<?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-2307109254640177227</id><updated>2011-07-31T08:28:32.805+01:00</updated><category term='Sondagens'/><category term='poemas'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='Desafios'/><category term='lugares'/><category term='comemorações'/><category term='Piadas'/><category term='apelo'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='leituras'/><category term='esclarecimentos'/><category term='espectáculos'/><category term='recordações'/><category term='LEtras'/><category term='Músicas'/><category term='boas vindas'/><title type='text'>Momentos</title><subtitle type='html'>Escrever é sentir... Sentir cada palavra... Palavra que nos foge... Foge da vista... Foge do coração... Procura a razão... Qual razão?... Nem tudo tem razão... Nem precisa ter... Ter-te a ti basta... Basta para viver... Viver com sentido... Sentido e valor... Valor do sentimento... Tudo roda e volta aqui... Ao sentir o momento... Ao sentir a vida... Ao sentir o coração... Ao sentir-te a ti!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-4545308240034308638</id><published>2009-06-30T13:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:46:02.594+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espectáculos'/><title type='text'>Eu fuiiiiiiii :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ver o Paulo Gonzo.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwt2uKW1HI4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwt2uKW1HI4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... e ADOREIIII!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento alto: Dei-te quase tudo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-4545308240034308638?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/4545308240034308638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-fuiiiiiiii-p.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4545308240034308638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4545308240034308638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-fuiiiiiiii-p.html' title='Eu fuiiiiiiii :p'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-8820581172675737041</id><published>2009-06-30T11:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:44:40.390+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>Um Desafio........... às Cores lol :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Skni0H8QV9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/HSTKbcMETNE/s1600-h/UTILID~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353059017219397586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Skni0H8QV9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/HSTKbcMETNE/s320/UTILID~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Skni0AeVfeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2W0rTYWB7Uo/s1600-h/seublogumsonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353059015214857698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Skni0AeVfeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2W0rTYWB7Uo/s320/seublogumsonho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ora ai está :-) a minha querida e companheira de idas atrás da igreja com mini saia (loooooool esta é só para nós) desafiou-me e ofereceu estes dois selinhos "mai lindos" lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quem foi ela ? Quem foi? Pois é... foi a Cor :-) uma verdadeira cor pela sua força e forma de encarar a vida!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Identificada a mensageira dos selinhos eis que surge o take 2 do desafio, indicar 7 conselhos de beleza, pois cá vão eles:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* muita saúde&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* muita felicidade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* muito amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* muita diversão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* muito sexo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* muita paz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* muita sabedoria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pois é meus amigos, não são conselhos de beleza literalmente, no verdadeiro sentido da palavra beleza mas........ são conselhos fundamentais para ser uma pessoa bela em todas as vertentes da vida!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nenhuma maquilhagem, dieta, esfoliação, drenagem, operação, botox e afins serão suficientes se tudo isto n estiver consolidado e presente na nossa vida ;)... é a minha opinião, vale o que vale!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bem... e realizado que está o 2º eis que surge o take 3, oferecer estes maravilhosos selinhos a outras 7 maravilhosas "bloguistas",... bem... 7 é muito e uma vez que 1 delas já me desafiou a mim e se eu a voltasse a desafiar no minimo ela iria ai sim rogar-me uma praga, ficamos por 2 lol, elas têm muita paciência para isto!! :-) e são umas queridas :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pequenomundodeletras.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pequenomundodeletras.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://godmakemegoodbutnotyet.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://godmakemegoodbutnotyet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-8820581172675737041?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/8820581172675737041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-desafio-as-cores-lol.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8820581172675737041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8820581172675737041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-desafio-as-cores-lol.html' title='Um Desafio........... às Cores lol :-)'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Skni0H8QV9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/HSTKbcMETNE/s72-c/UTILID~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-7141667289704771744</id><published>2009-06-26T09:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:49:23.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Nasceste antes de 1986?? Parabéns :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SkSLeAIZfvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TzajGenhBaI/s1600-h/sercrianca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351555604770553586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SkSLeAIZfvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TzajGenhBaI/s320/sercrianca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De acordo com os reguladores e burocratas de hoje, todos nós que nascemos nos anos 60, 70 e princípios de 80, não devíamos ter sobrevivido até hoje, porque as nossas caminhas de bebé eram pintadas com cores bonitas, em tinta à base de chumbo que nós muitas vezes lambíamos e mordíamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tínhamos frascos de medicamentos com tampas 'à prova de crianças', ou fechos nos armários e podíamos brincar com as panelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando andávamos de bicicleta, não usávamos capacetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando éramos pequenos viajávamos em carros sem cintos e airbags, viajar à frente era um bónus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebíamos água da mangueira do jardim e não da garrafa e sabia bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comíamos batatas fritas, pão com manteiga e bebíamos gasosa com açúcar, mas nunca engordávamos porque estávamos sempre a brincar lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partilhávamos garrafas e copos com os amigos e nunca morremos disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passávamos horas a fazer carrinhos de rolamentos e depois andávamos a grande velocidade pelo monte abaixo, para só depois nos lembrarmos que esquecemos de montar uns travões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de acabarmos num silvado aprendíamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saíamos de casa de manhã e brincávamos o dia todo, desde que estivéssemos em casa antes de escurecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos incontactáveis e ninguém se importava com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tínhamos Play Station, X Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de 40 canais de televisão, filmes de vídeo, home cinema, telemóveis, computadores, DVD, Chat na Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos amigos - se os quiséssemos encontrar íamos à rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogávamos ao elástico e à barra e a bola até doía!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caíamos das árvores, cortávamo-nos, e até partíamos ossos mas sempre sem processos em tribunal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia lutas com punhos mas sem sermos processados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batíamos ás portas de vizinhos e fugíamos e tínhamos mesmo medo de sermos apanhados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Íamos a pé para casa dos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditem ou não íamos a pé para a escola;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esperávamos que a mamã ou o papá nos levassem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criávamos jogos com paus e bolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se infringíssemos a lei era impensável os nossos pais nos safarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles estavam do lado da lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta geração produziu os melhores inventores e desenrascados de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os últimos 50 anos têm sido uma explosão de inovação e ideias novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos liberdade, fracasso, sucesso e responsabilidade e aprendemos a lidar com tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;És um deles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns!&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/2307109254640177227-7141667289704771744?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/7141667289704771744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/nasceste-antes-de-1986-parabens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7141667289704771744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7141667289704771744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/nasceste-antes-de-1986-parabens.html' title='Nasceste antes de 1986?? Parabéns :)'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SkSLeAIZfvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TzajGenhBaI/s72-c/sercrianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-936323178148774621</id><published>2009-06-25T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:19:29.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>A língua portuguesa é muito traiçoeira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOTOCÓPIAS&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Numa empresa portuguesa, por causa das fotocópias, foi emitida a seguinte circular:   &lt;br /&gt;Caros Colegas:&lt;br /&gt;   Pede-se encarecidamente ao pessoal da Empresa, que no momento de solicitarem fotocópias ao colega da REPROGRAFIA, o Sr. João, o façam de uma forma clara e objectiva, completando as frases que escreverem.    Acontece que os "post it" adjuntos aos documentos por fotocopiar, e os pedidos escritos, têm causado problemas ao nosso colega de trabalho que nos faz o favor de tirar as cópias, chegando ao extremo de criar problemas conjugais.    Como exemplo, citamos algumas notas de "post it" encontradas nos Bolsos do nosso colega pela sua esposa.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- João!... faz-me como o fizeste da outra vez!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- João!... dá-me duas, rapidinho!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- João!... pelos dois lados... e presta atenção que por trás tem que ficar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- Por favor, João!... primeiro a mim, que estou aflita.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- Quando tirares, faz com que se veja o melhor possível.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- Pode ser sem pressa, mas que fique bem feito!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- João!... urgente! Podes meter-me no meio sem que ninguém perceba e fazer rapidinho?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- João! ...   Pode ser pela frente e por trás. Se não conseguires, dá-me duas separadas.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- Então, João, quando é que me fazes o trabalhinho? Estou a ficar aflita.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percebem agora a GRAVE situação que se encontra o nosso colega??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-936323178148774621?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/936323178148774621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/lingua-portuguesa-e-muito-traicoeira.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/936323178148774621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/936323178148774621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/lingua-portuguesa-e-muito-traicoeira.html' title='A língua portuguesa é muito traiçoeira...'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-1865118403233385675</id><published>2009-06-19T09:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:27:22.782+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Levo-vos no meu coração!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SjtLkh3PjoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZHV6uyezRxc/s1600-h/VIVER_~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348952073370046082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SjtLkh3PjoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZHV6uyezRxc/s320/VIVER_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mais um ano!&lt;br /&gt;Mais um grupo!&lt;br /&gt;Mais um conjunto de novos , bons, grandes e verdadeiros amigos!&lt;br /&gt;Mais umas lágrimas!&lt;br /&gt;Mais umas tristezas, após imensas alegrias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, mais uns dias de nostalgia, recordação, reflexão.... Mas acima de tudo mais um dia em que a certeza de que faço aquilo que gosto se confirma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 crianças de quem me despeço hoje fizeram com que hoje, passados estes nove meses me sinta uma pessoa melhor. E estes sentimentos meus amigos, estes sentimentos são aquilo que de melhor se leva desta profissão! São os alunos que nos valorizam, são os alunos que verdadeiramente nos apoiam e dão força!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi talvez dos piores anos dos ultimos tempo derivado a uma série de contratempos e acreditem foi nos momentos mais dificeis que eles estiveram sempre lá. Procuraram o meu sorriso mais escondido, procuraram a minha força que teimava não aparecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada meus amores, do fundo do coração por tudo o que fizeram por mim!! Desejo-vos toda a sorte do mundo e que acima de tudo sejam sempre muito felizes :-)... Viver não é fácil mas o vosso sorriso e o vosso acreditar vai levar-vos longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levo-vos no meu coração, numa caixinha bem guardada e fechada para que hoje, amanhã e sempre seja uma parte do que de melhor há em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-1865118403233385675?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/1865118403233385675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/levo-vos-no-meu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/1865118403233385675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/1865118403233385675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/levo-vos-no-meu-coracao.html' title='Levo-vos no meu coração!'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SjtLkh3PjoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZHV6uyezRxc/s72-c/VIVER_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-2190611619962448635</id><published>2009-06-12T15:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:04:46.482+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SjJgS5D-ZJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/c6tMT1f43ZY/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346441585313604754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SjJgS5D-ZJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/c6tMT1f43ZY/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vale a pena quebrar a pausa por uma verdade tão verdadeira :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(é no que dá andar a ler o blog da Bazinha :p)&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/2307109254640177227-2190611619962448635?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/2190611619962448635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/vale-pena-quebrar-pausa-por-uma-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2190611619962448635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2190611619962448635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/06/vale-pena-quebrar-pausa-por-uma-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SjJgS5D-ZJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/c6tMT1f43ZY/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-6395994874835817048</id><published>2009-06-10T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:22:14.217+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Vou fazer uma pausa........... 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term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Não é fácil ser do Benfica e receber e-mails destes!!! ....... lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgMRP2gXnuI/AAAAAAAAALE/jjAXmw-cnkc/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333125347763789538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgMRP2gXnuI/AAAAAAAAALE/jjAXmw-cnkc/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-6181509134915005374?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/6181509134915005374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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um verbo.&lt;br /&gt;- Bicicreta.&lt;br /&gt;- Não é bicicreta, seu matumbo. É bicicleta! E bicicleta não é verbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois, perguntou ao segundo aluno:&lt;br /&gt;- Marcolino, diga aí um verbo.&lt;br /&gt;- Prástico.&lt;br /&gt;- Não é prástico seu tanso. É plástico! E plástico não é verbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professora, desesperada, perguntou ao terceiro aluno.&lt;br /&gt;- Bastião, diga aí um verbo.&lt;br /&gt;- Hospedar.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem! Agora diga uma frase com o verbo que você escolheu.&lt;br /&gt;- Hospedar da bicicreta são de prástico!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-3951487388062725331?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/3951487388062725331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/escola-angolana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3951487388062725331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3951487388062725331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/escola-angolana.html' title='Escola Angolana'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgMPAquxQnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uA1V7lxkioY/s72-c/escolas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-1986392088933430984</id><published>2009-05-07T00:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:34:33.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><title type='text'>Uma canção de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgIebpeg7VI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1QyJNUiNvhc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332858369099230546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgIebpeg7VI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1QyJNUiNvhc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mais linda canção, é aquela que o amor canta em nosso coração...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz sentir que teremos muitos momentos felizes&lt;br /&gt;Que este amor viveremos... E é isso o que queremos...&lt;br /&gt;O resto, depois veremos...&lt;br /&gt;O amor assim vivido, é o melhor que se pode viver...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sentindo o carinho,&lt;br /&gt;e esse é o exacto caminho para a total felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas esperando o que está por vir em nosso porvir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marcial Salaverry&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/2307109254640177227-1986392088933430984?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/1986392088933430984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-cancao-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/1986392088933430984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/1986392088933430984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-cancao-de-amor.html' title='Uma canção de Amor'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgIebpeg7VI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1QyJNUiNvhc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-3830241157081104485</id><published>2009-05-07T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:25:22.152+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Ana Moura- Os Búzios</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zreA3NgiPYE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zreA3NgiPYE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-3830241157081104485?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/3830241157081104485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/ana-moura-os-buzios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3830241157081104485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3830241157081104485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/ana-moura-os-buzios.html' title='Ana Moura- Os Búzios'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-8537241945714340909</id><published>2009-05-07T00:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:24:16.659+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEtras'/><title type='text'>Búzios - Ana Moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgIcEfM8GOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1YYH-VZ0ySg/s1600-h/buzios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332855772180912354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgIcEfM8GOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1YYH-VZ0ySg/s320/buzios.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Havia a solidão da prece no olhar triste&lt;br /&gt;Como se os seus olhos fossem as portas do pranto&lt;br /&gt;Sinal da cruz que persiste, os dedos contra o quebranto&lt;br /&gt;E os búzios que a velha lançava sobre um velho manto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À espreita está um grande amor mas guarda segredo&lt;br /&gt;Vazio tens o teu coração na ponta do medo&lt;br /&gt;Vê como os búzios caíram virados p'ra norte&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu vou mexer o destino, vou mudar-te a sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um desespero intenso na sua voz&lt;br /&gt;O quarto cheirava a incenso, mais uns quantos pós&lt;br /&gt;A velha agitava o lenço, dobrou-o, deu-lhe 2 nós&lt;br /&gt;E o seu padre santo falou usando-lhe a voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À espreita está um grande amor mas guarda segredo&lt;br /&gt;Vazio tens o teu coração na ponta do medo&lt;br /&gt;Vê como os búzios caíram virados p'ra norte&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu vou mexer o destino, vou mudar-te a sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À espreita está um grande amor mas guarda segredo&lt;br /&gt;Vazio tens o teu coração na ponta do medo&lt;br /&gt;Vê como os búzios caíram virados p'ra norte&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu vou mexer o destino, vou mudar-te a sorte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jorge Fernando&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/2307109254640177227-8537241945714340909?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/8537241945714340909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/buzios-ana-moura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8537241945714340909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8537241945714340909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/buzios-ana-moura.html' title='Búzios - 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Um dia bom! Um dia feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Eis os resultados:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso - 10 votos&lt;br /&gt;um elogio - 4 votos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um dia em família - 4 votos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um beijo - 3 votos&lt;br /&gt;uma recompensa - 1 voto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ir às compras - 1 voto&lt;br /&gt;um dia de folga - 0 votos&lt;br /&gt;encontrar dinheiro - 0 votos&lt;br /&gt;um jantar/um almoço de amigos - 0 votos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O grande vencedor e destado mesmo dos outros foi o SORRISO e é sem dúvida das pequenas grandes coisas que podemos fazer e dar a alguém o melhor desse dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não custa nada! Não se podem desculpar com a crise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não doi nada! Não podem dizer que depois tem consequências!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não precisamos falar! Não serve de desculpa não falar a desconhecidos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tão fácil sorrir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-6231547784987726876?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/6231547784987726876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-te-faz-ganhar-o-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6231547784987726876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/9141137272441447787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/juntos-pela-teresa-ler-nao-custa-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/9141137272441447787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/9141137272441447787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/juntos-pela-teresa-ler-nao-custa-nada.html' title='Juntos Pela Teresa - Ler Não Custa Nada'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-7144940164293117668</id><published>2009-05-05T19:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:30:00.120+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEtras'/><title type='text'>Cássia Eller – Palavras ao Vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgCHbAMCWVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8pmVw58ahZ8/s1600-h/palavras_ao_vento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332410856783370578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgCHbAMCWVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8pmVw58ahZ8/s320/palavras_ao_vento.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ando por aí querendo te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina paro em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a tristeza e trago a esperança em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso amor pra sempre viva&lt;br /&gt;Minha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder jurar que essa paixão jamais será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras apenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando por aí querendo te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina paro em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a tristeza e trago a esperança em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso amor pra sempre viva&lt;br /&gt;Minha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder jurar que essa paixão jamais será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras apenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, palavras&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, palavras&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cássia Eller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-2372601474706253655</id><published>2009-05-05T19:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:32:45.973+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgCGOrl79CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ce09TrGae1o/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332409545584800802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgCGOrl79CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ce09TrGae1o/s320/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Podemos dizê-las sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Até dizê-las para magoar&lt;br /&gt;Lbertá-las num impasse&lt;br /&gt;Atirá-las com rancor&lt;br /&gt;Vê-las magoar quem não queriamos&lt;br /&gt;Relê-las e modificá-las&lt;br /&gt;Abraçá-las num momento&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente por senti-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-2372601474706253655?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/2372601474706253655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2372601474706253655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Parabéns AVÓ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgBAt3aEAFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CPXRR-oQRQM/s1600-h/x1pc_jqddVOWRnC_Nt9JTCUCfG3JzeleFmZTFxuMCHC88dCbT9eXCxNAzCV03RsYbf4LwISWk4wTU5IGV8iIn035_9EkmBePidZC5JN-deWbl7pJoPGwPn_hGhdokdRq3ntYzo-Z0IAnik.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332333115518222418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgBAt3aEAFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CPXRR-oQRQM/s320/x1pc_jqddVOWRnC_Nt9JTCUCfG3JzeleFmZTFxuMCHC88dCbT9eXCxNAzCV03RsYbf4LwISWk4wTU5IGV8iIn035_9EkmBePidZC5JN-deWbl7pJoPGwPn_hGhdokdRq3ntYzo-Z0IAnik.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje a minha avó faz anitos :) e aqui fica o meu miminho para ela acompanhado de um enorme BEIJO e um ABRAÇO muito apertado!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARABÉNS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-8700989411575744959?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/8700989411575744959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/parabens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8700989411575744959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8700989411575744959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/parabens.html' title='Parabéns AVÓ'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SgBAt3aEAFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CPXRR-oQRQM/s72-c/x1pc_jqddVOWRnC_Nt9JTCUCfG3JzeleFmZTFxuMCHC88dCbT9eXCxNAzCV03RsYbf4LwISWk4wTU5IGV8iIn035_9EkmBePidZC5JN-deWbl7pJoPGwPn_hGhdokdRq3ntYzo-Z0IAnik.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-1156118795730325179</id><published>2009-05-05T12:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:28:56.457+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Viky - Um presente especial!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfiLB8XtI9I&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x54abd6" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta música é dedicada a uma pessoa muito especial! A um verdadeiro ombro amigo! A uma pessoa que está sempre lá, quando preciso e quando não preciso!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A uma amiga verdadeira que a vida me tem mostrado ser das coisas mais valiosas que tenho! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Obrigada por tudo e por nada! Adoro-te!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-1156118795730325179?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/1156118795730325179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/viky-um-presente-especial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/1156118795730325179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/1156118795730325179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/viky-um-presente-especial.html' title='Viky - Um presente especial!!!'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-2208129135758466434</id><published>2009-05-05T09:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:01:58.659+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEtras'/><title type='text'>André Sardet - Adivinha o quanto gosto de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf__pBou0jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vDXoUzPLqYk/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332261564108952114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf__pBou0jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vDXoUzPLqYk/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já pensei dar-te uma flor, com um bilhete, mas nem sei o que escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto as pernas a tremer, quando sorris p'ra mim, quando deixo de te ver.&lt;br /&gt;Vem jogar comigo um jogo, eu por ti e tu por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos e adivinha, quanto é que eu gosto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti, desde aqui até à lua.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti, desde a Lua até aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti, simplesmente porque gosto.&lt;br /&gt;E é tão bom viver assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando a ver se me decido, como te vou dizer, como hei-de te contar.&lt;br /&gt;Até já fiz um avião, com um papel azul, mas voou da minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;Vem jogar comigo um jogo, eu por ti e tu por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos e adivinha, quanto é que eu gosto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti, desde aqui até à lua.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti, desde a Lua até aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti, simplesmente porque gosto.&lt;br /&gt;E é tão bom viver assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes eu parei à tua porta.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes nem olhaste para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes eu pedi que adivinhasses.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto é que eu gosto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de ti, desde aqui até à lua.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti, desde a Lua até aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti, simplesmente porque gosto.&lt;br /&gt;E é tão bom viver assim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;André Sardet&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/2307109254640177227-2208129135758466434?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/2208129135758466434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/andre-sardet-adivinha-o-quanto-gosto-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2208129135758466434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2208129135758466434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/andre-sardet-adivinha-o-quanto-gosto-de.html' title='André Sardet - 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Encosta-te a Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf9noSh17LI/AAAAAAAAAJU/upthv1IyRqE/s1600-h/2222044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332094425696169138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf9noSh17LI/AAAAAAAAAJU/upthv1IyRqE/s320/2222044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;nós já vivemos cem mil anos.&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;talvez eu esteja a exagerar.&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;dá cabo dos teus desenganos&lt;br /&gt;não queiras ver quem eu não sou,&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegada da guerra,&lt;br /&gt;fiz tudo p´ra sobreviver, em nome da terra,&lt;br /&gt;no fundo p´ra te merecer&lt;br /&gt;recebe-me bem,&lt;br /&gt;não desencantes os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;faz de mim o teu herói,&lt;br /&gt;não quero adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu vi,&lt;br /&gt;estou a partilhar contigo&lt;br /&gt;o que não vivi, hei-de inventar contigo&lt;br /&gt;sei que não sei&lt;br /&gt;às vezes entender o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;mas quero-te bem,&lt;br /&gt;encosta-te a mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;desatinamos tantas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Vizinha de mim,&lt;br /&gt;deixa ser meu o teu quintal,&lt;br /&gt;recebe esta pomba que não está armadilhada&lt;br /&gt;foi comprada, foi roubada, seja como foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu venho do nada&lt;br /&gt;porque arrasei o que não quis&lt;br /&gt;em nome da estrada, onde só quero ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Enrosca-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;vai desarmar a flor queimada,&lt;br /&gt;vai beijar o homem-bomba, quero adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu vi,&lt;br /&gt;estou a partilhar contigo, e o que não vivi,&lt;br /&gt;um dia hei-de inventar contigo&lt;br /&gt;sei que não sei, às vezes entender o teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;mas quero-te bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te bem.&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jorge Palma&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/2307109254640177227-7744638944283244058?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/7744638944283244058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/jorge-palma-encosta-te-mim_04.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7744638944283244058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7744638944283244058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/jorge-palma-encosta-te-mim_04.html' title='Jorge Palma - 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Encosta-te a Mim'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-7923833862735949122</id><published>2009-05-04T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:53:13.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf9Hi-HotbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZSBdx--9Nns/s1600-h/DSC08462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332059149946107314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf9Hi-HotbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZSBdx--9Nns/s320/DSC08462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-7923833862735949122?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/7923833862735949122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7923833862735949122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7923833862735949122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf9Hi-HotbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZSBdx--9Nns/s72-c/DSC08462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-6960545182743829796</id><published>2009-05-04T20:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:15:26.264+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Para Ti Maria - Mafalda Arnauth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/43Mh60NW94g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/43Mh60NW94g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha homenagem a todas as MÃES!! * &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-6960545182743829796?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/6960545182743829796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-ti-maria-mafalda-arnauth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6960545182743829796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6960545182743829796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-ti-maria-mafalda-arnauth.html' title='Para Ti Maria - Mafalda Arnauth'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-8266171858560215250</id><published>2009-05-04T19:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:05:36.733+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comemorações'/><title type='text'>Dia da Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf88UkWv1kI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-u3TAClUwhE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332046807884092994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf88UkWv1kI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-u3TAClUwhE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;...aravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ã&lt;/strong&gt;...miga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;...special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este pequeno "texto", se assim o posso chamar, foi criado pelos meus alunos na semana antes do dia da mãe. Ao ser-lhes pedido que escolhessem 3 palavras que descrevessem a mãe eles sem hesitar escolheram estas três. Eu concordo plenamente com eles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As nossas mães são maravilhosas, sofrem para nos terem, sofrem para nos dar tudo quanto precisamos, sofrem por nós, sentem por nós e até morrem por nós se preciso for... Elas são mais que &lt;strong&gt;MARAVILHOSAS&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As nossas mães são amigas, sim, sem dúvida. São as nossas maiores amigas, também as nossas maiores criticas mas são sinceras. Querem o nosso bem e nunca o nosso mal. Não ouvem de nós para contar depois como foi, como era, como disse... São verdadeiramente &lt;strong&gt;AMIGAS&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As nossas mães são especiais, muito! São nossas, únicas, simples, verdadeiras, maravilhosas!... São realmente muito &lt;strong&gt;ESPECIAIS&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enfim, são as nossas mães!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquelas que durante 9 meses nos alimentam, nos guiam, nos conduzem, nos dão vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquelas que vivem a vida delas sempre a pensar nas nossas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquelas que antes de pensarem nelas pensam primeiro em nós!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É por tudo isto e muito mais que aqui podia escrever que ser mãe não é uma opção mas sim uma vocação!! Ninguém opta por ser mãe se não tiver vocação para o ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A TODAS AS MÃES DO MUNDO UM BEIJO MUITO GRANDE E MUITAS FELICIDADES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tal como vem sendo hábito os dias certos das comemorações não são de todo comigo lol :) mas o que conta é lembrar, seja no dia ou não!!)&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/2307109254640177227-8266171858560215250?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/8266171858560215250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-da-mae.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8266171858560215250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8266171858560215250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-da-mae.html' title='Dia da Mãe'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf88UkWv1kI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-u3TAClUwhE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-3416217571387134836</id><published>2009-05-04T19:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:09:51.278+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>Um pouco de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8vYJ24zsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cuD6x5zgt5k/s1600-h/menina_a_escrever2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332032575839456962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8vYJ24zsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cuD6x5zgt5k/s320/menina_a_escrever2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O dia mais belo - o nascimento do "meu" Diogo&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais fácil - Sonhar&lt;br /&gt;O maior obstáculo - O ódio&lt;br /&gt;O maior erro - Acreditar&lt;br /&gt;A raiz de todos os males - a politica&lt;br /&gt;A melhor distracção - sorrir&lt;br /&gt;A pior derrota - a morte&lt;br /&gt;A primeira necessidade - Amar&lt;br /&gt;A maior felicidade - Viver&lt;br /&gt;O maior mistério - O mistério&lt;br /&gt;Pior defeito – Teimosa&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa mais perigosa - A falsa&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento mais ruim - O ódio&lt;br /&gt;O melhor presente - A vida&lt;br /&gt;Um bem imprescindível - A família&lt;br /&gt;A rota mais rápida - A do amor&lt;br /&gt;A sensação mais agradável - Viver&lt;br /&gt;A maior satisfação - Trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;O que nos torna mais humanos, mais tolerantes -sorrir a cada ser que se cruza connosco&lt;br /&gt;O/A melhor professor/a - A vida, os meus pais e a minha professora primária&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas necessárias - Aquelas que não preciso de escrever aqui&lt;br /&gt;A força mais potente do mundo - A minha avó&lt;br /&gt;A mais bela de todas as coisas - Um olhar apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-3416217571387134836?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/3416217571387134836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-pouco-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3416217571387134836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3416217571387134836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-pouco-de-mim.html' title='Um pouco de mim'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8vYJ24zsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cuD6x5zgt5k/s72-c/menina_a_escrever2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-3451952666486410451</id><published>2009-05-04T18:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:50:31.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Aos meus.......... ANJOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8q1O0ypRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-9vzLCE-GLI/s1600-h/rosa+branca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332027577830909202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8q1O0ypRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-9vzLCE-GLI/s320/rosa+branca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Senti&lt;br /&gt;Senti no meu peito que eram vocÊs&lt;br /&gt;Eram vocês os meus anjos&lt;br /&gt;Os anjos que muitos dizem existir&lt;br /&gt;Os anjos que muitos dizem sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nunca tinha sentido!&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sabia como era!&lt;br /&gt;Será que estava certa!&lt;br /&gt;Confusa!&lt;br /&gt;Será que queria apenas sentir o que os outros sentiam?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei!! Talvez!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque não dar um beneficio da dúvida ao que sentia&lt;br /&gt;Porque não deixar-me sentir&lt;br /&gt;O que queria! O que me apetecia!&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-me levar!&lt;br /&gt;Nas asas dos anjos....&lt;br /&gt;Serena! Tranquila! Calma!&lt;br /&gt;Estava certa que não me enganava&lt;br /&gt;Estava certa que seguia os anjos certos&lt;br /&gt;Pé ante pé&lt;br /&gt;Fui percorrendo um caminho a seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Rimos! Choramos! Partilhamos!&lt;br /&gt;E continuamos...... todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Quando me deito! Quando durmo!&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordo! Quando sorrio!&lt;br /&gt;E até mesmo quando choro!&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditam em anjos?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu também não acreditava&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando sentirem o vosso acreditarão&lt;br /&gt;Eu já o senti... Sinto... E nunca deixarei de o sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente..... comigo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-3451952666486410451?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/3451952666486410451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/aos-meus-anjos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3451952666486410451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3451952666486410451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/aos-meus-anjos.html' title='Aos meus.......... ANJOS'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8q1O0ypRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-9vzLCE-GLI/s72-c/rosa+branca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-2579802437581313564</id><published>2009-05-04T18:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:28:45.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEtras'/><title type='text'>Paulo Gonzo - Diz-me tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8lugR7EBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TEkvHYX_Y9E/s1600-h/2889848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332021964699275282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8lugR7EBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TEkvHYX_Y9E/s320/2889848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os teus olhos dizem mais&lt;br /&gt;Que as palavras, que os silêncios, que os sinais&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos e esta luz&lt;br /&gt;Que os acende quem os entende&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me tu&lt;br /&gt;Se a solidão faz o amor ver melhor na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me diz&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Os teus braços e os meus passos para onde vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me tu&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Para onde vão&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;E as memórias e as cinzas frias da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me tu&lt;br /&gt;Se a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Faz o amor ver melhor na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me diz&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Os teus braços e os meus passos para onde vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me diz&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Os teus braços e os meus passos para onde vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me tu&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Para onde vão&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Nas memórias e as cinzas frias da paixão &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/2307109254640177227-2579802437581313564?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/2579802437581313564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/paulo-gonzo-diz-me-tu_04.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2579802437581313564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2579802437581313564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/paulo-gonzo-diz-me-tu_04.html' title='Paulo Gonzo - 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(da Ba)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8IfwiCYXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vXXCtKJKWL8/s1600-h/perguntas-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331989825526587762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8IfwiCYXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vXXCtKJKWL8/s320/perguntas-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 - Nome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquele que os meus pais me deram :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Porque te deram esse nome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penso que foi influenciado pelo nome de uma tia que nunca conheci mas teria sido concerteza uma tia de eleição :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Fazes pedidos às estrelas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, às estrelas cadentes lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Quando foi a última vez que choraste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dia em que faleceu a minha avó paterna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Gostas da tua letra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro que sim. Ainda tenho a letra com que aprendi a escrever na escola primária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Gostas de pão com quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sou esquisita e também não consigo escolher apenas um acompanhamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Quantos filhos tens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda não tenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 - Se fosses outra pessoa, serias teu amigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem dúvida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 - Saltarias de Bungee-Jumping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem acompanhada sim lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 - Desamarras os sapatos antes de tirá-los?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raramente desamarro os sapatos lol (eu e os nós os nós e eu nunca nos demos muito bem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 - Acreditas que és uma pessoa forte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredito sim. Nos últimos tempos a vida provou-me que sou mesmo muito forte. Mais do que aquilo que imaginava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 - Gelado favorito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim um bem grande e que me deixe sem argumentos e com vontade de repetir lol (tipo aquele de sexta-feira e tal lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 - Vermelho ou preto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pode ser azul?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 - O que menos gostas em ti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquilo que não gosto tento mudar, não pelos outros mas por mim mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 - O que mais gostas em ti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendi a gostar imenso de mim :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 - De quem sentes saudades?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De duas pessoas fantásticas que fizeram de mim aquilo que sou hoje mas sei que estão juntos e sempre a meu lado logo, tenho conseguido ultrapassar a saudade de uma forma muito especial. Estou com eles todos os dias e eles ofereceram-me a prova de que estão comigo e que me querem feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 - Descreve a roupa estás a usar agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calças beje, camiseira vermelha e branca e sapatos azuis escuros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 - Qual foi a última coisa que comeste hoje?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bife grelhado com arroz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 - O que estás a ouvir agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus alunos a terem uma aula de música lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 - A última pessoa com quem falaste ao telefone foi...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com uma pessoa muitoooooooooooo especial :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 - Comida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caril de caranguejo (fiquei realmente fã)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 - Último filme que viste no cinema e com quem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não foi no cinema, foi em casa. Mamma Mia e muito bem acompanhada lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 - Dia favorito do ano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia dos meus anos. Adoro fazer anos :) ahhhhhh e ainda faço festa lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 - Inverno ou Verão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 - Beijos ou abraços?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ambos têm o seu valor :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 - Sobremesa favorita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um belo crepe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 - Que livro estás a ler?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livro de momento nenhum, mas leio imensos textos dos meus putos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 - O que tens na parede do teu quarto?&lt;br /&gt;Visivel, nada! Mas todos os dias vejo nas paredes do meu quarto a mensagem de que vale a pena viver :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 - Onde foi o lugar mais longe onde já foste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32 - Música favorita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem, hoje e sempre Paulo Gonzo................ Sei-te de cor, Jardins Proibidos e She (as escolhas do momento)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33 - Uma frase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale sempre a pena acreditar que o dia de amanhã trará um sorriso! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sintam-se desafiados!&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/2307109254640177227-3616884418913045878?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/3616884418913045878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-desafio-da-ba.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3616884418913045878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3616884418913045878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-desafio-da-ba.html' title='Um Desafio... (da Ba)'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sf8IfwiCYXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vXXCtKJKWL8/s72-c/perguntas-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-4686907226858053111</id><published>2009-04-30T21:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:11:45.583+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfoFneor-eI/AAAAAAAAAII/-V8IjBcHLsY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330579284743158242" style="DISPLAY: block; 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REM - ONE (LIVE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmuCrOwYsIg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmuCrOwYsIg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-3158206716532675058?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/3158206716532675058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/u2-rem-one-live.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3158206716532675058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3158206716532675058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/u2-rem-one-live.html' title='U2 &amp; REM - ONE (LIVE)'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-7031148938853063194</id><published>2009-04-30T20:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:41:43.350+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sfn-6pjwkSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/N2fXfEw4Zj4/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330571917511397666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sfn-6pjwkSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/N2fXfEw4Zj4/s320/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na simplicidade de um beijo&lt;br /&gt;de um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;de um carinho&lt;br /&gt;de um simples toque&lt;br /&gt;está o conforto&lt;br /&gt;a alegria&lt;br /&gt;o bem estar de quem os recebe&lt;br /&gt;Sê simples nos teus actos&lt;br /&gt;nos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;nos teus sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Dá o que tens de melhor&lt;br /&gt;Dá simplesmente por dar&lt;br /&gt;Sem esperar em troca&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar no que vais ganhar&lt;br /&gt;A simplicidade de um gesto&lt;br /&gt;faz a alegria de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Sê simples&lt;br /&gt;Simplifica até a tua própria vida&lt;br /&gt;Acredita em ti&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente no teu valor&lt;br /&gt;no valor do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;do teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;da tua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Sê... n esperes k o sejam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-7031148938853063194?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/7031148938853063194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/simplicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7031148938853063194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7031148938853063194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sfn-6pjwkSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/N2fXfEw4Zj4/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-4637049479490165168</id><published>2009-04-29T18:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:32:04.049+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><title type='text'>Sobrevivência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfiO0wGC3pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6KZa3T60VxU/s1600-h/sorrir1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330167195907579538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfiO0wGC3pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6KZa3T60VxU/s320/sorrir1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando as pessoas compreenderem&lt;br /&gt;que o mundo não é para ser disputado palmo-a-palmo,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim compartilhado,&lt;br /&gt;quando deixarem de lado o desejo de ser o "centro das atenções",&lt;br /&gt;talvez entendam que a humildade é privilégio dos grandes,&lt;br /&gt;e apenas os medíocres não sabem disso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a respeitar as pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;as plantas e os bichos como obras da mesma natureza que o fez,&lt;br /&gt;o indivíduo cresce espiritualmente e melhora tanto como pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;que não lhe sobra tempo para criticar outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar ao lado de um amigo,&lt;br /&gt;sorrir inúmeras vezes por dia (mesmo diante de uma negativa),&lt;br /&gt;falar sempre de coisas boas,&lt;br /&gt;procurar conhecer o lado bom das pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;esquecer os erros do passado,&lt;br /&gt;cair (mas levantar sempre),&lt;br /&gt;irritar-se em certas horas, mas procurar&lt;br /&gt;reverter isso imediatamente.&lt;br /&gt;Repudiar a inveja e a ingratidão são atitudes&lt;br /&gt;que tornam nossa vida melhor,&lt;br /&gt;porém são extremamente dificeis de seguir.&lt;br /&gt;É uma questão de aprendizado,&lt;br /&gt;não acontece de forma repentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... vale a pena tentar, sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(não sei quem escreveu, encontrei quando visitava outros blogs mas vale a pena ler, vale a pena sentir, vale a pena pensar, reflectir...)&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/2307109254640177227-4637049479490165168?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/4637049479490165168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/sobrevivencia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4637049479490165168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4637049479490165168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/sobrevivencia.html' title='Sobrevivência'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfiO0wGC3pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6KZa3T60VxU/s72-c/sorrir1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-7901652376148154953</id><published>2009-04-29T17:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:10:51.887+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recordações'/><title type='text'>Momentos Especiais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfiJoqwCt_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/EY7kZnLx_ZA/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330161490756548594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfiJoqwCt_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/EY7kZnLx_ZA/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há palavras, momentos, vivências que nunca mais se esquecem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando se concretiza um sonho pelo qual levamos a nossa vida a lutar sentimos uma realização pessoal muito grande. Eu consegui realiza-lo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embora nem sempre seja fácil, porque tudo na vida tem a sua dificuldade, há momentos que nos ajudam a entender o quanto tem valor a realização e o estarmos a concretizar os nossos sonhos. Partilho convosco este momento que encontrei hoje numa caixinha de recordações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;........................X........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Família XXX quer deixar uma palavra de amizade e de agradecimento a uma professora que é e sempre será muito especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xôra merece tudo de bom&lt;br /&gt;que a vida pode oferecer&lt;br /&gt;A sua vida merece muita cor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é feita de mudança e para ela temos que estar preparados só que por vezes não estamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com muito carinho, embora com um enorme aperto no coração, que esta família lhe deseja todas as felicidades, quer na sua vida profissional que vai iniciar uma nova etapa, quer na sua vida pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podíamos deixar passar esta oportunidade sem lhe agradecer (embora não consigamos escrever tudo o que queriamos) todo o trabalho que desenvolveu nestes 2 anos com todos os meninos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Xôra conseguiu estabelecer uma relação que vai muito para além de “Professora – Aluna" para a XXX a Xôra tornou-se uma referência, um porto seguro, uma amiga com quem ela sempre pôde contar quando estava bem, mas sobretudo quando não estava tão bem, por isso lhe queremos agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perda da Xôra para a XXX está a ser e vai ser durante algum tempo, um pouco complicado.....ela está muito triste e fragilizada.......de qualquer modo pensamos que irá conseguir ultrapassar da melhor forma. Temos a certeza que a marca que deixou à XXX a tornará numa pessoa maravilhosa e lhe irá possibilitar ultrapassar etapas não muito boas que lhe surjam durante a vida, e por isso e muito mais que não conseguimos transcrever para a folha do word , só temos a agradecer-lhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xôra sabe que pode contar connosco para o que precisar, da mesma forma que penso que a XXX poderá contar consigo pelo menos para lhe enviar uns e’mails de vez em quando, ou uns telefonemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um BEIJO do tamanho do mundo, desta família que tem um carinho especial por si....e que guardará as melhores recordações de si bem como a terá sempre num cantinho do nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XÔRA TODAS AS FELICIDADES DO MUNDO. É o que lhe deseja a Família XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até Breve.&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-7901652376148154953?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/7901652376148154953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-palavras-momentos-vivencias-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7901652376148154953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7901652376148154953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-palavras-momentos-vivencias-que.html' title='Momentos Especiais'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfiJoqwCt_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/EY7kZnLx_ZA/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-1453089768423807524</id><published>2009-04-27T20:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:35:46.123+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEtras'/><title type='text'>Julio Iglesias - When I need you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfYMpHrzqhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y9x1ktg_xYM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329461109616519698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfYMpHrzqhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y9x1ktg_xYM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I need you&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;And all that I so want to give you&lt;br /&gt;Is only a heartbeat away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need love&lt;br /&gt;I hold out my hands and I touch love&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there was so much love&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me warm night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles and miles of empty space in between us&lt;br /&gt;The telephone can't take the place of your smile&lt;br /&gt;But you know I won't be travelling forever&lt;br /&gt;It's cold out&lt;br /&gt;So hold out&lt;br /&gt;And do like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need you&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;And all that I so want to give you&lt;br /&gt;Is only a heartbeat away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy when the road is your driver&lt;br /&gt;Honey that's a heavy load that we bear&lt;br /&gt;But you know I won't be travelling a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;It's cold out&lt;br /&gt;So hold out&lt;br /&gt;And do like I do&lt;br /&gt;When I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need love&lt;br /&gt;I hold out my hands and I touch love&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there was so much love&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me warm night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need you&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you're right by my side&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me warm night and day&lt;br /&gt;I just hold out my hand&lt;br /&gt;Hold out my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna give you&lt;br /&gt;Is only a heartbeat away&lt;br /&gt;When I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Julio Inglesias&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/2307109254640177227-1453089768423807524?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/1453089768423807524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/julio-iglesias-when-i-need-you_27.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/1453089768423807524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-12850420967735652</id><published>2009-04-27T19:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:01:02.851+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfYAvLu_RRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UBYHtUpbqkQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329448019643286802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfYAvLu_RRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UBYHtUpbqkQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Viva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imaginativa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tentadora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esperançosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encantada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saborosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expressiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...que vivo neste momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...que sempre sonhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...que sempre esperei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...que quero viver hoje e sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...que quero sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....pela qual valeu a pena esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OBRIGADA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/2307109254640177227-12850420967735652?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/12850420967735652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/viva-imaginativa-natural-tentadora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/12850420967735652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/12850420967735652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/viva-imaginativa-natural-tentadora.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfYAvLu_RRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UBYHtUpbqkQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-5782032865820046364</id><published>2009-04-27T19:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:48:52.032+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Nem tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfX9-pQdmBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UOVYOm6UlFM/s1600-h/nem+tudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329444986731468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfX9-pQdmBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UOVYOm6UlFM/s320/nem+tudo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na vida...&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo se dizNem tudo se escreve&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo se encontra&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo se vê&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo se tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas é fundamental&lt;br /&gt;Que na vida&lt;br /&gt;tudo se SINTA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-5782032865820046364?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/5782032865820046364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/nem-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/5782032865820046364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/5782032865820046364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/nem-tudo.html' title='Nem tudo...'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfX9-pQdmBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UOVYOm6UlFM/s72-c/nem+tudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-7999742960879092152</id><published>2009-04-27T11:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:58:42.386+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comemorações'/><title type='text'>25 de Abril - 35 anos depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfWPsm0rxqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s8eEBREdPLs/s1600-h/1145544614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329323730561386146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfWPsm0rxqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s8eEBREdPLs/s320/1145544614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E já lá vão 35 anos... é verdade!! Muitos anos mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o que mudou?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em que somos verdadeiramente livres?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que ganhamos com as mudanças!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem ganhou com as mudanças!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muita coisa mudou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muita coisa se alterou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uns perderam, outros ganharam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uns queriam voltar atrás, outros preferem esquecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu não sei! Não vivi! Não senti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei dizer como era para agora contar como foi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei apenas que continuamos a ser livres numa coisa muito importante, no sentir, no gostar, no amar e........... esquecemo-nos tantas vezes disso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comemoramos a liberdade e esquecemo-nos que somos livres muitas vezes! Amarramo-nos muitas vezes em sentimentos mesquinhos que nos trazem amargura e tristeza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aproveitemos tudo aquilo em que ainda somos livres (não sabemos o dia de amanhã)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-7999742960879092152?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/7999742960879092152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-de-abril-35-anos-depois.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7999742960879092152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7999742960879092152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-de-abril-35-anos-depois.html' title='25 de Abril - 35 anos depois'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfWPsm0rxqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s8eEBREdPLs/s72-c/1145544614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-4093390096612448179</id><published>2009-04-25T09:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:49:46.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Mais palavras para quê?? Está tudo escrito!! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfLHUmOOE_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/D8pyxYeZdt0/s1600-h/um+dia+deixarÃ¡+de+ser+sÃ³+um+dia+e+passarÃ¡+a+ser+o+nosso+dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328540465804219378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfLHUmOOE_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/D8pyxYeZdt0/s320/um%2Bdia%2Bdeixar%25C3%25A1%2Bde%2Bser%2Bs%25C3%25B3%2Bum%2Bdia%2Be%2Bpassar%25C3%25A1%2Ba%2Bser%2Bo%2Bnosso%2Bdia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-4093390096612448179?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/4093390096612448179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/mais-palavras-para-que-esta-tdudo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4093390096612448179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4093390096612448179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/mais-palavras-para-que-esta-tdudo.html' title='Mais palavras para quê?? 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(heheheh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-6298059544629128011?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/6298059544629128011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-fosse-so-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6298059544629128011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6298059544629128011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-fosse-so-um-dia.html' title='Se fosse só um dia!!!!'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SfG8l8NiTKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7rqj3H_FMvg/s72-c/AF-nicola-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-8386014207055512880</id><published>2009-04-22T14:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:50:59.453+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Vida!! 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- Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-1788623537269148</id><published>2009-04-22T14:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:51:18.375+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>BEIJINHOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS *** :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se8WI46KQbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N5OJikl79bw/s1600-h/2036747521_dc28cd9c42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327501226173678002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 411px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se8WI46KQbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N5OJikl79bw/s320/2036747521_dc28cd9c42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-1788623537269148?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/1788623537269148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/beijinhossssssssssssssss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/1788623537269148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/1788623537269148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/beijinhossssssssssssssss.html' title='BEIJINHOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS *** :-)'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se8WI46KQbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N5OJikl79bw/s72-c/2036747521_dc28cd9c42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-1659929147070016996</id><published>2009-04-22T13:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:51:40.450+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEtras'/><title type='text'>Rod Stewart - For The First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se8Sty0upAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/H98zSVmxP8U/s1600-h/Apaixonados_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327497462148932610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se8Sty0upAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/H98zSVmxP8U/s320/Apaixonados_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are those your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Is that your smile?&lt;br /&gt;I been looking at you for ever,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I never saw you before.&lt;br /&gt;Are these your hands? Holding mine?&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how I could have been so blind.&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, I am looking in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I'm seeing who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I see,&lt;br /&gt;When you're looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what love is,&lt;br /&gt;Love is...&lt;br /&gt;For the first time...&lt;br /&gt;Can this be real?&lt;br /&gt;Can this be true?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the person I was this morning?&lt;br /&gt;And are you the same you?&lt;br /&gt;Its all so strange.&lt;br /&gt;How can it be?&lt;br /&gt;All along this love was right in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, I am looking in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I am seeing who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I see,&lt;br /&gt;When you're looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what love is...&lt;br /&gt;Love is...&lt;br /&gt;For the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Such a long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;I had given up on finding this emotion,&lt;br /&gt;Ever again.&lt;br /&gt;But you're here with me now,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I found you somehow,&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been so sure.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I am looking in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I'm seeing who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how much I see,&lt;br /&gt;When you're looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what love is...&lt;br /&gt;Love is...&lt;br /&gt;For the first time.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-1659929147070016996?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/1659929147070016996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/rod-stewart-for-first-time.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-6757575259089897661</id><published>2009-04-22T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:47:04.014+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>For The First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwFRB7sC7P4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwFRB7sC7P4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-6757575259089897661?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/6757575259089897661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6757575259089897661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6757575259089897661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-first-time.html' title='For The First Time'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-5244698308462710882</id><published>2009-04-22T12:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:19:07.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Sorrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se79GtjOoEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/S6RiQbEZp4A/s1600-h/UmSorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327473700974272578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se79GtjOoEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/S6RiQbEZp4A/s320/UmSorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje tive vontade de sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu todos os dias sorrio&lt;br /&gt;Foi um sorrir diferente&lt;br /&gt;Percebem??&lt;br /&gt;Um sorrir cá de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Um sorrir com alma&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque te senti sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Porque te senti apenas&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá!!&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se quero saber&lt;br /&gt;Não precisamos saber tudo&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos apenas saber alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa de ti talvez&lt;br /&gt;ou talvez não?!?&lt;br /&gt;São as duvidas.....&lt;br /&gt;duvidas que estarão sempre presentes&lt;br /&gt;fazem parte de nós&lt;br /&gt;Mas há algo de que não tenho duvida&lt;br /&gt;de que hoje sorri&lt;br /&gt;sorri de maneira diferente&lt;br /&gt;foi um sorriso com vida&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles sorrisos que nos fazem perceber&lt;br /&gt;A diferença entre estar vivo e morto&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso com alma&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso com vida&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso por ti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se79GtjOoEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/S6RiQbEZp4A/s72-c/UmSorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-2267252704934576881</id><published>2009-04-22T12:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:09:17.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Porque na voz das crianças tudo tem outro encanto :)))</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MMKvxS2rEIY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2267252704934576881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2267252704934576881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque-na-voz-das-criancas-tudo-tem.html' title='Porque na voz das crianças tudo tem outro encanto :)))'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-8907443544049269176</id><published>2009-04-22T11:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:58:40.243+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Aqui eu sou FELIZ :pppppp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se74TldU9NI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kqrfHWk1Q94/s1600-h/DSC09201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327468424582198482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se74TldU9NI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kqrfHWk1Q94/s320/DSC09201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-8907443544049269176?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/8907443544049269176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/aqui-eu-sou-feliz-pppppp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8907443544049269176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8907443544049269176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/aqui-eu-sou-feliz-pppppp.html' title='Aqui eu sou FELIZ :pppppp'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se74TldU9NI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kqrfHWk1Q94/s72-c/DSC09201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-4316641461716926684</id><published>2009-04-22T11:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:45:49.215+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Eu... Os Aviões... Os Aviões... E eu... A história de uma relação sem relação... lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se70_m3FGTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lOSLaoJEKRU/s1600-h/sd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327464782826379570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se70_m3FGTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lOSLaoJEKRU/s320/sd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Há muito muito tempo (aos anos mesmo) que eu e os aviões (aqueles bichinhos com asas que toda a gente acha muita granda, que sobem e descem... tanta coisa que sobe e desce com graça lol... deve ser do sobe e desce a graça...) temos uma relação sem relação!! Confuso!??! É sim!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu explico, se for capaz!! lol&lt;br /&gt;Nunca andei de avião!! Por aqui começa logo a relação lol... Mas apetece-me andar! Melhor..... eu já disse que vou andar! (tou cheia de medo, n contem a ninguem lol)&lt;br /&gt;Mas entre o medo e a vontade de ir (que nem se coloca hispotese de n ir lololol) as coisas têm andado num turbilhão!&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sonhei com o dito avião! Eu passo os dias a olhar para o céu para admirar os ditos aviões! looooooool (estarei a ficar louca?!?!?! não! eu já sou louca!!! Por ai n vamos lá)&lt;br /&gt;Bemm... Não faço ideia como a coisa possa vir a correr mas tá decidido tá decidido e....... sinceramente... sinceramente... eu acho que a coisa vai correr muito bem :)))&lt;br /&gt;Prometo contar-vos tudo depois (bemmmmmmm, só as coisas boas!! vergonhas eu n conto :p)&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e abraços e até já me sinto mais aliviada pelo desabafo loooooooooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-4316641461716926684?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/4316641461716926684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-os-avioes-os-avioes-e-eu-historia-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4316641461716926684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4316641461716926684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-os-avioes-os-avioes-e-eu-historia-de.html' title='Eu... Os Aviões... Os Aviões... E eu... A história de uma relação sem relação... lol'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Se70_m3FGTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lOSLaoJEKRU/s72-c/sd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-6789627218602651551</id><published>2009-04-20T09:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:51:48.357+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Eu sei...</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que não escrevo há muito tempo... Eu sei que não escolho uma música há muito tempo..... Mas pronto, é a vida lol, ando sem tempo....... Para escrever e para escolher a música looooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento profundo de inspiração!! :p (a inspiração anda canalizada para outro lado loooooool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais logo talvez a coisa arranque :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-6789627218602651551?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/6789627218602651551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-sei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6789627218602651551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6789627218602651551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-sei.html' title='Eu sei...'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-4397143588666359403</id><published>2009-03-31T22:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:56:02.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEtras'/><title type='text'>Segredos - Simplesmente Fantástica!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SdKRT4VrsRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uyzGqiFgRsc/s1600-h/beijo-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319473880604848402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SdKRT4VrsRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uyzGqiFgRsc/s320/beijo-amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda não encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Diferente de todos que amei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos seu olhos quero desconbrir&lt;br /&gt;Uma razão para viver&lt;br /&gt;E as feridas desta vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu a encontre&lt;br /&gt;Numa fila de cinema&lt;br /&gt;Numa esquina&lt;br /&gt;Ou numa mesa de um bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor que seja bom para mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou trata-la bem&lt;br /&gt;Para que ela não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;quando começar&lt;br /&gt;A conhecer os meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma razão para viver&lt;br /&gt;E as fridas desta vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu gagueije&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que falar&lt;br /&gt;Mas disfarço e não saio sem ela de lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor que seja bom para mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou trata-la bem&lt;br /&gt;Para que ela não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Quando começar&lt;br /&gt;A conhecer os meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor que seja bom para mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou trata-la bem&lt;br /&gt;Para que ela não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Quando começar&lt;br /&gt;A conhecer os meus segredos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ez Special com Paulo Gonzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-4397143588666359403?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/4397143588666359403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/segredos-simplesmente-fantastica.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4397143588666359403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4397143588666359403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/segredos-simplesmente-fantastica.html' title='Segredos - Simplesmente Fantástica!! 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.............. Não tenho!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vontade?!?!  ............ Muitas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ideias?!?! ............. Imensas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentimentos?!?! ...................... Tenho, Muitos, Imenso!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-7896483977296252737?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/7896483977296252737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/estou-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7896483977296252737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7896483977296252737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/estou-feliz.html' title='Estou 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-8300618219729306134</id><published>2009-03-28T07:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:52:23.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>PARABÉNS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sc3gEfEEuwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xrs6w-Vpiuk/s1600-h/parati003.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318153102657108738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Sc3gEfEEuwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xrs6w-Vpiuk/s320/parati003.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje mais um dia nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Podia ser um dia comum como tantos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas sabes que não é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje é um dia especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aliás, muito especial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o dia que nasceste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que deve ser comemorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com alegrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E com muita felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O teu aniversário não é só hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por isso é preciso comemorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada minuto vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada dia partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada segundo vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É uma vitória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No decorrer da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo que seja o mais difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perante a vida ele torna-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A força para viver mais um ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com muita felicidade e esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por isso comemora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comemora ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre o seu aniversário!&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-8300618219729306134?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/8300618219729306134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-2160752785051852805</id><published>2009-03-26T02:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:30:45.728Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Scroq207XhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eH1JGLgHzlE/s1600-h/Imagem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317318133033950738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Scroq207XhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eH1JGLgHzlE/s320/Imagem3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mostra-me a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;A palma da tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Nela vejo sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Abraços, afectos, carinhos&lt;br /&gt;Nela encontro o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;A tua expressão de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Ao toca-la sinto a força&lt;br /&gt;A leveza do teu ser&lt;br /&gt;A tua sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;Que me precorre&lt;br /&gt;E me saceia&lt;br /&gt;A tua ternura&lt;br /&gt;Que me invade&lt;br /&gt;E encandeia&lt;br /&gt;A tua doçura&lt;br /&gt;Que cresce&lt;br /&gt;Quando a tua toca na minha&lt;br /&gt;Quando ambas se encontram&lt;br /&gt;Quando ambas se sentem&lt;br /&gt;Se partilham e encantam&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me descobrir o segredo&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua mão revela&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sentir a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua mão liberta&lt;br /&gt;Junta a tua mão à minha&lt;br /&gt;E vamos...... olhar em frente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-2160752785051852805?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/Scroq207XhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eH1JGLgHzlE/s72-c/Imagem3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-8593031752248312030</id><published>2009-03-26T02:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:27:25.913Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Aos meus amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScrnnyfwTDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nHMnt47c1bU/s1600-h/Imagem2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317316980820167730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScrnnyfwTDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nHMnt47c1bU/s320/Imagem2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Principalmente a todos os que se tem mostrado realmente meus amigos nesta fase "diferente" da minha vida. Podia enumera-los até porque são poucos e cabem nos dedos das mãos massssss..... aos que são nossos verdadeiros AMIGOS não precisamos de dizer mas sim dar a sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amigos que gostamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mimamos e estimamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impossível esquecê-los&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zelamos pelos seu bem-estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui, ai, ali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dentro do nosso coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eternos serão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-8593031752248312030?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/8593031752248312030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/aos-meus-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8593031752248312030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8593031752248312030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/aos-meus-amigos.html' title='Aos meus amigos...'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScrnnyfwTDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nHMnt47c1bU/s72-c/Imagem2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-6231031782750793604</id><published>2009-03-26T02:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:19:40.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Um minuto para pensar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScrmDJvwz8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h_Z3ZBfyz9c/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317315251894538178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScrmDJvwz8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h_Z3ZBfyz9c/s320/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando a nossa vida não para, a cada segundo se tranforma, se muda, eis que paramos (quando temos tempo) e pensamos no que ganhamos e perdemos, no que construimos e destruimos, no que não vivemos e podiamos ter vivido, enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas pensar no que podia ter sido e não foi! Se não foi já não vai ser, porque mesmo que seja agora será diferente, não será o que teria sido na altura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assim sendo, melhor é seguir em frente e nisto tudo surge um pensamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O futuro tem as portas fechadas (n trancadas)... e estão fechadas para as irmos abrindo lentamente... uma após outra para se ir saboreando o que há entre elas...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-6231031782750793604?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScrmDJvwz8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h_Z3ZBfyz9c/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-4928671666516296717</id><published>2009-03-26T01:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:09:22.028Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEtras'/><title type='text'>A palma e a mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScrjoXVBHeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Sf0ylNaOiTg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317312592660733410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScrjoXVBHeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Sf0ylNaOiTg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gastei mais que as palavras&lt;br /&gt;em sonhos que eram teus&lt;br /&gt;e do pó que pisavas&lt;br /&gt;fiz estradas e céus&lt;br /&gt;Inventei ventos e ruas&lt;br /&gt;fiz-me louco nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;e das minhas frases nuas&lt;br /&gt;no teu corpo escrevi laços&lt;br /&gt;E se partires de manhã&lt;br /&gt;deixa a sombra e o chão&lt;br /&gt;esta noite eu e tu somos a Palma e o Mão&lt;br /&gt;E no nome que te dei&lt;br /&gt;tu já tens onde acordar&lt;br /&gt;amanhã eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;quem te vai abraçar&lt;br /&gt;e então voltas do nada&lt;br /&gt;sem pecado ou perdão&lt;br /&gt;esta noite eu e tu somos a Palma e a mão&lt;br /&gt;vem de longe o teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;e em mim faz sempre Verão&lt;br /&gt;esta noite eu e tu somos mais do que a razão&lt;br /&gt;eu sou um mundo sozinho&lt;br /&gt;por isso é fácil dizeres não&lt;br /&gt;volta para mim esta noite para sermos a Palma e a Mão&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;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;João Pedro Pais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-4928671666516296717?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/4928671666516296717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/palma-e-mao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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:)'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScfaX-e-BTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GN8Cxr2nJGI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-56399974875552380</id><published>2009-03-19T20:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:31:46.651Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Pai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScKrgJYSH5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3TvOaRfYJto/s1600-h/2344700172_a879fa59b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314999079012540306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScKrgJYSH5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3TvOaRfYJto/s320/2344700172_a879fa59b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(tudo quanto tenho para te dizer digo-te todos os dias e transmito-te pelos meus actos para contigo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-56399974875552380?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/56399974875552380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-5308885980260811980</id><published>2009-03-19T17:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:04:10.013Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><title type='text'>Aprendi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScKHbOiPzUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BfsnIxvdXv0/s1600-h/eu_aprendi3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314959412078562626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScKHbOiPzUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BfsnIxvdXv0/s320/eu_aprendi3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ninguém é perfeito enquanto não te apaixonas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que avida é dura mas eu sou mais que ela!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as oportunidades nunca se perdem aquelas que desperdiças alguém as aproveita!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quando te importas com rancores e amarguras a felicidade vai para outra parte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;devemos sempre dar palavras boas porque amanhã nunca se sabe as que temos que ouvir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;um sorriso é uma maneira económica de melhorar o teu aspecto!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;não posso escolher como me sinto mas posso sempre fazer alguma coisa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quando o teu filho recém-nascido segura o teu dedo na sua mão têm-te preso para toda a vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;todos querem viver no cimo da montanha mas toda a felicidade está durante a subida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;temos que gozar da viagem e não apenas pensar na chegada!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;o melhor é dar conselhos só em duas circunstancias quando são pedidos e quando deles depende a vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quanto menos tempo se desperdiça mais coisas posso fazer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(desconheço o autor mas gostei e achei interessante partilha-lo convosco)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-5308885980260811980?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/5308885980260811980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/aprendi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/5308885980260811980'/><link rel='self' 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term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScDULE52rxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_02G5QkotHA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314480847057235730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScDULE52rxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_02G5QkotHA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto...&lt;br /&gt;A falta do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;O vazio do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Amargo de n te ter&lt;br /&gt;Dor de n te sentir&lt;br /&gt;Espero pelo dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que te voltarei a abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mas eu sei que estás melhor agora, estás protegida e junto de quem amaste a vida toda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-vos!! ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ScDULE52rxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_02G5QkotHA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-3721419983902735969</id><published>2009-03-18T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:48:04.732Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Nightwish - Sleeping Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmDWvGKLzBE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-4200633352312573022</id><published>2009-03-13T10:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:12:55.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SboxcVUTv5I/AAAAAAAAADw/dr4NnLqinLU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312613073265344402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SboxcVUTv5I/AAAAAAAAADw/dr4NnLqinLU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em tempos, escrevi algo que hoje, neste momento, faz sentido... Escrevi algo sobre um sentimento que tu me ensinaste, que tu sempre me transmitiste... Os avós ensinam-nos a viver, a saber viver e acima de tudo a acreditar na vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, para ti onde quer que estejas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na simplicidade de um beijo&lt;br /&gt;de um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;de um carinho&lt;br /&gt;de um simples toque&lt;br /&gt;está o conforto&lt;br /&gt;a alegria&lt;br /&gt;o bem estar de quem os recebe&lt;br /&gt;Sê simples nos teus actos&lt;br /&gt;nos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;nos teus sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Dá o que tens de melhor&lt;br /&gt;Dá simplesmente por dar&lt;br /&gt;Sem esperar em troca&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar no que vais ganhar&lt;br /&gt;A simplicidade de um gesto&lt;br /&gt;faz a alegria de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Sê simples&lt;br /&gt;Simplifica até a tua própria vida&lt;br /&gt;Acredita em ti&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente no teu valor&lt;br /&gt;no valor do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;do teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;da tua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Sê... n esperes k o sejam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-4200633352312573022?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/4200633352312573022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplicidade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4200633352312573022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/4200633352312573022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SboxcVUTv5I/AAAAAAAAADw/dr4NnLqinLU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-2570468740430049492</id><published>2009-03-09T22:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:06:33.832Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SbWSu-LV16I/AAAAAAAAADo/v3RqefzpI9I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311312671215572898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SbWSu-LV16I/AAAAAAAAADo/v3RqefzpI9I/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando a saudade não cabe no peito transborda nos olhos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(dói tanto avó)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-2570468740430049492?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/2570468740430049492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2570468740430049492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2570468740430049492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SbWSu-LV16I/AAAAAAAAADo/v3RqefzpI9I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-8977736365599652008</id><published>2009-03-09T21:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:02:45.807Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Até um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SbWR5GN8xhI/AAAAAAAAADg/1nmWcCug15U/s1600-h/luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311311745661060626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SbWR5GN8xhI/AAAAAAAAADg/1nmWcCug15U/s320/luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje deixo-te aqui a minha mais sincera e sentida homenagem... Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descansa em paz sem sofrimento, dor e angústia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho saudades tuas... Gosto-te hoje e sempre... O que me conforta é saber que estás junto do amor da tua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(olha... hoje brilhaste para mim já te vi, já sei onde estás... agora és a minha luz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijo***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-8977736365599652008?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/8977736365599652008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/ate-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8977736365599652008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/8977736365599652008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/ate-um-dia.html' title='Até um dia...'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SbWR5GN8xhI/AAAAAAAAADg/1nmWcCug15U/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-6637552149130867702</id><published>2009-03-07T11:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:51:52.277Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Tu... Menino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SbJffZu6HII/AAAAAAAAACw/1ktAjZLSu6c/s1600-h/winner_life_celebrations_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310411903711452290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SbJffZu6HII/AAAAAAAAACw/1ktAjZLSu6c/s320/winner_life_celebrations_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tu&lt;br /&gt;Menino de caracóis&lt;br /&gt;Loiros como o sol&lt;br /&gt;Olhos azuis de céu&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso cristalino do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu&lt;br /&gt;Menino que corres pelos campos&lt;br /&gt;Que voas nas asas do vento&lt;br /&gt;Que sonhas nos braços das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Que acreditas na vida e nos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu&lt;br /&gt;Menino que tens um coração&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de amor e paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que distribuis sorrisos eternos&lt;br /&gt;E abraços cheios de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu&lt;br /&gt;Que sabes o que queres&lt;br /&gt;Que acreditas no que podes ter&lt;br /&gt;Que lutas pelo que queres viver&lt;br /&gt;Que enfrentas a vida sem medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu&lt;br /&gt;Menino que amas&lt;br /&gt;Que acreditas e vives&lt;br /&gt;Muda o Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Muda a Vida&lt;br /&gt;Muda a Esperança&lt;br /&gt;Com a palma da tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Pois nela tu guardas&lt;br /&gt;O maior tesouro do Mundo&lt;br /&gt;A tua inocência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-6637552149130867702?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/6637552149130867702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/tu-menino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6637552149130867702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6637552149130867702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/03/tu-menino.html' title='Tu... Menino'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SbJffZu6HII/AAAAAAAAACw/1ktAjZLSu6c/s72-c/winner_life_celebrations_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-3694814999140841026</id><published>2009-02-26T17:20:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:30:41.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Um Pesadelo!! (ahahahah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SabRKPUf31I/AAAAAAAAACg/p3lCto0HKsw/s1600-h/4764_jerry_gargalhada.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SabRKPUf31I/AAAAAAAAACg/p3lCto0HKsw/s320/4764_jerry_gargalhada.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307159184744111954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O povo Português consegue surpreender a cada segundo e mesmo sob o efeito da crise consegue encontrar em cada pedacinho do dia a dia um motivo para fazer uma piada loooooool. &lt;br /&gt;Confesso que esta piada é mesmo uma boa piada :p avaliada com nota muitoooooooooo positiva, digo eu, pois aposto que para alguns a nota será nula e até mesmo muitoooooooooo negativa.&lt;br /&gt;Que me desculpem os meus amigos sportinguistas, que tenho alguns muitoooooooo amigos mesmo e de quem gosto bastante, mas como não me poupam a "elogios" quando o Benfica perde vou presentea-los com um grande momento de inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local da cena: Quarto de Paulo Bento&lt;br /&gt;trrrimmmmmmm trrimmmmmmmmm (toca do despertador)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher:&lt;/strong&gt; Paulo, Paulo, Paulo acorda!!! (isto num tom muitoooooo assustado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo vira-se para o outro lado e enrola-se no cobertor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher:&lt;/strong&gt; Paulo acorda homem já são seis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo:&lt;/strong&gt; O quê??? Foda-se!! Não me digas que já marcaram mais um!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool (para quem não entendeu, esta piada surge no contexto do jogo em que o sporting perdeu 5-0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso para dizer: um verdadeiro &lt;strong&gt;PESADELO&lt;/strong&gt;... looooooool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-3694814999140841026?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/3694814999140841026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-pesadelo-ahahahah.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3694814999140841026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/3694814999140841026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-pesadelo-ahahahah.html' title='Um Pesadelo!! (ahahahah)'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SabRKPUf31I/AAAAAAAAACg/p3lCto0HKsw/s72-c/4764_jerry_gargalhada.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-2527871023971160979</id><published>2009-02-25T11:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:07:56.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz -I'm Yours (live)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fV97UJlosR4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fV97UJlosR4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-2527871023971160979?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/2527871023971160979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/jason-mraz-im-yours-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2527871023971160979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/2527871023971160979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/jason-mraz-im-yours-live.html' title='Jason Mraz -I&apos;m Yours (live)'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-5725641102464651091</id><published>2009-02-24T16:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:52:11.617Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Trem das 11</title><content type='html'>Sempre vivi o Carnaval intensamente, desde muito pequenina.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de me mascarar, dançar, cantar, brincar... Gosto do Carnaval :)&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi uma música que marca o meu Carnaval. Marca o que vivi! Representa alguém muito especial e por isso vou partilha-la convosco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKJA7B0MtA0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKJA7B0MtA0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-5725641102464651091?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/5725641102464651091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/trem-das-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/5725641102464651091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/5725641102464651091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/trem-das-11.html' title='Trem das 11'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-6709258720617495384</id><published>2009-02-24T16:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:52:32.128Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comemorações'/><title type='text'>Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SaQd65KG39I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ql-cqUWbvN0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306399158562119634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SaQd65KG39I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ql-cqUWbvN0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de Carnaval&lt;br /&gt;E eu adoro o Carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Simples...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro a alegria que ele envolve&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade de expressão&lt;br /&gt;Com moderação claro&lt;br /&gt;Detesto exageros&lt;br /&gt;Pode brincar-se sem exageros&lt;br /&gt;Sem ultrapassar os limites do razoável (se bem que para alguns não há limites)&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado ver do mais novo aos mais velho mascarado&lt;br /&gt;Por todo o lado se comemora o Carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Haja alegria numa altura em que o pais anda tão triste&lt;br /&gt;Haja sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Boa disposição&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada como a boa disposição&lt;br /&gt;A folia, a animação, a música para esquecer a famosa "crise"&lt;br /&gt;Mascaremos a crise também&lt;br /&gt;De palhaça claro loooooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom Carnaval a todos e espero que se tenham divertido tanto como eu :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-6709258720617495384?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/6709258720617495384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6709258720617495384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/6709258720617495384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SaQd65KG39I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ql-cqUWbvN0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-7476823459274972429</id><published>2009-02-24T16:08:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:14:43.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lugares'/><title type='text'>23 Fevereiro 09 - Conheci o Paraiso :p</title><content type='html'>8h00&lt;br /&gt;Está na hora de levantar!!&lt;br /&gt;Já?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, hoje vamos passear&lt;br /&gt;Vamos onde?&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer o paraiso&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Se o dizes eu acredito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10h00&lt;br /&gt;Mochila às costas, lanchinho e águinha. Roupita confortável e calçado de todo o terreno. E lá fomos estrada fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamos... Andamos... Andamos... Mas andamos mesmo looool...&lt;br /&gt;E eis que chegamos.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11h00&lt;br /&gt;E não é que conheci mesmo?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditam?&lt;br /&gt;Eu também não acreditava!&lt;br /&gt;Ora vejam as imagens e comprovem se é ou não é o verdadeiro paraiso :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3098476543639900875&amp;amp;site=widget-cb.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543639900875&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p1/3098476543639900875/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543639900875&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p2/3098476543639900875/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543639900875&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p4/3098476543639900875/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-7476823459274972429?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/7476823459274972429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/23-fevereiro-conheci-o-paraiso-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7476823459274972429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307109254640177227/posts/default/7476823459274972429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/2009/02/23-fevereiro-conheci-o-paraiso-p.html' title='23 Fevereiro 09 - Conheci o Paraiso :p'/><author><name>Eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05435932368425101539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-4966021559827834887</id><published>2009-02-24T15:47:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:41:31.230Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boas vindas'/><title type='text'>O blog Momentos</title><content type='html'>Olá a todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi criar este blog como marca, mais uma, da minha decisão de mudar de vida. Melhor, de renascer! De viver, de sonhar, de acreditar, de me mexer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dizem os entendidos "mexa-se pela sua saúde" e não é que ande mal de saúde mas sem duvida mexer e fazer algo de novo todos os dias faz-nos bem e dá-nos anos de vida. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pretendo durar muitos anos looool (isto é já um devaneio dos meus sonhos) decidi partilhar com os meus amigos as minhas aventuras, os meus sentires, os meus sonhos, os meus gostos e tudo o que me apetecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conto convosco para que partilhem também comigo :) mais que não seja haver outra pessoa que nos leia, conhecida, desconhecida, velha, nova, amiga, inimiga faz sempre com que a nossa vida tenha outro sentido :p loooooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam bem vindos e sintam este espaço como vosso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/ShLbKwrbPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7UmKAf5ZfI/S220/1231860616.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307109254640177227.post-1816071515801663020</id><published>2009-02-24T15:34:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:41:53.381Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>1.º Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SaQUa8vZElI/AAAAAAAAACI/a5g0jHoRtMY/s1600-h/renascer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388714163343954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24AS-5fYrm0/SaQUa8vZElI/AAAAAAAAACI/a5g0jHoRtMY/s320/renascer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mudar de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De direcção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mudar sem magoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sem ferir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sem chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mudar para melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Para pior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Para diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simplesmente mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ou não mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu decidi não mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Decidi renascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Modificar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alterar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fazer valer o que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O que quero sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O que desejo sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O que ouso sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O que sempre sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E não conquistei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E não atingi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E não alcancei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas hoje renascida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu quero conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu quero atngir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu quero alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não por este ou aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas sim por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Porque mereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Porque lutei para isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Porque decidi renascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E desejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se querer é poder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu quero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu posso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307109254640177227-1816071515801663020?l=momentos09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos09.blogspot.com/feeds/1816071515801663020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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