem, aprendi e creci profissionalmente (tentei "sugar" todos os ensinamentos daqui e dali, perceber, como e porquê, se faz assim e não doutra maneira...estou sempre a aprender e quero aprender, a cada dia que passa, sempre mais e mais).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Descobri a lógica amizade vs trabalho. Criei laços, integrei-me e relacionei-me! Estou feliz...e, sobretudo, grata (imensamente, grata) por ter vivido esta experiência. Levo recordações e pessoas no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A esperança continua, a luta continua...quem sabe se não me voltarei? Só Deus sabe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&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/3228954683575680787-8696446351351976088?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/8696446351351976088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=8696446351351976088' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/8696446351351976088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/8696446351351976088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s amazing'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-7685956092808767294</id><published>2009-08-06T15:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:05:58.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-7685956092808767294?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7685956092808767294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=7685956092808767294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7685956092808767294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7685956092808767294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpwww.html' title='Going...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-2753022077220331308</id><published>2009-08-06T15:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:57:25.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet terapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wallpapers33.com/images/cavalos-wallpapers-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wallpapers33.com/images/cavalos-wallpapers-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Há poucos dias voltei a ter a maravilhosa experiência de montar a cavalo...saí da TVI às 19:00 horas, com a Letícia, e só parámos no hipódromo. Entretanto, seguíamos atrás da Sara que já nos baralhava com tantas trocas e passagens entre faixas de rodagem. Quando chegámos, fomos directinhas às "boxes" e lá estavam eles...grandes, robustos, lindos! Confesso que ao fazer a primeira festa, ainda hesitei com receio de que me pudesse fazer mal. Que parvoíce! Pouco tempo depois, tudo parecia familiar, o medo esvaiu-se e o contentamento era tanto que não conseguia parar de sorrir. Fomos com a Vera, a guia que nos acompanhou, enquanto o trote e o galope faziam daquele fim de tarde, um momento de paz e tranquilidade como há muito não tinha. Foi uma delícia. Prefiro o galope ao trote, claramente, mas quero aperfeiçoar a minha técnica e montar, montar e montar. Descobri a minha terapia, o meu desporto...sim, porque os cavalos são um bom instrumento contra a celulite e gordura localizada. Para além de ganharmos elasticidade, ficámos "riginhas" e prontas para qualquer outra aventura! Senti-me tão bem naquele dia, uma liberdade e paz de espírito indescritíveis. Quando levávamos o cavalo de volta para as "boxes", ia com um sorriso de orelha a orelho, como uma criança que recebe o seu primeiro brinquedo. Em silêncio, senti-me bem. Tinha a certeza que estava bem, e estava feliz por 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/3228954683575680787-2753022077220331308?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2753022077220331308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=2753022077220331308' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2753022077220331308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2753022077220331308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-sweet-terapy.html' title='My sweet terapy'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-7723374583809146169</id><published>2009-07-29T11:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:25:06.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tua Escolha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://secreta.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://secreta.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTOU NUM LABIRINTO...VÁRIAS OPÇÕES, VÁRIAS SAÍDAS...MAS QUAL ESCOLHO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SAIO DE MIM...PARA ME TENTAR ENCONTRAR!&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/3228954683575680787-7723374583809146169?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7723374583809146169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=7723374583809146169' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7723374583809146169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7723374583809146169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/07/tua-escolha.html' title='A Tua Escolha'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6573337278123305097</id><published>2009-07-23T11:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:12:16.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djirvwl9T6k/SgirFJnyCZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ohc4syqmDW0/s400/smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djirvwl9T6k/SgirFJnyCZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ohc4syqmDW0/s400/smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;É bom quando acordamos e nos sentimos bem connosco e com o mundo! Viver a vida, simplesmente como ela é...com as coisas boas e más que nos proporciona. A partir do momento em que aprendi a olhar para tudo e todos com um sorriso, sempre, parece que as emoções transbordam e os sentimentos, ainda que por vezes distorcidos, ganham uma nova e fugaz força. Deixei de me sentir como sentia...pequenina, incapaz e, mais uma vez, desiludida (quando pensava que mais niguém me poderia desiludir)! Tudo isto passou...ficou a marca, ficou, para sempre, a recordação e a lição de que nunca nada é certo...as atitudes, as pessoas, o trabalho, as relações! Deste modo, e depois de passar a tempestade, acordo para o meu novo amanhecer... os traços mais significativos da minha pessoa voltaram! Não vou mudar, não mudo! Quem me conhece (e tão poucos são aqueles que me conhecem mesmo...lamentavelmente!) sabe que pinto o meu arco-íris com simplicidade, companheirismo, ingenuidade, sonhos (apesar de tudo, e acho que vou envelhecer assim, continua a acreditar) animação e muita teimosia e orgulho à mistura! Porque defeitos...é o que mais tenho! =) O facto de dar valor às pequenas coisas e usufruir dos momentos mais simples, ajuda-me a levantar a cabeça e seguir em frente... Quando recordo a minha infância, as traquinices e brincadeiras que foram uma constante, ou quando passo um serão com amigos , pipocas e um bom filme...delicioso! Quando vou jantar com ele, quando passeio à beira-mar com ele , quando lavámos o nosso "boguinhas", quando brincámos com nosso "Gugu", quando vamos juntos às compras ( e me chateias sempre porque quero ver tudo e mais alguma coisa), quando fazemos as nossas experiências culinárias ou as saladas maravilhosas que levámos para a praia (ultimamente temos tido uma óptima ajuda na confecção das saladas), quando fazemos maratonas de fotografia (e, claro, no final de contas temos os dois jeitinho para a coisa), quando ajudámos a tua mãe nas constantes idas ao "Pingo Doce", quando faço cócegas ao meu pai, quando faço sorrir a minha mãe...&lt;strong&gt;Sou feliz!&lt;/strong&gt; &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/3228954683575680787-6573337278123305097?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6573337278123305097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6573337278123305097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6573337278123305097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6573337278123305097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djirvwl9T6k/SgirFJnyCZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ohc4syqmDW0/s72-c/smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6701115251420639110</id><published>2009-07-16T13:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:40:14.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwU0DTGlzJI/R7RVrNu8nnI/AAAAAAAAB1w/F2KTxNU8Wqo/s400/DESEPERO.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwU0DTGlzJI/R7RVrNu8nnI/AAAAAAAAB1w/F2KTxNU8Wqo/s400/DESEPERO.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não sei quem te perdeu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-6701115251420639110?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6701115251420639110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6701115251420639110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6701115251420639110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6701115251420639110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwU0DTGlzJI/R7RVrNu8nnI/AAAAAAAAB1w/F2KTxNU8Wqo/s72-c/DESEPERO.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-4543094645534395515</id><published>2009-07-12T20:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:01:58.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SlpBLemDv8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ySuabs7vytM/s1600-h/meandfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357666372157685698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SlpBLemDv8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ySuabs7vytM/s400/meandfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E em breves minutos senti liberdade, senti felicidade nas pequenas coisas e momentos que tenho oportunidade de viver...hoje passei o dia com os meus pais e namorado! Os únicos com quem posso, sempre, contar! Por muitas discussões ou desavenças que possamos ter...não me deixam, nunca, ficar mal! Amo-vos...do fundo do coração! Obrigada pelos sorrisos, pelas brincadeiras, pelo cuidado e dedicação, pelos passeios, pelas lições de vida, pelos beijos, pelos abraços... ainda bem que existem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-4543094645534395515?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/4543094645534395515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=4543094645534395515' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4543094645534395515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4543094645534395515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-yourself.html' title='Be yourself'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SlpBLemDv8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ySuabs7vytM/s72-c/meandfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-9010764486583788152</id><published>2009-07-10T15:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:17:51.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada de tudo e nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vebarros08.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/back_alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://vebarros08.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/back_alma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Porque não podemos, nunca, tomar algo como certo! Os lugares de hoje, não são os mesmos lugares de amanhã, o trabalho de hoje, não é o mesmo trabalho de amanhã...mas, sobretudo, as pessoas de hoje, não são as mesmas pessoas de amanhã! Porquê? Não sei...e vou deixar de tentar descobrir!&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/3228954683575680787-9010764486583788152?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/9010764486583788152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=9010764486583788152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/9010764486583788152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/9010764486583788152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/07/cansada-de-tudo-e-nada.html' title='Cansada de tudo e nada'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-5449579459120316196</id><published>2009-07-06T18:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:30:20.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção de embalar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/t/ternura-9696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/t/ternura-9696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Apetecia-me adormecer no teu luar...quero ser a tua canção de embalar, quero que sejas o meu refúgio, a minha força e o meu amparo...porque me apetece-me fazer tudo e nada, estar e não estar, ser e não ser!? Escuta a minha súplica...é que a única certeza que tenho neste momento é que te quero, como sempre quis...&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/3228954683575680787-5449579459120316196?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/5449579459120316196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=5449579459120316196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5449579459120316196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5449579459120316196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/07/cancao-de-embalar_06.html' title='Canção de embalar'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-2631229830107739097</id><published>2009-07-06T18:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:34:43.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdssK-xlQPI/Rmav_B0XqII/AAAAAAAAAFg/_8RR3Tu7kpc/s400/be+careful+what+you+wish+for+(halfords).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdssK-xlQPI/Rmav_B0XqII/AAAAAAAAAFg/_8RR3Tu7kpc/s400/be+careful+what+you+wish+for+(halfords).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-2631229830107739097?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2631229830107739097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=2631229830107739097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2631229830107739097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2631229830107739097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/07/cancao-de-embalar.html' title=''/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdssK-xlQPI/Rmav_B0XqII/AAAAAAAAAFg/_8RR3Tu7kpc/s72-c/be+careful+what+you+wish+for+(halfords).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-4314334685738154173</id><published>2009-07-05T20:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:24:22.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pD2gICH-epc/SEHlej4bvzI/AAAAAAAADjs/Nqei_TGZ4VU/s400/australia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pD2gICH-epc/SEHlej4bvzI/AAAAAAAADjs/Nqei_TGZ4VU/s400/australia+1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hoje à tarde vi o filme...e como sou uma grande "madalena" fartei-me de chorar! Várias cenas, vários monentos intensos e as lágrimas, inevitavelmente, correram...comecei e não mais parei! Parecia uma criança...e chorava, e chorava até que pensei: "Porque estou a chorar?", e nesse instante respondi: "Não sei...mas apetece-me chorar"! Já não me lembro da última vez em que desatei a chorar...por nada!Simplesmente me sinto bem a chorar naquele instante. Estranho não? Talvez haja um motivo... escondido! E, então, ele abraçou-me e disse: "A tua sorte é que ficas ainda mais linda quando choras, senão...". E pouco tempo depois, parei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;"As coisas agora são assim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Mas porque são assim, não quer dizer que devam ser"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-4314334685738154173?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/4314334685738154173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=4314334685738154173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4314334685738154173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4314334685738154173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-australia.html' title='My Australia'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pD2gICH-epc/SEHlej4bvzI/AAAAAAAADjs/Nqei_TGZ4VU/s72-c/australia+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-765801572718920364</id><published>2009-06-30T23:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:41:16.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspacespells.com/files/b52fa296aa34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.myspacespells.com/files/b52fa296aa34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Às vezes encontro-me, perco-me e volto a encontrar-me! Dizem que a vida é feita de encontros e desencontros, de avanços e recuos...mas quando é que vou encontrar-te? Quero sorrir, quero estar em paz...sabes quando fechas os olhos, inspiras e tudo o que sentes em teu redor é beleza e serenidade? Tenho saudades de me sentir bem...não importa onde, nem com quem! Apenas me sinto...miles away!&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/3228954683575680787-765801572718920364?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/765801572718920364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=765801572718920364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/765801572718920364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/765801572718920364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-vezes-encontro-me-perco-me-e-volto.html' title=''/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-7280023137010399323</id><published>2009-06-24T19:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:48:39.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida vivida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagens.kboing.com.br/papeldeparede/8207Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagens.kboing.com.br/papeldeparede/8207Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hoje comecei o dia bem cedo. Eram 7:00 horas da manhã quando me levantei. A manhã foi preenchida com uma reportagem junto de um grande "Senhor" do Teatro e da Televisão. Admiro-o imenso e todos os elogios que possamos fazer à sua pessoa e personalidade, sabem sempre a tão pouco. Cheguei cedo às gravações...fiquei parada, com actores e equipa técnica como pano de fundo. E observava, num surto de cepticismo, R. Carvalho... A força, a vontade, a alegria, a cumplicidade, a paixão...tudo isto reunido num único ser! Falei com ele, numa entrevista não muito longa, mas que me deixou a pensar seriamente nas coisas. Em tom de brincadeira, quando lhe pergunava acerca daquilo que ainda lhe faltava fazer, ele sorriu, fitou-me o olhar, e assim como quem conta um segredo disse "falta-me trabalhar...quero continuar a trabalhar". A vida pode ser dura, magoa-nos muitos e prega-nos rasteiras cruéis, por vezes, imperdoáveis...mas porquê irmos ao tapete? Afinal de contas, somos vitoriosos, dia após dia...ganhámos com a vida, com o trabalho, com os pais, com os amigos, e com aqueles que o parecem ser...tudo isto, na recta final, dá-nos força, faz-nos acreditar que estamos vivos e se isso acontece, é apenas por uma razão! Para sermos felizes, estar feliz, sorrir para os bons e maus momentos...rir das dificuldades, chorar de emoção, suar de esforço no trabalho, dar tudo por tudo e amar...amar sempre e muito!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Obrigada R. Carvalho...foi um prazer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-7280023137010399323?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7280023137010399323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=7280023137010399323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7280023137010399323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7280023137010399323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/vidavivida.html' title='Vida vivida!'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-7691793321798229861</id><published>2009-06-21T16:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:23:13.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;who? someone like me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d2eff68ba45120f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2eff68ba45120f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137723%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3954F771A9F7FCD01840F2549439084F80B4BAE1.6270DA5B4B50368CEA7E4FEF9E73A9DC77770E95%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2eff68ba45120f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn-vBtUXGxsBd1V_Diqgd2pPpb2M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2eff68ba45120f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137723%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3954F771A9F7FCD01840F2549439084F80B4BAE1.6270DA5B4B50368CEA7E4FEF9E73A9DC77770E95%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2eff68ba45120f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn-vBtUXGxsBd1V_Diqgd2pPpb2M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-7691793321798229861?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d2eff68ba45120f5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7691793321798229861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=7691793321798229861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7691793321798229861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7691793321798229861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-me-away.html' title='Take me away...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-4854021519843476803</id><published>2009-06-19T15:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:41:12.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://contosinconstantes.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/sozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://contosinconstantes.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/sozinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://atuleirus.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/we%20are%20not%20alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A pior das solidões é aquela que sentimos quando estamos rodeados de gente...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E procuro por respostas, mas não as consigo encontrar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-4854021519843476803?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/4854021519843476803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=4854021519843476803' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4854021519843476803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4854021519843476803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-7326882867761749590</id><published>2009-06-16T12:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:28:58.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei onde pertenço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIiCI_QuFU/SQCrlX0mGMI/AAAAAAAABJM/qo92lC_Hk8w/s320/eu+sou+a+que+anda+perdida.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIiCI_QuFU/SQCrlX0mGMI/AAAAAAAABJM/qo92lC_Hk8w/s320/eu+sou+a+que+anda+perdida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';" &gt;"I'm staring out into the night,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the place where love&lt;br /&gt;And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.&lt;br /&gt;And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from.&lt;br /&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';" &gt;Well I'm going home..."&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/3228954683575680787-7326882867761749590?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7326882867761749590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=7326882867761749590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7326882867761749590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7326882867761749590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-sei-onde-pertenco.html' title='Não sei onde pertenço...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7yIiCI_QuFU/SQCrlX0mGMI/AAAAAAAABJM/qo92lC_Hk8w/s72-c/eu+sou+a+que+anda+perdida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6794316741620354764</id><published>2009-06-15T13:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:44:11.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.artibolas.eu/images/sweet_tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.artibolas.eu/images/sweet_tiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-6794316741620354764?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6794316741620354764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6794316741620354764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6794316741620354764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6794316741620354764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-sweet.html' title='Life&apos;s sweet'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-3420264825241827258</id><published>2009-06-10T11:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:52:37.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas da minha música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ronaldo75.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/20081205110430330_musica1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ronaldo75.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/20081205110430330_musica1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hoje acordei a pensar em algo, simplesmente, banal...música! Banal? Sim, mas, deveras, fascinante... a música está em todo o sítio, em toda a parte, com os mais velhos, com os mais novos e, até, com as crianças. Ora te encoraja, ora te faz chorar... de tristeza ou de felicidade. É interessante, versátil... mais serena ou mais rebelde, instrumental ou com letra, a solo ou em grupo... as notas vão surgindo e, num ápice, a criatividade solta-se como um leve beijo que nos arrebate a cada som! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A música é, acima de todo, poderosa...move paixões, pessoas, vidas. E não pára...dia após dia, surgem novos ritmos que nos fazem admirar, ainda mais, esta bela arte!&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/3228954683575680787-3420264825241827258?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/3420264825241827258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=3420264825241827258' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/3420264825241827258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/3420264825241827258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/notas-da-minha-musica.html' title='Notas da minha música'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-915094523382357263</id><published>2009-06-10T11:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:28:51.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarar as feridas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ferias.tur.br/admin/cidades/9202/n_amanhacer%20em%20Icem%20por%20Marcos%20Ic%C3%A9m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ferias.tur.br/admin/cidades/9202/n_amanhacer%20em%20Icem%20por%20Marcos%20Ic%C3%A9m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Quero que passe, que não doa mais, quero estar, simplesmente, feliz... quero um novo amanhecer!&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/3228954683575680787-915094523382357263?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/915094523382357263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=915094523382357263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/915094523382357263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/915094523382357263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/sarar-as-feridas.html' title='Sarar as feridas'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-3780268600465249306</id><published>2009-06-07T21:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:26:35.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogdopatrick.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/life1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogdopatrick.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/life1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"When you try your best, but you don't succeed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I will try, to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But if you never try, you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just what you're worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tears stream down your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Apesar de tudo...é bom viver!&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/3228954683575680787-3780268600465249306?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/3780268600465249306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=3780268600465249306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/3780268600465249306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/3780268600465249306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-583926407607579747</id><published>2009-06-07T20:44:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:31:13.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://suefb.blog.uol.com.br/images/lUIolay1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://suefb.blog.uol.com.br/images/lUIolay1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quando era criança, tudo era simples. Problemas? Onde? Porquê? "Os adutos são mesmo estranhos, complicam tudo", pensava eu. Agora, com 21 anos penso "O que mudou?"...mas mudou tudo, porque cresci e crescer, por vezes, dói...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Continuo a crescer, passo a passo, um dia de cada vez...&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/3228954683575680787-583926407607579747?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/583926407607579747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=583926407607579747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/583926407607579747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/583926407607579747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-by-day.html' title='Day by Day...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-1417843245448119272</id><published>2009-05-29T16:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:25:46.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida num carrossel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://luzdeana.zip.net/images/carrossel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://luzdeana.zip.net/images/carrossel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E a noite caiu. Está calor lá fora, um ar quente que abafa e que convida a um mergulho e a uns banhos de sol na praia... enquanto isso estou aqui, fechada e agarrada aos meus pensamentos e reflexões! Lembranças que me arrastam para um infinito de emoções que se confundem... Gostava que a noite me trouxesse a felicidade...o sorriso de uma criança que tem a sua primeira viagem num carrossel, o carinho, sem máscara, daqueles que me rodeiam...um simples "olá, estou contente por estares aqui"! Mas o carrossel da minha vida começou a andar ao contrário...e parou! Agora não sei mais para que destino seguir viagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"[...] yet misunderstood..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(acho que vou começar a fazer mais quizz no facebook!)&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/3228954683575680787-1417843245448119272?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/1417843245448119272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=1417843245448119272' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/1417843245448119272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/1417843245448119272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-num-carrossel.html' title='Vida num carrossel...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-2982554877455288</id><published>2009-05-29T15:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:41:05.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SiABwjpeNeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_3-Ya5mgpiI/s1600-h/sozinha%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341271091775944162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SiABwjpeNeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_3-Ya5mgpiI/s320/sozinha%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"This is the truth about truth: it hurts...so we lie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(...e irei continuar a mentir! porquê? não sei...)&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/3228954683575680787-2982554877455288?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2982554877455288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=2982554877455288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2982554877455288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2982554877455288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje-sinto-me-assim.html' title='Hoje sinto-me assim...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SiABwjpeNeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_3-Ya5mgpiI/s72-c/sozinha%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-945406165110266332</id><published>2009-05-26T18:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:39:03.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://atuleirus.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/dancar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://atuleirus.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/dancar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Está na hora de correr, de parar de sofrer, de deixar o amor respirar, de ser abraçada, de chorar no ombro da amiga, de mergulhar na quente areia e beber do sol, por vezes frio, por vezes quente, está na hora de recordar e acordar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;É importante que fiquemos acordados, pois corremos o rico de ver passar por nós aquilo que mais ansiamos, como se fosse um infinito inalcançável...&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/3228954683575680787-945406165110266332?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/945406165110266332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=945406165110266332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/945406165110266332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/945406165110266332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-dance.html' title='Time to dance'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-7648652890717581699</id><published>2009-05-20T16:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:20:17.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olho, escuto, penso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://members.netmadeira.com/soniaamaral/tiana/boneca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://members.netmadeira.com/soniaamaral/tiana/boneca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;e digo para mim mesma: "i just wanna be happy...let me try!"&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/3228954683575680787-7648652890717581699?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7648652890717581699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=7648652890717581699' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7648652890717581699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7648652890717581699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/05/olho-escuto-penso.html' title='Olho, escuto, penso...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-5588482022547493226</id><published>2009-05-15T15:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:23:36.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns para mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dudavasconcellos.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/aniversario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dudavasconcellos.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/aniversario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hoje estou de parabéns...faço 21 aninhos! Tão novinha e na flor da idade...ainda tenho tanto para aprender e viver! Obrigada a todos aqueles que fazem parte da minha vida...fico feliz por existirem!&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/3228954683575680787-5588482022547493226?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/5588482022547493226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=5588482022547493226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5588482022547493226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5588482022547493226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/05/parabens-para-mim.html' title='Parabéns para mim...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-3874310868483875076</id><published>2009-05-09T11:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:55:08.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A deambular...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SgVg2f7LirI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wyi53dnWMHw/s1600-h/f_ForbiddenLom_276daaa%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333775823089142450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SgVg2f7LirI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wyi53dnWMHw/s320/f_ForbiddenLom_276daaa%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"We rely on superstition because we are smart enough to know we don't have all the answers..."&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/3228954683575680787-3874310868483875076?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/3874310868483875076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=3874310868483875076' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/3874310868483875076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/3874310868483875076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/05/deambular.html' title='A deambular...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SgVg2f7LirI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wyi53dnWMHw/s72-c/f_ForbiddenLom_276daaa%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-9164347411450353229</id><published>2009-05-07T16:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:53:16.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Moonlight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://robertofranca.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/dancaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://robertofranca.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/dancaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;O tempo passa e,muitas vezes, não damos valor à quantidade de coisas boas que já vivemos, às dificuldades que ultrapassámos e oportunidades que perdemos, os sorrisos perdidos e os abraços encontrados, os amigos com quem partilhámos mil e uma aventuras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mas... jornada continua... porque vai haver sempre alguma coisa que me faça sorrir, cantar, escutar, chorar, revoltar, dançar e viver...&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/3228954683575680787-9164347411450353229?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/9164347411450353229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=9164347411450353229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/9164347411450353229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/9164347411450353229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/05/dancing-in-moonlight.html' title='Dancing in the Moonlight...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-7535237020792559820</id><published>2009-05-07T12:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:48:55.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Sabe bem ter-te por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sabe bem tudo tão certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sabe bem quando te espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sabe bem beber quem quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quase que não chegava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A tempo de me deliciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quase que não chegava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A horas de te abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kn8NO9sPCfs/SKbvyQtmSgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4fkww3OjgiE/s400/voando.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kn8NO9sPCfs/SKbvyQtmSgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4fkww3OjgiE/s400/voando.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quase que não recebia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A prenda prometida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quase que não devia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Existir tal companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não me lembras o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nem nada que se pareça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não me lembras a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nem nada que se escureça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se um dia me sinto nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tomara que a terra estremeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que a minha boca na tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu confesso não sai da cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se um beijo é quase perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Perdidos num rio sem leito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que dirá se o tempo nos der&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O tempo a que temos direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se um dia um anjo fizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A seta bater-te no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se um dia o diabo quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Faremos o crime perfeito"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna Maria&lt;/em&gt; &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/3228954683575680787-7535237020792559820?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7535237020792559820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=7535237020792559820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7535237020792559820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7535237020792559820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabe-bem-ter-te-por-perto-sabe-bem-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kn8NO9sPCfs/SKbvyQtmSgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4fkww3OjgiE/s72-c/voando.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-8948004844537837369</id><published>2009-04-26T19:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:16:24.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aralumiar.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/lisboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 252px;" src="http://aralumiar.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/lisboa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Lisboa is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linda,&lt;br /&gt;tem amigos e amigas,&lt;br /&gt;tem boa comida e belos sítios para passear,&lt;br /&gt;tem trânsito e movimento,&lt;br /&gt;é vida,&lt;br /&gt;tem Eléctrico,&lt;br /&gt;tem tradição e vanguardismo,&lt;br /&gt;tem o Tejo e o Cristo Rei,&lt;br /&gt;é Bairro Alto,&lt;br /&gt;tem o Chiado,&lt;br /&gt;tem Fado,&lt;br /&gt;tem Fama,&lt;br /&gt;tem Metro,&lt;br /&gt;Chuva e sol,&lt;br /&gt;tem jantares em Alcântara e Carcavelos,&lt;br /&gt;tem cultura e etnias,&lt;br /&gt;tem Revista à Portuguesa,&lt;br /&gt;tem pastéis de Belém...na "Brasileira"...os melhores que já comi,&lt;br /&gt;tem gargalhadas e aventuras,&lt;br /&gt;é História, sonho e realidade&lt;br /&gt;é Essência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... Lisboa é Lisboa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-8948004844537837369?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/8948004844537837369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=8948004844537837369' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/8948004844537837369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/8948004844537837369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/04/lisboa.html' title='Lisboa...'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-8109539060339192360</id><published>2009-04-17T10:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:28:17.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Basta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://missdevil.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://missdevil.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Quando a vida te atira, constantemente, ao tapete, há uma altura em que não tens mais onde te agarrar... cais uma vez, não desistes... cais a segunda e continuas a lutar, cais a terceira e és persistente... mas voltas a cair outra vez, outra, e novamente.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Aí já não tens força, aí já não há resistentes... já não há ninguém para te aparar a queda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tudo não passa de uma fase, mas há aquelas que insistem em não dar tréguas...&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/3228954683575680787-8109539060339192360?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/8109539060339192360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=8109539060339192360' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/8109539060339192360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/8109539060339192360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/04/basta.html' title='Basta!'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-7815227193052782751</id><published>2009-04-06T20:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:13:59.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EM ABRIL...ÁGUAS MIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_od94ieevh_Y/SFYIcm0ClfI/AAAAAAAACD8/0IQEl0eQUtA/s400/mulher%2B%C3%A0%2Bchuva.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_od94ieevh_Y/SFYIcm0ClfI/AAAAAAAACD8/0IQEl0eQUtA/s400/mulher%2B%C3%A0%2Bchuva.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tal como eu me sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-7815227193052782751?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/7815227193052782751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=7815227193052782751' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7815227193052782751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/7815227193052782751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/04/em-abrilaguas-mil.html' title='EM ABRIL...ÁGUAS MIL'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_od94ieevh_Y/SFYIcm0ClfI/AAAAAAAACD8/0IQEl0eQUtA/s72-c/mulher%2B%C3%A0%2Bchuva.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-2618884117219167651</id><published>2009-04-05T19:22:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:24:38.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ_TC60GGOc/SK0My3b-WII/AAAAAAAAADs/fhgFm5JAYo4/s400/moranchoco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ_TC60GGOc/SK0My3b-WII/AAAAAAAAADs/fhgFm5JAYo4/s400/moranchoco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ora estás contente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora revoltas-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora gostas muito de doces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora preferes saladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora és desportista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora és sedentário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora és atrevida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora és tímida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora choras,&lt;br /&gt;ora ris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora estás determinada a seguir em frente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora hesitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora ouves jazz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora ouves rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora lutas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora desistes de tudo e todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora és crente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora em nada acreditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora apoias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora és apoiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora és corajosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora tens medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ora decepcionas-te,&lt;br /&gt;ora és feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para tudo, há uma quantidade certa... &lt;strong&gt;É assim o sabor da vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-2618884117219167651?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2618884117219167651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=2618884117219167651' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2618884117219167651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2618884117219167651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-about-me.html' title='sweet about me'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ_TC60GGOc/SK0My3b-WII/AAAAAAAAADs/fhgFm5JAYo4/s72-c/moranchoco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-4309191007865641678</id><published>2009-03-22T19:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:24:40.575Z</updated><title type='text'>Depois do choque...as saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPyKxJTeOqU/SMZ4Dr7aP_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/iiTH85HBSKc/s400/pensativo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPyKxJTeOqU/SMZ4Dr7aP_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/iiTH85HBSKc/s400/pensativo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;À medida que vou crescendo, vou-me apercebendo do quanto gostava que o tempo voltasse atrás...Porém, o futuro são o refexo dos nossos sonhos e o presente a força que depositamos para os conseguir alcançar. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amor, generosidade, desespero, amizade, tristeza, carinho, paixão, paciência, entrega e saudade! São tudo ingredientes que compõem a receita da vida. Nenhum é mais ou menos importante, são todos impescindíveis a um crescimento saudável, responsável e, sobretudo, feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Um dia alguém disse : "Isto também passará" e para trás ficarão sempre as boas recordações de tudo o que já vivi e conheci. São elas que, no fundo, me empurram e dão forças para continuar a lutar por aquilo em que acredito!&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/3228954683575680787-4309191007865641678?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/4309191007865641678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=4309191007865641678' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4309191007865641678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4309191007865641678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/03/depois-do-choqueas-saudades.html' title='Depois do choque...as saudades'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPyKxJTeOqU/SMZ4Dr7aP_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/iiTH85HBSKc/s72-c/pensativo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6899088892645310636</id><published>2009-03-02T00:55:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:58:37.335Z</updated><title type='text'>Renascer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poetasdotocantins.zip.net/images/viver.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://poetasdotocantins.zip.net/images/viver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Já lá vai algum tempo desde a publicação do último texto. Confesso que nestes últimos dias tenho aproveitado para descansar, reflectir, usufruir daquilo que mais me satisfaz e estar com aqueles que amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Esse tempo, que acaba agora, marca uma viragem significativa na minha vida. A partir de agora inicio uma nova fase. Vêm aí o trabalho, o peso da responsabilidade, o medo de errar,de não ser aceite... Porém, a oportunidade de aplicar tudo quanto aprendi ao longo de uma licenciatura, de entrar na realidade do mercado é, deveras, empolgante. Este é o momento...é o agora ou nunca. Se soubermos aproveitar uma excelente oportunidade, certamente iremos ser recompensados. Mais cedo ou mais tarde. Por tudo isto, por estar a abandonar a adolescência relaxada e com raras preocupações, decidi começar uma nova edição deste espaço. Um blog renovado e que vai ao encontro da juventude da idade adulta que, então, abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Para trás ficam as memórias dos bons e descontraídos tempos passados com os amigos, quer fosse num bar, numa discoteca, na praia ou na montanha, com a família e com o namorado. Ficam, também, para trás sonhos, paixões, aventuras para as quais não via haver tempo. Tudo muda, tudo se renova, mas aquilo que já vivi irá sempre acompanhar-me, vá para onde vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Estou bem, ansiosa, nervosa, expectante, um tanto ou quanto receosa também, mas, sobretudo, estou feliz. Entrei, vi, acreditei e consegui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Porque, independentemente de tudo, sonhar é viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&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/3228954683575680787-6899088892645310636?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6899088892645310636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6899088892645310636' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6899088892645310636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6899088892645310636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2009/03/renascer.html' title='Renascer'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-619855681767237209</id><published>2008-12-03T18:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:29:51.441Z</updated><title type='text'>Here i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://othonfelipe.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/voltei_arte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 493px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://othonfelipe.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/voltei_arte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Há quanto tempo... É verdade! Tenho andado desaparecida, mas a confusão e agitação que têm acompanhado estes dias não me tem permitido actualizar o blog. Confesso que a preguiça, por vezes, também ajudou um bocadinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Passou tanto tempo desde o meu último post que, agora, não sei por onde começar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talvez começe pela semana do caloiro. Este ano, como é habitual, a ESEC voltou a acolher os novos alunos numa semana repleta de actividades e convívio e, claro, muita praxe! Devo confesar que, este ano, fiquei bastante satisfeita com os caloiros de social! Até arrajei um afilhado e tudo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depois da louca semana do caloiro, seguiu-se a latada. Tudo tão igual, ma tudo tão diferente! O mesmo local, os mesmos concertos (ainda que nem todos), as mesmas tendas, o mesmo cortejo. Porém, os caloiros não eram os mesmos, asim como, os trajes que, alegremente, exibiam. Subitamente, envolvo-me num estranho sentimento de saudade e nostalgia. Apercebo-me que será a minha última latada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As aulas têm sido como sempre foram, ou seja, chatas. Umas mais que outras, obviamente. No entanto, também estas vão deixar saudades. Não tenho quaisquer dúvidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Este ano, por ser o último , fomos desde logo confrontados com a necessidade de aranjarmos estágio. Um estágio curricular, com duração mínima de 3 meses, a realizar durante o 2º semestre e essencial para finalizar a licenciatura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora posso já dormir descansada, pois consegui, juntamente com um grande amigo, ocupar a vaga para estágio na TVI, área de produção, claro! Assinamos hoje o contrato, aliás. Porém, há muitas pessoas da minha turma que ainda esperam, e desesperam, por uma resposta. A todos eles, espero, sinceramente, que consigam alcançar aquilo que ambicionam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Começo a estagiar dia 2 de Março e ao longo de 6 meses irei pertencer ao grande núcleo da TVI. Ansiosa, expectante, com alguma dose de medo, também! É o início de uma nova fase, uma etapa que, dia após dia, me vai pôr à prova. É o tudo por tudo, a oportunidade de mostrar aquilo de que sou capaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lisboa is gonna to be...perfect, muitas corridas matinais, fast food, claro, mas também "comidinha", muito bairro alto e, sobretudo, muitos passeios (se houver tempo para tal!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depois...só o futuro o dirá! Não sei como vai correr, não sei o que vou fazer depois do estágio (para além da defesa do relatório que é certa). Tudo o que sei é que estou prestes a terminar o curso e a entrar no mercado de trabalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao olhar para trás, penso como as coisas poderiam ter sido diferentes. Se me arrependo de alguma coisa? Dedinitivamente, não! É com os erros que aprendemos e com eles nos tornámos pessoas melhores. Muita coisa poderia ter sido diferente, de facto. Contudo, se pudesse voltar atrás, poucas coisas mudariam. Apenas uma coisa... pessoas que,à partida e sem as conhecer, excluí do meu círculo de amizades teriam sido, desde logo, incluídas, pois muitas delas revelaram-se, nesta recta final, pessoas impecáveis. Ao contrário de outras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por hoje é tudo. Voltaremos a ver-nos brevemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beijinhos para aqueles que me querem bem e para aqueles que se dão ao trabalho de me desejar mal!&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/3228954683575680787-619855681767237209?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/619855681767237209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=619855681767237209' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/619855681767237209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/619855681767237209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-i-am.html' title='Here i am'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6255737398914786085</id><published>2008-09-19T16:20:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:32:05.427Z</updated><title type='text'>VERDADE OU MENTIRA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://linafuko.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/escuridao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://linafuko.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/escuridao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um dia alguém disse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Você nunca deve deixar o inimigo à míngua, sem saída [...] porque ele pode-se transformar num herói!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É, DE FACTO, VERDADE!&lt;/strong&gt; Falo por experiência própria... há pessoas que conseguem manipular-nos e inverter papéis e situações de forma a saírem favorecidas. As pessoas que estão "de fora" não se apercebem e nem tentam compreender o que passa mas, para vosso bem, não se deixem iludir pelas aparências!&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/3228954683575680787-6255737398914786085?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6255737398914786085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6255737398914786085' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6255737398914786085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6255737398914786085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/09/verdade-ou-mentira.html' title='VERDADE OU MENTIRA?'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-5598692892643933671</id><published>2008-09-19T16:20:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:30:47.085Z</updated><title type='text'>Ready,set and go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cespe.unb.br/vestibular/anterior/guia/imagem/caneta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cespe.unb.br/vestibular/anterior/guia/imagem/caneta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando olho para trás penso como o tempo voa! É já na próxima segunda-feira...o novo ano lectivo está à porta! Não é fantástico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Desculpa? Estás bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sim, estou óptima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Pois eu,se pudesse, ficave eteramente de férias! Até aposto que estás toda empolgada porque não estás bem a ver o que nos espera...Pensa comigo, imagina! O despertador toca, são 7 horas da manhã, deixaste adormecer e quando acordas são 8. Preparas-te a correr, vais apanhar o autocarro para ires para o magnífico Polo 2. Já vais atrasada para a aula da Dina, e depois vais ter duas ou mais horas com o mhmhmh Gilinho. Ninguém merece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aí é que te enganas! Se tivesse aula com a Dina ás 8:30h não saía da cama! Fora de brincadeiras, não achas que vai ser bom matar saudades daqueles que deixamos para trás nas férias, das noitadas, dos jantares, da praxe mas,claro, sem esquecer as aulas e os trabalhos. É sempre bom abraçar novos projectos e desafios! Este ano é o último e,por isso, há que dar o "tudo por tudo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas até lá ,ainda posso aproveitar os últimos dias de férias! Vemo-nos na segunda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&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/3228954683575680787-5598692892643933671?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/5598692892643933671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=5598692892643933671' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5598692892643933671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5598692892643933671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/09/readyset-and-go.html' title='Ready,set and go!'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-2984236127674763955</id><published>2008-08-15T21:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:33:19.062Z</updated><title type='text'>PORQUÊ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ddan.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/desespero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ddan.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/desespero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://estudantedigital.esmoncao.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/chorar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responde-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que me fazem isto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olho para trás, vejo tudo por que já passei e penso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penso se serei a criatura mais cruel que alguma vez existiu....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penso se estrago tudo aquilo em que toco...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sou perfeita, tenho defeitos como todos vocês por isso não se calem... digam-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mereco isto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu grito mas ninguèm responde... o meu apelo é sufocado pela razão das almas que condenam e julgam sem olher, sem escutar, sem tentar compreender...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORQUÊ?&lt;/strong&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/3228954683575680787-2984236127674763955?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2984236127674763955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=2984236127674763955' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2984236127674763955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2984236127674763955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/08/porqu.html' title='PORQUÊ?'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-2953734278879252614</id><published>2008-07-04T15:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:33:58.698Z</updated><title type='text'>Até que enfim...FÉRIAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tdias.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/ferias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tdias.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/ferias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;É com grande alegria e satisfação que posso dizer "finalmente férias". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já há muito que o meu ser me pedia desesperadamente férias... Agora posso descansar dos trabalhos, das frequências, de Coimbra e de determinadas pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A partir de agora as preocupações são outras... carta de condução ("oh meu deus" - onde é que já ouvi isto?) e praia, muita praia. Ah, sem esquecer a melhor série de todos os tempos claro... 24!&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/3228954683575680787-2953734278879252614?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2953734278879252614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=2953734278879252614' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2953734278879252614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2953734278879252614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-que-enfimfrias.html' title='Até que enfim...FÉRIAS!'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-2838100147016152772</id><published>2008-06-18T18:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:24:23.869Z</updated><title type='text'>Eles andam aí!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SFlD2-L8vdI/AAAAAAAAABo/8E9syhaPl0o/s1600-h/rato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213272655343173074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SFlD2-L8vdI/AAAAAAAAABo/8E9syhaPl0o/s320/rato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d157/tonyvieira/povoaonline/rato.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Olha, enfim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isto está tudo contaminado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-2838100147016152772?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2838100147016152772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=2838100147016152772' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2838100147016152772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2838100147016152772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/06/eles-andam.html' title='Eles andam aí!'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SFlD2-L8vdI/AAAAAAAAABo/8E9syhaPl0o/s72-c/rato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-1055557283807714887</id><published>2008-06-16T23:36:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:35:41.592Z</updated><title type='text'>A mais pura das verdades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://files.nireblog.com/blogs/venoi/files/espelho-infiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://files.nireblog.com/blogs/venoi/files/espelho-infiel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém é perfeito,e eu estou longe de o ser, mas não sou a única. Há aqueles que estão mais próximos de atingir a perfeição do que outros e cada um é como é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não gostar de mim que se foda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peço desculpa pelo vocabulário, mas certos pensamentos irritam-me profundamente!&lt;/strong&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/3228954683575680787-1055557283807714887?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/1055557283807714887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=1055557283807714887' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/1055557283807714887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/1055557283807714887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/06/mais-pura-das-verdades.html' title='A mais pura das verdades'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-792320345348007587</id><published>2008-06-03T17:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:35:29.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shade.cc/bios/cover_eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shade.cc/bios/cover_eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As pessoas às vezes deviam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;deixar de se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;meter na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dos outros&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As pessoas não mudam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o que muda é a maneira com veêm as coisas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que ninguém me condene por ter aberto os olhos&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Estou bem assim =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;(desculpem as cores, ainda tenho de aprender a combiná-las)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&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/3228954683575680787-792320345348007587?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/792320345348007587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=792320345348007587' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/792320345348007587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/792320345348007587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/06/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-385186823653867617</id><published>2008-05-21T23:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:47:33.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquilo que desejamos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/Marota/sonhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/Marota/sonhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A vida é a pior das verdades! Imaginamo-la duma maneira, fazemos planos, mas para quê? No fim sai tudo ao contrário. E aí choramos, gritamos, ficamos desiludidos, revoltados, frustrados...Era tão mais simples e fácil se a vida fosse um conto de fadas...assim como nos filmes. Nada melhor como uma boa aventura, um boa momento de alegria e gargalhados ou um arrebatador romance. Mas se assim fosse, saberíamos realmente dar valor à vida? Provar o doce sabor da vitória após uma derrota, sentir orgulho na superação dos obstáculos. A vida é mesmo assim e por mais que tentemos mudar isso, nada conseguimos fazer. Mais feliz é aquele que aceita esta realidade do que aquele que vive frustrado por não a conseguir mudar.&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/3228954683575680787-385186823653867617?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/385186823653867617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=385186823653867617' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/385186823653867617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/385186823653867617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/05/aquilo-que-desejamos.html' title='Aquilo que desejamos'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6606151630326516796</id><published>2008-05-07T16:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:37:32.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Problema existencial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SCHMrmMWvJI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ko9z7acN5kE/s1600-h/emoticons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197660494321073298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SCHMrmMWvJI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ko9z7acN5kE/s400/emoticons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://bp0.blogger.com/_wD1VaLNnMcE/RhbCz2jtq3I/AAAAAAAAADk/CIi2xiUvTIs/s320/emoticons.bmp&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://someonehadto.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;h=170&amp;amp;w=220&amp;amp;sz=14&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=11&amp;amp;tbnid=nPqfiiqYCXYhnM:&amp;amp;tbnh=83&amp;amp;tbnw=107&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dproblema%2Bexistencial%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Há várias e tão diferentes umas das outras...! Há pessoas mais alegres, outras mais tristonhas, umas lutadoras, outras que se abatem com facilidade, umas teimosas (grrr), outras apáticas e chatas, há pessoas falsas e hipócritas, há pessoas sinceras e frontais! Há aquelas pessoas curiosas e há aquelas que descuidadas, distraídas e engraçadas. Há ainda as que têm a mania que sabem tudo, as carrancudas e as antipáticas... Porém, partilhamos e continuaremos a partilhar o mesmo espaço e temos de saber lidar com todo o tipo de pessoa! Os nossos defeitos devem ser suplantados pelas virtudes do outro! Viveríamos muito melhor e seríamos pessoas mais felizes se conseguissemos, harmoniosamente, entende e conviver com a personalidade dos outros! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, mas às vezes torna-se impossível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu sei...Façamos um esforço, então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vale a pena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Se não tentares nunca saberás!&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/3228954683575680787-6606151630326516796?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6606151630326516796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6606151630326516796' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6606151630326516796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6606151630326516796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/05/problema-existencial.html' title='Problema existencial'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SCHMrmMWvJI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ko9z7acN5kE/s72-c/emoticons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6876647032938903686</id><published>2008-04-21T22:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:39:40.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber voar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/300W/fs4.deviantart.com/i/2004/238/f/8/Bon_Voyage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/300W/fs4.deviantart.com/i/2004/238/f/8/Bon_Voyage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Gostava de ter asas e voar! Voar para bem longe... sentir o vento, poder ver cada cidade, cada país e apreciar as mais belas paisagens! Sentir o verdadeiro sabor da liberdade e não aquela que se escreve ou se lê nos manuais. Se conseguisse voar, levava-te comigo todas as noites e segredava-te bem baixinho ao ouvido &lt;strong&gt;SE ALGUMA VEZ DECIDIRES PARTIR, LEVA-ME CONTIGO, NÃO ME TIRES AS MINHAS ASAS...SEM TI JÁ NADA FAZ SENTIDO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-6876647032938903686?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6876647032938903686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6876647032938903686' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6876647032938903686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6876647032938903686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/04/saber-voar.html' title='Saber voar'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-5504480387226973208</id><published>2008-04-10T23:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:26:30.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vícios e tiques - Confissões na pastelaria dos Olivais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc109/projetosonho/mundo_verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc109/projetosonho/mundo_verde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Toda a gente tem vícios e se não os têm, pelo menos um tique têm de certeza. São tantos os vícios das gentes da nossa sociedade. Há, porém, vícios bons e saudáveis e outros menos saudáveis e menos bons. Ha aqueles que têm o vício de roer as unhas, aqueles que têm o vício de fazer exercício físico, aqueles que têm o vício de fumar, de mentir e o vício de comer hum... tão bom este vício! Há o vício de tomar café, o vício de ler um pouco antes de adormecer, o vício de jogar computador ou mesmo o vício de esfregar as mãos. São de facto imensos e alguns bem estranhos e até mesmo bizarros! O vício de estalar os dedos, o vícios das compras, o vício de dançar, o vício de ouvir música, o vício do cinema e da coca cola. Quanto aos tiques, esses também dão que falar. De momento não me lembro de nenhum tique meu, mas devo ter algum, sim... tenho o tique de balançar a perna quando cruzo as pernas! No mínimo estranho, mas é verdade. Há quem tenha o tique de enrolar o cabelo, de coçar o nariz, de puxar as calças, de piscar os olhos, entre muitos outros. A verdade é que os vícios e tiques são um bocadinho de cada um de nós e sem eles perdemos aspectos que nos caracterizam e, em alguns casos, embelezam aos olhos dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/3228954683575680787-5504480387226973208?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/5504480387226973208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=5504480387226973208' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5504480387226973208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5504480387226973208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/04/vcios-e-tiques.html' title='Vícios e tiques - Confissões na pastelaria dos Olivais'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6655516844552077437</id><published>2008-04-09T21:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:25:48.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo para reflectir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/R_0krWC-adI/AAAAAAAAABY/60GfPY95fgE/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187342672871713234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/R_0krWC-adI/AAAAAAAAABY/60GfPY95fgE/s400/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://bp1.blogger.com/_kSHg9sJPVL8/RdGcDFJaohI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0rCMXyx8VEA/s320/rosa.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://euclaudio.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html&amp;amp;h=240&amp;amp;w=320&amp;amp;sz=15&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=OW-DbS4MpRMwHM:&amp;amp;tbnh=89&amp;amp;tbnw=118&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Drosas%2Bpretas%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26rlz%3D1G1GGLQ_PT-PTPT268"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;for that second chance&lt;br /&gt;for a break that would make it okay&lt;br /&gt;there's always one reason&lt;br /&gt;to feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;and it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;memory seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;and weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;from this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;there's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;and the storm keeps on twisting&lt;br /&gt;you keep on building the lie&lt;br /&gt;that you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;it don't make no difference&lt;br /&gt;escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh&lt;br /&gt;this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;from this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Decidi, desta vez, escrever uma das minhas músicas favoritas porque, neste momento, é aquilo que melhor me identifica e porque é tempo para reflectir sobre tudo o que sou e vivi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228954683575680787-6655516844552077437?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6655516844552077437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6655516844552077437' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6655516844552077437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6655516844552077437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/04/tempo-para-reflectir.html' title='Tempo para reflectir'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/R_0krWC-adI/AAAAAAAAABY/60GfPY95fgE/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-5910408094066180124</id><published>2008-03-25T23:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:51:45.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Mania das grandezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://abbapai.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/nas-maos-do-senhor-copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://abbapai.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/nas-maos-do-senhor-copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;O mundo é, definitivamente, dos grandes. Porém, e se o mundo pertence aos grandes, tende também a pertencer áqueles que têm a mania que são grandes. Estem vivem numa esfera onde o respeito, a simplicidade, a generosidade e humildade dão lugar á ambição, ao egoísmo e à presunção. Porque é que as pessoas têm aquela necessidade de se fazerem notar, de querem ser o centro das atenções, o melhor em tudo, esquecendo os melhores valores e principios. É algo que me revolta e entristece. Todos somos diferentes, temos feitios e personalidades diferentes mas procuremos não impor os nossos sentimentos, opiniões ou maneiras de ser e agir. Aquilo que os outros fazem e são é tão importante como tudo aquilo que faço ou sou mas, infelizmente, a verdade é que todo o ser humano tem a mania incontrolável de complicar as coisas, insistindo em não revelar aos outros o lado bom que, acredito, todos temos. Compreende-se ...é que mais vale ser "mau", mas alcançar objectivos, do que bom e permanecer a milhas da meta. O facto é que ser o "bom da fita" é difícil,mas também ninguém disse que era fácil certo? &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/3228954683575680787-5910408094066180124?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/5910408094066180124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=5910408094066180124' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5910408094066180124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/5910408094066180124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/03/mania-das-grandezas.html' title='Mania das grandezas'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6676007978332897276</id><published>2008-03-22T12:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:55:24.404Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bloguete.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bloguete.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Há vinte anos atrás nascia aquela que se havia de tornar a minha melhor amiga! Não imaginava que tal fosse acontecer mas, as coisas mudam, as amizades mudam...umas persistem no tempo, outras caem por terra; tão frágeis...parecem castelos de areia! Passamos bons e maus momentos juntas...lembras-te? As tardes de quarta- feira passadas a ouvir musica no pc ou a ver filmes na sala...as longas conversas sobre rapazes =) ou ainda as "tardadas" na biblioteca, onde o estudo dava lugar, muitas vezes, à "risota" e à brincadeira! Hoje é o teu dia e oxalá o tempo voltasse atrás para voltar a viver tudo outra vez. Não quero cair no clichê "espero que esta data se repita e blá blá blá..."; o que quero mesmo que saibas é que gosto muito de ti e só te desejo o melhor, pois é aquilo que alguém como tu merece! Tu sabes bem disso... não precisas dos meus elogios,( já deves estra farta de os ouvir) para saberes que és um ser maravilhoso e único! Obrigada por estares sempre ao meu lado por seres assim como és! Beijo para ti amiga&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/3228954683575680787-6676007978332897276?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6676007978332897276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6676007978332897276' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6676007978332897276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6676007978332897276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/03/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-2697962366126901073</id><published>2008-03-22T12:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:32:31.959Z</updated><title type='text'>A Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://poderosodeus.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/112530_ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://poderosodeus.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/112530_ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventosfinais.tripod.com/JesusPaixaoGibson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O homem que disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ditosos os pobres"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;É réu de morte crucificai-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ditosos aqueles que perdoam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;É réu de morte crucificai-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Feliz o que luta pela justiça"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;É réu de morte crucificai-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Amai-vos sempre uns aos outros"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;É réu de morte crucificai-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas esse homem, desde a cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a todos julgará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas esse homem, é o nosso Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e a todos salvará!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Saudades... &lt;a href="http://marcha.maristascompostela.org/"&gt;http://marcha.maristascompostela.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-2697962366126901073?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/2697962366126901073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=2697962366126901073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2697962366126901073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/2697962366126901073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/03/ti.html' title='A Ti'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-4426044861551043554</id><published>2008-03-12T19:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:28:03.178Z</updated><title type='text'>A melhor das melhores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/R-UWA0GXpuI/AAAAAAAAABM/evVaK4BJQeU/s1600-h/24-jack-bauer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180571149600794338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/R-UWA0GXpuI/AAAAAAAAABM/evVaK4BJQeU/s400/24-jack-bauer.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://f.i.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/images/0636018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Elas são muitas e abordam os mais variados temas. Tornaram-se numa verdadeira moda e vício do novo século. As séries internacionais, desde D.House, Lost, Prison Break, Betty Feia, The O.C., Heroes a Anatomia de Grey, Donas de Casa Desesperadas e 24, entre muitas outras. São de facto uma nova e criativa forma de consumirmos contéudo televisivo que, considero, de qualidade. As minhas preferidas são, sem dúvida, D.House, Anatomia de Grey, Donas de Casa Desesperadas e 24. Então 24...é qualquer coisa de espectacular e ,sobretudo, viciante. As histórias em si, o desempenho dos actores, o suspense, a condensação do tempo, os pormenores de realização estão muitíssimo bem conseguidos. Entretanto, ficarei a aguardar expectante o lançamento do filme "24", previsto para setembro deste ano e, até lá, vou continuar a consumir, desenfreadamente, a minha "droga" diária, sem a qual a vida se torna desinteressante e aborrecida.&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/3228954683575680787-4426044861551043554?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/4426044861551043554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=4426044861551043554' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4426044861551043554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/4426044861551043554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/03/melhor-das-melhores.html' title='A melhor das melhores'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/R-UWA0GXpuI/AAAAAAAAABM/evVaK4BJQeU/s72-c/24-jack-bauer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-6573283891007260804</id><published>2008-03-05T15:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:27:02.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pedacodoceu.com.br/ninoshand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pedacodoceu.com.br/ninoshand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Gosto de ti porque me fazes rir, gosto de ti com toda a verdade e inocência duma criança. Gosto de ti porque me levas onde eu jamais sonhei ir, porque tens sempre uma palavra amiga e confortante para me dizer! Gosto de ti assim...como és. Nada acrescento e nada retiro. Gosto de ti. Porquê!? Porque sim...porque não conhecendo ódio ou qualquer outro sentimento desagradável por ti, não me resta senão amar-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228954683575680787-6573283891007260804?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/6573283891007260804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=6573283891007260804' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6573283891007260804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/6573283891007260804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/03/gosto-de-ti.html' title='Gosto de ti'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228954683575680787.post-8560188963117295074</id><published>2008-03-03T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:32:29.699Z</updated><title type='text'>O poder da amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/R8x8VM4JfxI/AAAAAAAAABE/dCAAH0JBuG4/s1600-h/cao%2520e%2520gato%2520fofos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173646775617683218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/R8x8VM4JfxI/AAAAAAAAABE/dCAAH0JBuG4/s320/cao%2520e%2520gato%2520fofos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;Nem sei por onde começar...há tanto sobre o qual quero e posso escrever que o mais difícil é escolher o caminho a seguir. Talvez começe por dedicar este primeiro texto àqueles que me incentivaram a criar o blog. Parece-me justo. O mundo em que vivemos é deveras surpreendente, tal como toda a nossa existência. Entre todos os sentimentos que conhecemos, existe um que tem um poder e uma força incríveis:a amizade! Todos sabemos o que é, todos já ouvimos falar dela mas será que alguma vez a sentimos verdadeiramente? Eu digo que sim, uns dirão que não, mas muitos irão manter a crença num sentimento nunca revelado. Há pessoas que dizem não precisar de amigos para viver! Só podem estar a gozar. Todos precisamos de alguém que esteja sempre ao nosso lado nos momentos de maior euforia, naqueles momentos em que não apetece falar com ninguém, apenas sentir a presença de alguém que não te julgue, que te compreenda e que te mostre a melhor maneira de agir ou de lidar com determinada situação. O amigo é sempre aquele que acredita em ti, que está atento às tuas necessidades e preocupações, aquele que está contigo para te levantar e não para te desvalorizar e deitar por terra. Será assim tão impossível, tão utópico fazer um verdadeiro amigo?&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/3228954683575680787-8560188963117295074?l=vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/feeds/8560188963117295074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228954683575680787&amp;postID=8560188963117295074' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/8560188963117295074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228954683575680787/posts/default/8560188963117295074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisquerersaber.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-poder-da-amizade.html' title='O poder da amizade'/><author><name>mini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681764542635448965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Riv0BVed88/SnBkrXlCSkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jbhRfaDxqPM/S220/4426_1095189433750_1647010964_213154_3026401_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Riv0BVed88/R8x8VM4JfxI/AAAAAAAAABE/dCAAH0JBuG4/s72-c/cao%2520e%2520gato%2520fofos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
