<?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-23840588</id><updated>2011-06-23T03:55:40.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seria incapaz de me trair</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-3320634928162592623</id><published>2009-05-15T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:57:39.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Sg3HhmunWyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CtdXy1xyRTY/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336140513649580834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Sg3HhmunWyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CtdXy1xyRTY/s320/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje tou assim meio nostalgica... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho saudades da mãe, do pai, do mano, dos amigos extraordinários que fiz na faculdade, dos amigos que comigo partilharam a infância e as confissões da adolescência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho saudades dos espaços e do tempo que não volta atrás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades do trabalho que deixei para trás, dos colegas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades de me sentir segura, de ter grandes convicções que defendia até ao fim, de saber o que gosto realmente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, tenho saudades de mim e de saber quem sou!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-3320634928162592623?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/3320634928162592623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=3320634928162592623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/3320634928162592623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/3320634928162592623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-dias-assim.html' title='Há dias assim...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Sg3HhmunWyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CtdXy1xyRTY/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-1356882748059643739</id><published>2009-05-10T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:16:14.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Sgc1X_YO9aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/57qMr3HjkQ4/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334290969909982626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Sgc1X_YO9aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/57qMr3HjkQ4/s320/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"É uma pena &lt;strong&gt;só &lt;/strong&gt;aprendermos as lições da vida &lt;strong&gt;quando&lt;/strong&gt; já não precisamos delas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Não tenho tanta experiencia assim, para que pense nesta afirmação como um lema, mas a verdade é que me parece ter todo o sentido deste mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Bem sei que voltei muito pouco inspirada e nada do que tenho postado mostra realmente o que sinto. A verdade é que quando fundei este blog essa era a finalidade, mas as coisas por aqui têm andado bastante confusas e dificeis de exprimir, mesmo de pensar....Desta forma tenho deixado posts que de alguma forma e por alguma razão me chamam a atenção. Estou à espera que a inspiração volte!!!&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/23840588-1356882748059643739?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/1356882748059643739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=1356882748059643739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/1356882748059643739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/1356882748059643739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-uma-pena-so-aprendermos-as-licoes-da.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Sgc1X_YO9aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/57qMr3HjkQ4/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-8307426793434235975</id><published>2009-05-08T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:54:37.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Strings - James Morrison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/SgR_HY06ukI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6JtMb5F9H_A/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333527623613725250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/SgR_HY06ukI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6JtMb5F9H_A/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Let me hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you broke me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can't feel anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I love youIt's so untrue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm speaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the voice of someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tried to hold but it hurts too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it all okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't tell you something that aint real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lies worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't like it anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh what are we doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to hold but it hurts too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it all okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that aint real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And lies worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't like it anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we're running through the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When we both know it's too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't tell you something that aint real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lies worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't like it anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I love you a little less than before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the last change to feel again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Não tão intenso, mas...)&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/23840588-8307426793434235975?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/8307426793434235975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=8307426793434235975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/8307426793434235975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/8307426793434235975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-strings-james-morrison.html' title='Broken Strings - James Morrison'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/SgR_HY06ukI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6JtMb5F9H_A/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-3349533553280128181</id><published>2009-05-01T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:23:36.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/SfsT6Q_S8sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/E3aPWByzrc0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330876475636904642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/SfsT6Q_S8sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/E3aPWByzrc0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Nem sempre o que é, é o que tem que ser!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-3349533553280128181?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/3349533553280128181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=3349533553280128181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/3349533553280128181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/3349533553280128181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2009/05/nem-sempre-o-que-e-e-o-que-tem-que-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/SfsT6Q_S8sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/E3aPWByzrc0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-2458796796654885069</id><published>2009-04-29T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:03:57.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade!!!</title><content type='html'>"Há gente que possui a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no seu interior, mas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não a traduz em palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (K. Gibran)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-2458796796654885069?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/2458796796654885069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=2458796796654885069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2458796796654885069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2458796796654885069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2009/04/verdade.html' title='Verdade!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-8246081633463451024</id><published>2009-04-29T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:48:58.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Quando falares, procura que as tuas palavras sejam melhores que o silêncio." (provérbio hindu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Sfjm69ORNgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/teyso-l7CSk/s1600-h/reg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330264059534194178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Sfjm69ORNgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/teyso-l7CSk/s320/reg3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Foi por estas e por outras que me afastei deste cantinho... algum tempo sem aqui postar nada... e agora de repente (não que tenha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nada melhor que o silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) deu-me uma enorme vontade de voltar... E depois de tantas experiências vividas e por viver, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aqui estou!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-8246081633463451024?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/8246081633463451024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=8246081633463451024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/8246081633463451024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/8246081633463451024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-falares-procura-que-as-tuas.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Sfjm69ORNgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/teyso-l7CSk/s72-c/reg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-5097016216268626774</id><published>2007-07-19T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:30:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RqAOjOuRshI/AAAAAAAAADU/QZhhrJ5Byq4/s1600-h/zefa-99999359933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089083577339064850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RqAOjOuRshI/AAAAAAAAADU/QZhhrJ5Byq4/s320/zefa-99999359933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não queriamos que morresses, mas o jardineiro da vida sabe quando colher as suas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mais belas flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Li esta frase e depressa vi que, sem querer, ela foi escrita para ti!!! Tenho muitas saudades tuas avozinha, o tempo passa e as saudades apertam cada vez mais... sei que estás sempre aqui, mas custa muito não te ver!!! Porque não disse as vezes que deveria : Gosto muito,muito, mas mesmo muito de ti!!!&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/23840588-5097016216268626774?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/5097016216268626774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=5097016216268626774' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/5097016216268626774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/5097016216268626774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-queriamos-que-morresses-mas-o.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RqAOjOuRshI/AAAAAAAAADU/QZhhrJ5Byq4/s72-c/zefa-99999359933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-7608532828182808039</id><published>2007-07-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:10:42.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RpwI0uuRseI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6d3t2tEphtI/s1600-h/ponte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087951381010166242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RpwI0uuRseI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6d3t2tEphtI/s320/ponte.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há já muito tempo que não deposito palavras por aqui... as razões são muitas e se pensar muito nenhuma delas é razoalmente desculpa... talvez a verdade seja que não tenho tido nem inspiração nem vontade para passar por aqui! É verdade que os exames não me têm deixado muito tempo, mas também é verdade que o tempo com que fico é aproveitado de forma menos compenetrada e mais fugaz! :P Tenho tentado aproveitar os tempos livres para estar com os amigos e me deliciar com os ultimos momentos na pele de estudante, tem sido giro e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sei que&lt;/span&gt; vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ter saudades....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Saudades de tudo.... dos amigos (que ficam para sempre,mas mais longe)..... dos espaços (nos quais vivi e sobrevivi nos ultimos seis anos)... da casa (que me viu crescer)... do choro... do rizo... de tantas outras coisas que não dá para enumerar... mas sobretudo dos momentos, dos momentos bons; dos momentos menos bons e até dos momentos muito maus, porque foram estes que me fizeram crescer e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"abrir os olhos para a vida"!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que parece um pouco lamechas e até ridiculo o que estou para aqui a dizer, mas a verdade é que tudo o que se está a passar é estranho e novo para mim e senti necessidade de falar sobre o que passou e está a acabar, talvez assim consiga entrar no novo Mundo que se aproxima de forma mais passifica, porque a verdade é que estou aterrorizada com a nova vida que se chega cada vez mais a mim!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Será que vou ter saudades da época de exames????:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-7608532828182808039?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/7608532828182808039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=7608532828182808039' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/7608532828182808039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/7608532828182808039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/07/h-j-muito-tempo-que-no-deposito.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RpwI0uuRseI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6d3t2tEphtI/s72-c/ponte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-5357203978194769492</id><published>2007-06-05T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:51:57.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda há quem a saiba toda....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Devido à velocidade da luz ser superior à do som, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;algumas pessoas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;parecem inteligentes&lt;/span&gt; até as ouvirmos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-5357203978194769492?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/5357203978194769492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=5357203978194769492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/5357203978194769492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/5357203978194769492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/06/ainda-h-quem-saiba-toda.html' title='Ainda há quem a saiba toda....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-696892799524576960</id><published>2007-06-05T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:36:36.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Peso da Pluma"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RmXzcJv0AgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3DGjomP2MgY/s1600-h/lagr12365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072728220281078274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RmXzcJv0AgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3DGjomP2MgY/s320/lagr12365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"às vezes nos irritamos com reacções exageradas do nosso próximo. Fazemos um pequeno comentário uma brincadeira - e eis que a pessoa chora, ou se torna agressiva de mais connosco. Uma lenda do deserto conta a história de um homem que ia mudar de oasis, e comecou a carregar o seu camelo. Colocou os tapetes, os utensilios de cozinha, os baús de roupa - e o camelo aguentou tudo. Quando ia a sair, lembrou-se de uma linda pena azul que seu pai lhe tinha oferecido. Resolveu pega-la e colocou-a em cima do camelo. Neste momento, o animal arriou com o peso, e morreu. O meu camelo não aguentou o peso de uma pena, deve ter pensado o homem.Às vezes julgamos da mesma forma o nosso proximo - sem entender que a nossa brincadeira pode ter sido a gota que transbordou a taça do sofrimento " Paulo Coelho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando achares que existem pessoas que por alguma razão já não são as mesmas ... pensa que secalhar foram as tuas palavras que a magoaram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-696892799524576960?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/696892799524576960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=696892799524576960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/696892799524576960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/696892799524576960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-peso-da-pluma.html' title='&quot;O Peso da Pluma&quot;'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RmXzcJv0AgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3DGjomP2MgY/s72-c/lagr12365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-7851841116957328246</id><published>2007-06-05T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:24:39.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RmXwpZv0AfI/AAAAAAAAACs/atrBHrDxntM/s1600-h/linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072725149379461618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RmXwpZv0AfI/AAAAAAAAACs/atrBHrDxntM/s320/linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Não devemos dar mais aos outros do que aquilo que eles estão habituados receber!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-7851841116957328246?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/7851841116957328246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=7851841116957328246' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/7851841116957328246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/7851841116957328246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/06/verdade.html' title='Verdade!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RmXwpZv0AfI/AAAAAAAAACs/atrBHrDxntM/s72-c/linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-3973495145268398308</id><published>2007-05-31T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:25:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rl9XFiLv46I/AAAAAAAAACc/68NL_b24j6o/s1600-h/1139665877_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rl9X2CLv47I/AAAAAAAAACk/ITETDVyiH48/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070868291253167026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rl9X2CLv47I/AAAAAAAAACk/ITETDVyiH48/s320/maos.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando pensei em partir, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;acabei por ficar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Quando quis fugir, parei e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deixei-te ficar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mais um instante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Quando não soube como reagir, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;deixei-me levar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Quando anseei encontrar-me perdi-me nesse mundo surreal que me faz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sentir estranhamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Passei a deixar de saber se quero ou não ficar, mas o turbilhão de pensamentos que me assola a mente, por estranho que pareça, parece que se dicipa sem se dicipar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-3973495145268398308?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/3973495145268398308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=3973495145268398308' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/3973495145268398308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/3973495145268398308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/05/quando.html' title='Quando...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rl9X2CLv47I/AAAAAAAAACk/ITETDVyiH48/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-3717663763881972594</id><published>2007-05-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:27:01.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RlycYiLv44I/AAAAAAAAACM/Bq2oeJRdNRw/s1600-h/labbra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070099225819210626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RlycYiLv44I/AAAAAAAAACM/Bq2oeJRdNRw/s320/labbra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero-te, sem querer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-3717663763881972594?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/3717663763881972594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=3717663763881972594' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/3717663763881972594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/3717663763881972594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RlycYiLv44I/AAAAAAAAACM/Bq2oeJRdNRw/s72-c/labbra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-4740858928502009988</id><published>2007-05-22T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:09:25.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Porque gosto de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque quero estar a teu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei o que pensas...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei o que sentes... porque já senti...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sinto que tenho de fazê-lo...&lt;br /&gt;Porque te adoro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te... "Por mais longa que seja a noite o sol volta sempre a brilhar"... e quando o sol nascer... e quando o sol se puser  &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTAREI AO TEU LADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque gosto de ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-4740858928502009988?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/4740858928502009988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=4740858928502009988' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/4740858928502009988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/4740858928502009988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/05/porque.html' title='Porque...'/><author><name>Tita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479818862804645727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-5308038755116056480</id><published>2007-05-09T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:25:16.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vais-me deixar ir sem nunca ter estado???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RkJTPt9TsmI/AAAAAAAAACE/URNF-qgK380/s1600-h/000180xw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062700460617740898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RkJTPt9TsmI/AAAAAAAAACE/URNF-qgK380/s320/000180xw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ultimamente têm acontecido coisas muito estranhas neste meu pequeno mundo a que todos chamam cabeça!!! Quando te conheci pensei que era ridiculo tudo o que se estava a passar e até brinquei com toda a situação caricata que nos rodeou... Entretanto algo de muito surreal se passou... Não sei bem como, muito menos porque, mas um dia acordei e pensei que realmente te achava piada... A partir desse momento um torbilhão de sentimentos estranhos e conflituosos tomaram conta da minha cabeça: "Não é possível pensar em alguém que não conheço como se já conhecesse e muito menos é possível sentir a sua falta!!!" Pois é, mas a verdade é que tenho sentido mesmo a tua falta, mesmo que seja uma falta estranha por não ser falta falta (confuso não?). Talvez tenha sentido esta falta pelo facto de nunca ter parado para pensar o porquê dela... Finalmente hoje &lt;strong&gt;parei para pensar&lt;/strong&gt; e vejo que realmente esta falta não tem lógica alguma e por isso vou deixar de pensar em ti... Tu és estranho!!! Deixas-me ir e vir... Não te consigo entender, talvez porque não te conheça, e se não te conheço não posso fazer força para ficar! E fazes-me acreditar, não sei bem explicar como, que não queres que fique, mas também não sabes se queres que vá... (talvez nem penses nisso,provavelmente nem pensas em mim, sei lá...) Sei que pode parecer confuso, mas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gostava de saber se podia ficar mesmo que um dia ou sempre queira partir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-5308038755116056480?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/5308038755116056480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=5308038755116056480' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/5308038755116056480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/5308038755116056480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/05/vais-me-deixar-ir-sem-nunca-ter-estado.html' title='Vais-me deixar ir sem nunca ter estado???'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RkJTPt9TsmI/AAAAAAAAACE/URNF-qgK380/s72-c/000180xw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-2741176601851079379</id><published>2007-05-08T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:28:27.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque sim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RkIDbd9TskI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aa0h29fmoY4/s1600-h/537579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062612701550981698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RkIDbd9TskI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aa0h29fmoY4/s320/537579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RkEkqd9TsjI/AAAAAAAAABs/KIngYz9E56A/s1600-h/nene_gargalhada.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan Adams - Please Forgive Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It still feels like our first night together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like the first kiss and It's gettin' better baby&lt;br /&gt;No one can better this I'm still hold on and you're still the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time our eyes met it's the same feelin'&lt;br /&gt;I get Only feels much stronger and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna love ya longer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You still turn the fire on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So If you're feelin' lonely.. don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the only one I'd ever want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only wanna make it good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I love ya a little more than I should &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please forgive me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know not what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do Please forgive me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop lovin' you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't deny me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pain I'm going through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please forgive me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I need ya like I do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please believe me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every word I say is true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop loving you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still feels like our best times are together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like the first touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're still gettin' closer baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't get close enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still holdin' on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're still number one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the smell of your skin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember all your moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the nights ya know I still do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I'm sure of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the way we make love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the one thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I depend on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is for us to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;With every word and every breath&lt;br /&gt;I'm prayin' That's why I'm sayin'... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui estávamos nós nas nossas musicas (nós sou eu e a filipa, CLARO!!!!) e não é que esta GRANDE musica.... as 2 dissemos ao mesmo tempo: "esta faz-me lembrar momentos da época do Liceu!!!!" E por isso acho que esta merece um post. Ouço esta musica com um GRANDE SORRISO na cara!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-2741176601851079379?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/2741176601851079379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=2741176601851079379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2741176601851079379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2741176601851079379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/05/porque-sim.html' title='Porque sim....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RkIDbd9TskI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aa0h29fmoY4/s72-c/537579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-1747635219909393295</id><published>2007-05-02T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:51:26.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em relação ao post anterior....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atenção!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não estou desesperada à procura de um principe!Há pessoas que entendem o que quero dizer com isto, às outras peço desculpa, mas também não posso explicar!!!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-1747635219909393295?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/1747635219909393295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=1747635219909393295' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/1747635219909393295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/1747635219909393295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/05/em-relao-ao-post-anterior.html' title='Em relação ao post anterior....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-2004661097091986567</id><published>2007-05-02T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:47:42.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou à tua procura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rjkwld9TsiI/AAAAAAAAABk/7dsT0FEGKXA/s1600-h/Kiss_mister_Frog_by_dragonflajka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060129076582527522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rjkwld9TsiI/AAAAAAAAABk/7dsT0FEGKXA/s320/Kiss_mister_Frog_by_dragonflajka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Onde andas que não te vejo????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pode ser que um dia vire principe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-2004661097091986567?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/2004661097091986567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=2004661097091986567' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2004661097091986567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2004661097091986567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/05/estou-tua-procura.html' title='Estou à tua procura...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rjkwld9TsiI/AAAAAAAAABk/7dsT0FEGKXA/s72-c/Kiss_mister_Frog_by_dragonflajka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-29974009406246291</id><published>2007-04-25T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:43:29.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da liberdade!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Ri_LRN9TshI/AAAAAAAAABc/pefSC22MtWE/s1600-h/liberdade-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057484403225375250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Ri_LRN9TshI/AAAAAAAAABc/pefSC22MtWE/s320/liberdade-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porque não gosto de cravos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-29974009406246291?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/29974009406246291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=29974009406246291' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/29974009406246291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/29974009406246291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/04/dia-da-liberdade.html' title='Dia da liberdade!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Ri_LRN9TshI/AAAAAAAAABc/pefSC22MtWE/s72-c/liberdade-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-6870833711258887457</id><published>2007-04-23T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T12:41:21.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desespero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Ri0LvfhIa9I/AAAAAAAAABU/LkbNcf6FPz0/s1600-h/caminhando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056710867149155282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Ri0LvfhIa9I/AAAAAAAAABU/LkbNcf6FPz0/s320/caminhando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anseio encontrar-me... sinto que cada vez mais me afasto de mim!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-6870833711258887457?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/6870833711258887457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=6870833711258887457' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/6870833711258887457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/6870833711258887457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/04/desespero.html' title='Desespero...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Ri0LvfhIa9I/AAAAAAAAABU/LkbNcf6FPz0/s72-c/caminhando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-6543076555742091843</id><published>2007-04-16T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:30:07.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RiQUzj7MJFI/AAAAAAAAABM/9vGJ9ZkXQCQ/s1600-h/AguaNaBoca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054187557865923666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RiQUzj7MJFI/AAAAAAAAABM/9vGJ9ZkXQCQ/s320/AguaNaBoca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-6543076555742091843?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/6543076555742091843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=6543076555742091843' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/6543076555742091843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/6543076555742091843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RiQUzj7MJFI/AAAAAAAAABM/9vGJ9ZkXQCQ/s72-c/AguaNaBoca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-2362293071726760412</id><published>2007-04-13T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:33:29.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é assim o meu mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RiBLND7MJEI/AAAAAAAAABE/o1Qyyj4g3Bw/s1600-h/imagem+bola+blog.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053121469673645122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RiBLND7MJEI/AAAAAAAAABE/o1Qyyj4g3Bw/s320/imagem+bola+blog.png" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RiBEkT7MJDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3B8Hfpb8peE/s1600-h/0002yxtx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cintilante e especial...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-2362293071726760412?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/2362293071726760412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=2362293071726760412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2362293071726760412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2362293071726760412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoje-assim-o-meu-mundo.html' title='Hoje é assim o meu mundo...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RiBLND7MJEI/AAAAAAAAABE/o1Qyyj4g3Bw/s72-c/imagem+bola+blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-2999315741164275978</id><published>2007-04-10T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:17:17.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou bem e não estou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RhwafT7MJCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tvNXJm3uGcQ/s1600-h/dani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051942007229654050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="315" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RhwafT7MJCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tvNXJm3uGcQ/s320/dani.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje estou assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ora me sinto bem, ora me sinto mal!!! Estou bem porque sinto que finalmente me estou a conseguir livrar de tudo o que me acorrentava no passado e não me deixava continuar sem olhar para trás!!! Contudo, estou mal porque nem todos os que estão à minha volta estão bem e isso faz com que fique triste!!! Às vezes parece que nunca posso estar completamente bem, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;há sempre qualquer coisa que insiste em estar mal...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-2999315741164275978?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/2999315741164275978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=2999315741164275978' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2999315741164275978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/2999315741164275978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/04/estou-bem-e-no-estou.html' title='Estou bem e não estou...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RhwafT7MJCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tvNXJm3uGcQ/s72-c/dani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-6998217360687503390</id><published>2007-04-10T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:24:20.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sabes que é para ti que escrevo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rhv_9j7MJBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NG4TvnWz9oc/s1600-h/comboio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051912840106746898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="197" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rhv_9j7MJBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NG4TvnWz9oc/s320/comboio2.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por vezes&lt;/span&gt; o que queremos não é o que queremos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que desejamos não é o que desejamos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que amamos não é o que amamos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O tudo é nada e o nada é tudo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A brisa gélida leva as palavras, os olhares, os gestos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leva tudo o que quero, o que desejo, o que amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afinal que quero eu? Que desejo eu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem me dera &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ter-te aqui&lt;/span&gt; para me ajudar a caminhar na estrada mais dura... a da vida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olho, suspiro, volto a olhar... e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vejo-te lá longe&lt;/span&gt; a olhar para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do lado de lá da janela... O comboio parte, e tu? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt; vais nele, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rumo a outra estrada que não a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;minha.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Maria Ferreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo este poema&lt;/strong&gt;, não só porque foi escrito pela minha gaja linda(esta mulher tem futuro), mas também porque me toca lá no fundo não tanto pelo que sinto agora, mas pelo que já senti em tempos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora sou eu que te escrevo a ti ;) : quando fores muito famosa e editares um livro... já sabes como é: &lt;strong&gt;o primeiro exemplar autografado é MEU!!!!&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/23840588-6998217360687503390?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/6998217360687503390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=6998217360687503390' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/6998217360687503390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/6998217360687503390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/04/sabes-que-para-ti-que-escrevo.html' title='&quot;Sabes que é para ti que escrevo&quot;'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/Rhv_9j7MJBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NG4TvnWz9oc/s72-c/comboio2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-6500353021125705953</id><published>2007-04-09T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:22:10.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RhrYhV5HqJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oCXomGRhNyY/s1600-h/ori2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051587999373437074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="134" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RhrYhV5HqJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oCXomGRhNyY/s320/ori2.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Meu interesse é no futuro, porque é lá que passarei o resto da minha vida. "&lt;br /&gt;(Charles F. Kettering)"&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/23840588-6500353021125705953?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/6500353021125705953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=6500353021125705953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/6500353021125705953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/6500353021125705953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/04/interesse.html' title='Interesse?'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RhrYhV5HqJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oCXomGRhNyY/s72-c/ori2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-7791533277445096747</id><published>2007-03-05T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:53:08.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RexmeOQHluI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V018SHhNwiI/s1600-h/sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038514752528553698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RexmeOQHluI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V018SHhNwiI/s320/sonho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A arte é uma mentira que nos faz perceber a verdade"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PICASSO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-7791533277445096747?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/7791533277445096747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=7791533277445096747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/7791533277445096747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/7791533277445096747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/03/mesmo.html' title='Mesmo...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RexmeOQHluI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V018SHhNwiI/s72-c/sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-1486221653537089027</id><published>2007-03-03T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:26:07.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lindo!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RenLSuQHltI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YlkzuM6OExU/s1600-h/IMG_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037781180704331474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RenLSuQHltI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YlkzuM6OExU/s320/IMG_0747.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O VERDADEIRO AMOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; É COMO OS FANTASMAS, TODOS FALAM DELE MAS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NINGUÉM O VIU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-1486221653537089027?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/1486221653537089027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=1486221653537089027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/1486221653537089027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/1486221653537089027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2007/03/lindo.html' title='lindo!!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8tsj9cE-BIk/RenLSuQHltI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YlkzuM6OExU/s72-c/IMG_0747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-116736045188367944</id><published>2006-12-28T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T18:52:31.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fácil de entender" - The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/2467/1600/179857/lindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/2467/320/407828/lindo.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Talvez por não saber falar de cor, Imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por saber o que não será melhor, Aproximei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu corpo é o teu corpo o desejo entregue a nós&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá eu o que queres dizer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Despedir-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;Adeus um dia voltarei a ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;não sei, o que é sentir, se por falar falei&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talvez por não saber falar de cor, Imaginei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Triste é o virar de costas, o último adeus&lt;br /&gt;Sabe Deus o que quero dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Tratar de mim,&lt;br /&gt;olhar para mim,&lt;br /&gt;escutar quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;e se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;não sei o que é sentir, se por falar falei&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É o amor, que chega ao fim, um final assim, assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;é mais fácil de entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;não sei o que é sentir, se por falar falei&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Resolvi deixar aqui esta musica porque, embora não aprecie The Gift, a verdade que esta é uma grande musica, deixa qualquer um em delírio!!!&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/23840588-116736045188367944?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/116736045188367944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=116736045188367944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116736045188367944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116736045188367944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/12/fcil-de-entender-gift.html' title='&quot;Fácil de entender&quot; - The Gift'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-116171433016393872</id><published>2006-10-24T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:25:30.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="83" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/lua.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"... as artes ou as ciências práticas (...) não se aprendem só especulando, senão exercitando. Como se aprende a escrever? Escrevendo. Como se aprende a navegar? Navegando. Assim também se há-de aprender a morrer, não só meditando, mas morrendo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Padre António Vieira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Li este texto e lembrei-me de ti! Nunca te vou esquecer e já &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tenho tantas saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que não dá para enumerar, sei que vou ter muitas mais e cada vez mais, mas vou sempre recordar-te com esse sorriso peculiar que te é tão caracteristico e pensar em ti como se estivesses comigo, porque &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sei que estás e vais estar sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho muitas saudades avózinha, mas sei que estás bem!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adoro-te tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-116171433016393872?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/116171433016393872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=116171433016393872' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116171433016393872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116171433016393872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-116119679551712617</id><published>2006-10-18T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:39:55.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para aquelas que já não o esperam!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;O que eu quero mesmo é que sejas feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Não sei se sabes, talvez não tenhas tido tempo para perceber que para mim sempre foi e será isso o mais importante, mesmo que a vida te leve para outros caminhos e que nem sequer voltes a cruzar-te comigo.Não tivemos tempo para nada, o tempo é um ladrão, mas tu és um ladrão ainda mais esperto, porque roubas tempo ao tempo e foi assim que entraste a saíste da minha vida como um furacão, chamei-te El Niño e tu riste-te com a tristeza das crianças quando estão cansadas, e eu agora vou assistindo a cada dia que passa ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;crescimento de um fosso imenso entre nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, apesar de todo o amor que sentimos um pelo outro. Já reparaste que este verbo conjugado nesta pessoa é igualzinho no passado e no presente? Mas isso agora não interessa, porque nem tu o queres conjugar em nenhum tempo nem modo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;nem eu espero que o faças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-116119679551712617?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/116119679551712617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=116119679551712617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116119679551712617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116119679551712617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/10/para-aquelas-que-j-no-o-esperam.html' title='Para aquelas que já não o esperam!!'/><author><name>Tita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479818862804645727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-116119474991381429</id><published>2006-10-18T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:16:13.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/616/1600/Img008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/616/200/Img008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;É uma coisa estranhíssima esta de gostar de ser chato, de fazer gala em andar tristonho ou mal-disposto, de dizer mal de tudo e culpar o mundo pela nossa tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (...) Por que é que nunca estamos contentes com o que temos? (...) Não se queixem das vidas difíceis, (...) há muito sol e muito sossego, não estamos em guerra nem dominados por nenhuma corja taliban; isto &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é um paraíso, é preciso respirá-lo, aproveitá-lo explorá-lo e saboreá-lo até ao fim das nossas vidas."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Eu já fui assim&lt;/span&gt;...achava que se eu tava mal...mal, tudo tinha de estar!!Achava-me reduzida a zero, sem uma meta, sem um caminho, sentia-me escura, vazia, perdida...e afinal tinha tudo!E tenho, porque voltei ao meu caminho, corrigi o que estava mal...e hoje... &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sou apaixonadamente FELIZ!Porque?Porque sou EU!!&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/23840588-116119474991381429?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/116119474991381429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=116119474991381429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116119474991381429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116119474991381429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/10/vidas.html' title='Vidas...'/><author><name>Tita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479818862804645727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-116095474791815089</id><published>2006-10-15T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:25:47.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/danid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/danid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transforma-se o amador na cousa amada,&lt;br /&gt;Por virtude de muito imaginar;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho, logo, mais que desejar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois em mim tenho a parte desejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nela está minha alma transformada,&lt;br /&gt;Que mais deseja o corpo de alcançar?&lt;br /&gt;Em si somente pode descansar.&lt;br /&gt;Pois consigo tal alma está liada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas esta linda e pura semideia,&lt;br /&gt;Que, como um acidente em seu sujeito,&lt;br /&gt;Assim co'a alma minha se conforma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está no pensamento como ideia;&lt;br /&gt;(E) o vivo e puro amor de que sou feito,&lt;br /&gt;Como a matéria simples que busca a forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Luís de Camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro este poema e hoje apeteceu-me deixá-lo aqui!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-116095474791815089?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/116095474791815089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=116095474791815089' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116095474791815089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116095474791815089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/10/genial.html' title='Genial...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-116009706306551148</id><published>2006-10-05T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:16:03.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gente vai continuar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/n%20pnses%20nisso.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/n%20pnses%20nisso.0.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/pensar1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tira a mão do queixo, não penses mais nisso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que lá vai já deu o que tinha a dar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem ganhou, ganhou e usou-se disso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem perdeu há-de ter mais cartas para dar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E enquanto alguns fazem figura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outros sucumbem à batota &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chega aonde tu quiseres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas goza bem a tua rota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gente vai continuar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gente não vai parar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos nós pagamos por tudo o que usamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sistema é antigo e não poupa ninguém, não &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somos todos escravos do que precisamos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reduz as necessidades se queres passar bem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a dependência é uma besta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que dá cabo do desejo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a liberdade é uma maluca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que sabe quanto vale um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gente vai continuar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gente não vai parar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gente vai continuar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gente não vai parar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jorge Palma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-116009706306551148?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/116009706306551148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=116009706306551148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116009706306551148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116009706306551148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/10/gente-vai-continuar.html' title='A Gente vai continuar...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-116009388425299170</id><published>2006-10-05T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:19:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Felicidade!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="309" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/pensamento.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cada um é tão feliz quanto acredita sê-lo" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Séneca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-116009388425299170?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/116009388425299170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=116009388425299170' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116009388425299170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/116009388425299170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/10/felicidade.html' title='A Felicidade!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115983887703529616</id><published>2006-10-02T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:27:57.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é meu... fica comigo para sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/27525415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/27525415.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Os ventos que por vezes nos tiram algo que amamos, são os mesmos que nos trazem algo que aprendemos a amar... Por isso, não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim aprender a amar o que nos foi dado... &lt;strong&gt;pois &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso nunca se vai para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LINDO!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115983887703529616?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115983887703529616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115983887703529616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115983887703529616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115983887703529616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-que-meu-fica-comigo-para-sempre.html' title='O que é meu... fica comigo para sempre!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115940951736303343</id><published>2006-09-27T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:13:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuo à espera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/palacios%20desertos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/palacios%20desertos.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porque tudo sempre muda,&lt;br /&gt;Mas mantém-se igual há demasiado tempo…&lt;br /&gt;E eu angustio pela derradeira mudança…"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115940951736303343?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115940951736303343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115940951736303343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115940951736303343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115940951736303343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/09/continuo-espera.html' title='Continuo à espera...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115336734422630364</id><published>2006-07-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:49:04.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrumações....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/male_body_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="278" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/male_body_2.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi dia de arrumações cá em casa! Finalmente mais um ano passou e parece que chegou a hora do merecido descanço!!!! Ao arrumar as coisinhas para rumar a casa e iniciar mais umas férias que acabaram de começa, fiquei nostálgica ... As arrumações fazem-me perceber que há muito mais para arrumar do que imagino, não só cá em casa como também (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e principalmente&lt;/span&gt;) na minha cabeça.... Há tantas coisas que me faltam arrumar no local mais indicado, mas como posso fazer isso se eu própria ainda não sei onde as colocar sem partir nada nem me magoar?&lt;br /&gt;Consigo ver exactamente os locais perfeitos onde te arrumar a ti e a tudo o que te faço rodear... mas depois receio que me possa vir a arrepender e nunca mais te encontre... Era mais fácil "guardar-te numa caixinha e guardar-te só para mim", mas sei que isso é impossível...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Talvez seja melhor deixar-te por aqui...desarrumado.... mas aqui!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115336734422630364?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115336734422630364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115336734422630364' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115336734422630364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115336734422630364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/07/arrumaes.html' title='Arrumações....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115336506136401694</id><published>2006-07-19T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:23:23.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere only we know - Keane Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/ceu_estrelado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/ceu_estrelado.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked across an empty land&lt;br /&gt;I knew the pathway like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;I felt the earth beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the river and it made me complete&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a fallen tree&lt;br /&gt;I felt the branches of it looking at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this the place we used to love?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why don't we go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115336506136401694?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115336506136401694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115336506136401694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115336506136401694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115336506136401694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/07/somewhere-only-we-know-keane-lyrics.html' title='Somewhere only we know - Keane Lyrics'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115336366373946202</id><published>2006-07-19T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:53:44.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause to love you mean so much more - Fingertips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/olhos_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/olhos_03.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/608/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I'm felling blue&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems ok&lt;br /&gt;I see her eyes and&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Things don't go so well&lt;br /&gt;I see her eyes and I&lt;br /&gt;forget the tears that fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone in the street&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared and tired&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my whole life&lt;br /&gt;I felt desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far from home&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't want to be found&lt;br /&gt;I run into your arms and they bring my feet back to the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Cause to love you means so much more (2X)&lt;br /&gt;When I need to cry you make me try&lt;br /&gt;I want to die and ask me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't fight no more&lt;br /&gt;When I'm felling down&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her eyes and I believe..we'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone in the street&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared and tired&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my whole life I felt desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far from home&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't want to be found&lt;br /&gt;I run into your arms and they bring my feet back to the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS (2X)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause to love you means so much more (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Cause to love you means so much more (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I wanted to stop&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to fail&lt;br /&gt;I saw your eyes and I believed there's so much more…&lt;br /&gt;So much more… so much more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115336366373946202?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115336366373946202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115336366373946202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115336366373946202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115336366373946202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/07/cause-to-love-you-mean-so-much-more.html' title='&apos;Cause to love you mean so much more - Fingertips'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115275515329901024</id><published>2006-07-12T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:59:09.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito mais fácil!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/saudade-ricardotavares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/saudade-ricardotavares.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/FiratLeuphrates.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/untitled.;_;.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/FiratLeuphrates.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Não só quem nos odeia ou nos inveja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nos limita e oprime; quem nos ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não menos nos limita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Que os deuses me concedam que, despido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;De afectos, tenha a fria liberdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dos pincaros sem nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quem quer pouco, tem tudo; quem quer nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É livre; quem não tem, e não deseja,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Homem, é igual aos deuses."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como gosto da mensagem que Ricardo Reis passa neste poema... era tão bom que conseguíssemos ser desprovidos de desejos e sentimentos.... Como tudo se tornava mais fácil.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115275515329901024?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115275515329901024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115275515329901024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115275515329901024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115275515329901024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/07/muito-mais-fcil.html' title='Muito mais fácil!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115275271415251232</id><published>2006-07-12T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:05:14.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não consigo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/heaven.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais me afasto mais me chego, quanto menos quero, mais preciso!!! Anseio dormir e acordar completamente solta de tudo o que me acorrenta, mas é cada vez mais difícil... Ansiei conseguir, embora não consiga... continuo acorrentada a tudo aquilo a que não posso! Preciso de respirar ar novo, mas é-me impossível!!! O que mais preciso é de tudo aquilo de que fujo....&lt;br /&gt;Fujo com a maior força que consigo.... e acabo sempre por voltar aqui, a este mundo que passou a ilusório e que, apesar de tudo, me faz tão bem!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me bem quando estás e já nem me sinto assim tão mal quando não estás, mas em qualquer momento preciso de ti!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não saias daqui!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115275271415251232?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115275271415251232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115275271415251232' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115275271415251232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115275271415251232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-consigo.html' title='Não consigo!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115267563020562261</id><published>2006-07-11T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:42:40.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Buble - Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/27525416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="313" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/27525416.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma das mais lindas musicas de sempre!!! Não sei bem porquê, mas sempre que estou triste, faz-me bem ouvi-la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two“&lt;br /&gt;I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but&lt;br /&gt;I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;That this is not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;In even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m doneI gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all be all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115267563020562261?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115267563020562261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115267563020562261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115267563020562261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115267563020562261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/07/michael-buble-home.html' title='Michael Buble - Home'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115197335232630255</id><published>2006-07-03T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:35:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela da tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/AXR002067.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/AXR002067.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Era a tarde mais longa de todas as tardes que me acontecia&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperava por ti, tu não vinhas, tardavas e eu entardecia&lt;br /&gt;Era tarde, tão tarde, que a boca, tardando-lhe o beijo, mordia&lt;br /&gt;Quando à boca da noite surgiste na tarde tal rosa tardia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nós nos olhámos tardámos no beijo que a boca pedia&lt;br /&gt;E na tarde ficámos unidos ardendo na luz que morria&lt;br /&gt;Em nós dois nessa tarde em que tanto tardaste o sol amanhecia&lt;br /&gt;Era tarde de mais para haver outra noite, para haver outro dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela da tarde&lt;br /&gt;Que o luar te amanheça e o meu corpo te guarde&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Se tu és a alegria ou se és a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a noite mais bela de todas as noites que me adormeceram&lt;br /&gt;Dos nocturnos silêncios que à noite de aromas e beijos se encheram&lt;br /&gt;Foi a noite em que os nossos dois corpos cansados não adormeceram&lt;br /&gt;E da estrada mais linda da noite uma festa de fogo fizeram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram noites e noites que numa só noite nos aconteceram&lt;br /&gt;Era o dia da noite de todas as noites que nos precederam&lt;br /&gt;Era a noite mais clara daqueles que à noite amando se deram&lt;br /&gt;E entre os braços da noite de tanto se amarem, vivendo morreram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela da tarde&lt;br /&gt;Que o luar te amanheça e o meu corpo te guarde&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amo&lt;br /&gt;rEu não tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Se tu és a alegria ou se és a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amorEu não tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei, meu amor, se o que digo é ternura, se é riso, se é pranto&lt;br /&gt;É por ti que adormeço e acordo e acordado recordo no canto&lt;br /&gt;Essa tarde em que tarde surgiste dum triste e profundo recanto&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite em que cedo nasceste despida de mágoa e de espanto&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, nunca é tarde nem cedo para quem se quer tanto!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Um dos poemas mais lindos de Ary dos Santos, cantado por Carlos do Carmo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115197335232630255?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115197335232630255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115197335232630255' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115197335232630255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115197335232630255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/07/estrela-da-tarde.html' title='Estrela da tarde'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115188696124424942</id><published>2006-07-02T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:36:01.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/cores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/cores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há já algum tempo que não passo por aqui... A minha inspiração não tem andado no seu auge, por isso hoje deixo esta imagem que acho LINDA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115188696124424942?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115188696124424942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115188696124424942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115188696124424942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115188696124424942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/07/h-j-algum-tempo-que-no-passo-por-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115094064225331930</id><published>2006-06-21T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:44:02.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje mais que nunca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/9600890058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/9600890058.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua falta, sinto ainda mais a minha... Sinto-me vazia e ao mesmo tempo completa por um torbilhão de sentimentos que não consigo descrever.... Sinto-me perdida, mas sem vontade de me encontrar.... Enfim, hoje mais do que nunca precisava de ti aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115094064225331930?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115094064225331930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115094064225331930' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115094064225331930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115094064225331930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/06/hoje-mais-que-nunca.html' title='Hoje mais que nunca...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115093588006270090</id><published>2006-06-21T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:37:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para nós!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/fire_staff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/fire_staff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/angustia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/aurora_boreal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença, a subtil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E aprendes a construir todas as tuas estradas de hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(...)E que apesar da bondade que reside numa pessoa, ela poderá ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoá-la por isso.(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendes que as circunstâncias e os ambientes têm influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.(...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descobres que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que se quer ser, e que o tempo é curto. (...)Aprendes que, ou controlas os teus actos ou eles te controlarão e que ser flexível nem sempre significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, existem sempre os dois lados.(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendes que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer enfrentando as consequências.(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendes que paciência requer muita prática.(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descobres que só porque alguém não te ama da forma que desejas, não significa que esse alguém não te ama com tudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso. (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas, poderás ser em algum momento condenado.(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços o teu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que tu o consertes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendes que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás. Portanto, planta o teu jardim e decora a tua alma, ao invés de esperares que alguém te traga flores.E aprendes que realmente podes suportar mais... que és realmente forte, e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais. E que realmente a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;vida tem valor e que tu tens valor diante da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!As nossas dádivas são traidoras e fazem-nos perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é minhas gajas, temos que aprender tudo isto e muito mais.... e depois..... encontramos o caminho da felicidade!!! lol ( esperamos )&lt;br /&gt;Beijos para todas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115093588006270090?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115093588006270090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115093588006270090' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115093588006270090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115093588006270090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-ns.html' title='Para nós!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115073416358588712</id><published>2006-06-19T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:33:13.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/616/1600/casal_areia_2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/616/320/casal_areia_2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida ensinou-me poucas coisas e com o passar dos anos só aprendi que tudo se desaprende e tudo muda, por isso &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;confio mais em mim do que nos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e sei que o apego é como uma droga leve, que vai tomando conta de nós todos os dias mais um bocadinho, mas se tudo correr bem, o medo acabará por se ir embora e poderei enfim descansar mesmo durante a viagem, desde que estejas por perto, dessa forma tão sábia e subtil que só tu conheces (...) Não sei quantas formas de amor existem no mundo, mas se os árabes têm 99 nomes diferentes para o mesmo deus, então os homens podem inventar infinitas formas diferentes de amar. (...) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;O amor tem muitas formas e muitas cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mas só um segredo o faz resistir à mudança dos mundos e quem sabe se tu, (...) tens a chave do nosso amor guardada no peito à espera que eu a descubra e a vá buscar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115073416358588712?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115073416358588712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115073416358588712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115073416358588712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115073416358588712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-words.html' title='Just Words...'/><author><name>Tita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479818862804645727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115073051146615735</id><published>2006-06-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:21:51.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não preciso dizer mais nada: a Ti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/616/1600/areia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/616/320/areia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meteste-te num avião à pressa e deixaste o meu coração em estado de sítio. Às vezes ainda caio na armadilha do teu charme, vou jantar contigo como quem vai ao cinema com um velho amigo e quando me levanto da mesa depois de duas horas de êxtase, demoro três semanas a descer outra vez à terra. (...) Apareces e desapareces (...) e ris-te do meu amor louco e desajeitado por ti como se eu fosse um cão e tu o gato que me toureia e atormenta. (...) cada vez que te vais embora e me castigas com semanas a fio de silêncio (...) sinto que não sou nada nem ninguém enquanto não me esquecer de ti.(...) Daqui a dois ou três meses tu vais voltar, voltas sempre porque mesmo sem teres terra sabes que é aqui o teu canto (...) por isso demora o tempo que quiseres, que eu por cá me aguento, entre mortos e feridos, atrás das trincheiras do meu coração de cão fraco e tonto. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115073051146615735?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115073051146615735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115073051146615735' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115073051146615735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115073051146615735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-preciso-dizer-mais-nada-ti.html' title='Não preciso dizer mais nada: a Ti!'/><author><name>Tita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479818862804645727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115066565471040343</id><published>2006-06-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:19:11.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti que sabes quem és!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/untitled_____.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/untitled_____.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabes o quanto gosto de ti? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vai daqui ao céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sabes o quanto preciso de ti? Preciso tanto que nem consigo expressar por palavras! é tão dificil ver-te assim e não poder fazer nada para te ajudar... sinto-me incapaz.... mas sei que vais sair dessa e voltar a ser tudo o que eras, ou melhor, tudo o que és!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adoro-te tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que não dá para explicar, sinto-te tanto que não me consigo abstrair de ti, aconteça o que acontecer no resto da minha vida, agora sei que tu és uma das minhas prioridades e que vou estar sempre contigo, porque afinal, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabe tão bem ter-te por perto!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sei que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vais recuperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e sei que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu também sabes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!Sei que doi muito e custa ainda mais, mas também sei, mais que tudo, que vais ficar bem e que estes tempos vão ser como um sonho mau, que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vai passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adoro-te tanto,tanto,tanto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitos beijos para ti que sabes quem és!!!! &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/23840588-115066565471040343?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115066565471040343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115066565471040343' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115066565471040343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115066565471040343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-ti-que-sabes-quem-s.html' title='Para ti que sabes quem és!!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115066221422302721</id><published>2006-06-18T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T16:07:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensem nisto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/persistencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/persistencia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/persistencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Os valores passam. E as religiões. E todos os sistemas complicados de madura reflexão. E o mais. O Homem fica. Como não fixar nele o absoluto de tudo? Decerto um dia morrerá também. Mas o antes e o depois dele não existem. Valerá a pena falar disso? Valerá mesmo a pena insistir no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;valor da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que é a evidência primeira antes de toda a evidência?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixa os outros discutirem entre si a enrolarem-se na aflição de concluirem o que tu já concluiste ao abrires os olhos sobre ti. Antes e depois não há mais nada. E no intervalo está tudo. Não há razão nenhuma que demonstre que o sol existe, exepto o existir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Negar a razão à vida é dá-la à morte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Porque é que hás-de fazer a troca? Olha o sol. Aquece-te. Estás bem. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Vergilio Ferreira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;in&lt;em&gt; Pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115066221422302721?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115066221422302721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115066221422302721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115066221422302721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115066221422302721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/06/pensem-nisto.html' title='Pensem nisto...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115033917651387560</id><published>2006-06-14T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:39:36.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom fim-de-semana!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/esta%20noite%20em%20Lisboa%20(pensamentos%20nocturnos)A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/esta%20noite%20em%20Lisboa%20%28pensamentos%20nocturnos%29A.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao percorrer a imensidão de fotos que a Ju retirou do pc da Maria, fiquei apaixonada por esta e tive vontade de a deixar aqui antes de ir de Fim- de- semana prolongado!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Beijo para todos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115033917651387560?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115033917651387560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115033917651387560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115033917651387560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115033917651387560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/06/bom-fim-de-semana.html' title='Bom fim-de-semana!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-115033794844427338</id><published>2006-06-14T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:19:08.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profundo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/1140856005_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/1140856005_f.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Não há na mesma alma lugar para duas paixões.&lt;/strong&gt; Não podem as duas morar na casa finamente esculpida. O amor tem na fantasia o seu sustento. É através dela que nos tornamos mais sábios que aquilo que julgamos, melhores que aquilo que supomos, mais nobres que aquilo que somos. É através dela que a vida é compreendida inteira. É através dela e só através dela, que os outros são pensáveis nas suas ligações reais assim como nas suas ligações ideais. &lt;strong&gt;Só o belo e delicadamente concebido satisfaz o amor&lt;/strong&gt;. Ao ódio, porém, qualquer coisa engorda." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oscar Wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;in, &lt;em&gt;the profundis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115033794844427338?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115033794844427338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115033794844427338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/115033794844427338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/104366674.jpg" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu quero amar,&lt;br /&gt;amar perdidamente,&lt;br /&gt;amar só por amar,&lt;br /&gt;aqui e além,&lt;br /&gt;mais este e aquele,&lt;br /&gt;o outro e toda a gente,&lt;br /&gt;amar, amar&lt;br /&gt;e não amar ninguém."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-115016315795595779?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/115016315795595779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=115016315795595779' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/1139665877_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/1136647100_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="78" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/1136647100_t.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; da outra pessoa não está no que ela te revela, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas naquilo que não pode revelar-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se quiseres compreende-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; não escutes o que ela te diz, mas antes&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;o que te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Gibran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114901161298508853?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114901161298508853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114901161298508853' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114901161298508853'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/166613562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O que é a vida senão um ponto de interrogação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114900942349936765?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114900942349936765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114900942349936765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114900942349936765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114900942349936765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-que-vida-seno-um-ponto-de-interrogao.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114894859362201020</id><published>2006-05-29T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:19:07.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/120423048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/120423048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" É como se a gente não soubesse para que lado foi a vida..... porquê tanta solidão, e não é a dor que me entristece.... é não ter uma saída!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114894859362201020?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114894859362201020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114894859362201020' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114894859362201020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114894859362201020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/como-se-gente-no-soubesse-para-que.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114833993375300761</id><published>2006-05-22T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:20:09.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leva-me Contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/maos.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para tudo,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo me faz chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Tu deixas-me mudo,&lt;br /&gt;Já não posso mais falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estás confusa,&lt;br /&gt;mas isso é normal,&lt;br /&gt;Para mim és uma musa,&lt;br /&gt;E muito especial…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não te vejo há um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Para mim pareceu-me um mês,&lt;br /&gt;Já te disse o que sentia,&lt;br /&gt;Agora é a tua vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me voar,&lt;br /&gt;quero sair daqui,&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar noutro lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Queria te ter só a ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ti estou seguro,&lt;br /&gt;E daqui não vou sair,&lt;br /&gt;Nem que atravesse o muro,&lt;br /&gt;Com risco de cair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me largues mais,&lt;br /&gt;eu não te quero perder,&lt;br /&gt;Tens que voltar ao cais,&lt;br /&gt;que sem ti não sei viver…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já senti a plenitude,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que tinha feito,&lt;br /&gt;Eras a minha virtude,&lt;br /&gt;nunca foste o meu defeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te o que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Não pareces entender,&lt;br /&gt;É verdade eu não minto,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mesmo que te ver…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Na palma da tua mão,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Pisar mais este chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me p’ra longe,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não consigo andar,&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Teu mundo e meu lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram-se as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que saíam de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Se estivesses onde estavas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentia-te em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;E outra a seguir,&lt;br /&gt;Abraços já são três,&lt;br /&gt;já te estou a sentir…&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero enganar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentia-me tão bem,&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem ti não sou ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes prender-me em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Podes voltar a gostar,&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que eu te fiz,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tento mudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto ver-te assim,&lt;br /&gt;Tu sentes-te culpada&lt;br /&gt;Eu é que ponho a culpa em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Pois sempre foste pressionada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenta perceber,&lt;br /&gt;Não te sintas mal,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo em ti é especial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma página rasgada,&lt;br /&gt;E arrancada pelo vento,&lt;br /&gt;Não penso em mais nada,&lt;br /&gt;Não me sais do pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás em todo lado,&lt;br /&gt;Nas paredes e no mar&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ficar parado,&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero largar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa a noite e o dia,&lt;br /&gt;Sem que eu os sinta a passar,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Era o tempo a parar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficava sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a pensar demais,&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez é o caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Para nascer os meus ideais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Na palma da tua mão,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Pisar mais este chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me p’ra longe,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não consigo andar,&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Teu mundo e meu lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram-se as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que saíam de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Se estivesses onde estavas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentia-te em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;E outra a seguir,&lt;br /&gt;Abraços já são três,&lt;br /&gt;já te estou a sentir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duarte Rosado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114833993375300761?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114833993375300761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114833993375300761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114833993375300761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114833993375300761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/leva-me-contigo.html' title='Leva-me Contigo'/><author><name>Joana Tomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716875869518614762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114805260899603577</id><published>2006-05-19T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:01:29.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só Minha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/2.0.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De uma maneira ou de outra,&lt;br /&gt;com calma, sem pressa,&lt;br /&gt;de olhos cerrados,&lt;br /&gt;e cabelos soltos,&lt;br /&gt;percebo cada vez mais que sou minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feita de gelo,&lt;br /&gt;feita de chama,&lt;br /&gt;mudo-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louca Feliz por nada ter sentido,&lt;br /&gt;embalo o ar,&lt;br /&gt;e deixo-me ser,&lt;br /&gt;sem ter de pensar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114805260899603577?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114805260899603577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114805260899603577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114805260899603577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114805260899603577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/s-minha.html' title='Só Minha'/><author><name>Joana Tomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716875869518614762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114731294707382358</id><published>2006-05-10T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:02:27.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/Daniel_Gieseke-gal09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/Daniel_Gieseke-gal09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ninguém sabe ao certo qual a fronteira entre a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOR&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRAZER&lt;/span&gt;: muitas vezes penso que é impossível separá-los. Dás-me tanta&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alegria&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que chega a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e causas-me tanta &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que chego a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114731294707382358?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114731294707382358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114731294707382358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114731294707382358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114731294707382358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/ningum-sabe-ao-certo-qual-fronteira.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114731231891046016</id><published>2006-05-10T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:23:37.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bem, passados 3 meses cá está a reportagem mais esperada do ano, dias 18,19,20 e 21 de Fevereiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Festinhas de Amiais de Baixo, a bombar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite de sexta-feira, dia 17, infelizmente, muito infelizmente mesmo, não está em fotos, mas temos muita pena porque foi uma noite BOMBÁSTICA. Depois de chegadas de Lisboa começamos nos planos para a grande noite que se adivinhava.....Como não podia deixar de ser à hora de jantar já estavam todos muito felizes menos a nani que ficou bêbeda num estantito,chegou tarde (2h) ao recinto mas às duas e meia já cantava "Feel the love generation" LOL!!!! Rumados ao Stereo a noite acabou às 8 da manhã!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia 18, Sabado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda a festa estava no começo e estes gajos já estavam trelidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20008.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jo, Ana, Mota e Miguel, no sotão da Xixa, a nossa segunda casa :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20016.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ju a caloira nestas andanças!!! Para primeira vez saiste-te muito bem, embora tenhas sido a que mais dormiu e tenhas arruinado o balcão do bar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sim porque lá em casa toda a gente acorda à hora das refeições, menos as visitas,né???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desta noite por motivos técnicos, mais especificamente a grande bebedeira do fotógrafo de serviço, não existem fotos para mais tarde recordar!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia 19:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A festa continuou e.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;À saída de casa a nossa desgraça começava:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carrinhos de Choque a Bombar... a pista era só nossa, LOL&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/Mi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/Mi.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Miguel estás a ver bem??? LOL&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20018.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Cindy e Ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Já no recinto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20091.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bela e Miguel tentam pousar sérios, mas uma tentativa falhada, LOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Muito Whisky-cola...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20020.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Nando, Bela e Cindy&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20031.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Ju e Nuno primo, LOL&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20048.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Nani, ela bem dizia que não gosta muito de chapéus... ainda bem!LOL&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20060.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Bela, mais uma vez, e Xixa piquena tonta&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20073.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ju e Bruno "Aurélio". O homem que parte cadeiras,LOL&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20083.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;os quatro fantásticos... Ju (num momento emocional), Nuno, Gonçalo (o único primo são, e com paciência de santo), Nani pa finalizar (a cara dela diz tudo)LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonçalinho temos muitas saudaditas tuas!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/sony%20114.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/sony%20114.0.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Como pudémos constatar estavamos todos, Felizes, contentes e cançados, muitoooooooooo cançados, a meio da noite. Muito ainda havia para acontecer!!! Foi uma noite em que até o impossivel se tornou possivel: Houve pernas partidas, joelhos dormentes, mãos rachadas, balcões partidos enfim, a Destruição Total&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Maltidos sapatos" era o que a Nani ia dizendo durante toda a noite, até que a Cindy se aprontou para trocar os sapatos com a prima... e aí era ver a Nani correr pelo recinto aliviada (depois não querias ter dores por todo o corpo!) Enfim, a noite estava agora a começar!!! &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="left"&gt;Já no Stereo, a loucura continuou e foi aí que tudo se desgraçou...&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/LOL!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/LOL%21.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;João e Ju a bombar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/LOL.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;João, Rita e Ju (de emplastro)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia 20:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quim Barreiros prometia uma grande noite... e como o prometido é devido:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/P2210014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/P2210014.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ju, Mary Nights e Malibu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Acabadas de chegar, mal sabiam o que lhes esperava... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/P2210015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/P2210015.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mary Nights, Malibu, Costela (pai da Nani e do Miguel) e Ju&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Frase da noite: "Joana tu andas a beber é o RedVolta... pa casa"&lt;/span&gt; (by Costela)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Embora, a festa tenha continuado o nosso de cansaço puro e duro não nos permitiu continuar a sessão de fotos! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Para o ano há mais, e ficamos à espera!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Já tenho saudades... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114731231891046016?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114731231891046016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114731231891046016' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114731231891046016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114731231891046016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/bem-passados-3-meses-c-est-reportagem.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114730725204215050</id><published>2006-05-10T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:27:32.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/1139837151_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/1139837151_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Carrego ao peito o meu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, como se de um amoleto se tratasse, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quer tu gostes ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114730725204215050?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114730725204215050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114730725204215050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114730725204215050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114730725204215050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/carrego-ao-peito-o-meu-orgulho-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114720180015471774</id><published>2006-05-09T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:14:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/616/1600/temp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/616/320/temp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tempo que passo ao vosso lado é simplesmente o melhor! Há tempo para rir... para chorar... para partilhar... para aprender e sobretudo há tempo e espaço para esta amizade que nos une! É bom saber que tenho alguém a minha espera quando chego a casa...é bom saber que tenho alguém para dar na cabeça (ou que me dê a mim), é bom saber que vos tenho em qualquer tempo... O mundo é um ir e vir permanente... assim como a vida... mas tenho a certeza que apesar de um dia termos horas, minutos ou segundos de distância, taremos smp jumtas... pois não seria possivel viver sem o riso e os saltinhos da ju, as comédias da daniela (tipo: Ataques de hipotermia...lol) e os ataques de riso do nada da Marta..lol...Momentos que fazem da nossa vida uma continua animação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terei smp tempo, para vos dizer que vos adoro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114720180015471774?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114720180015471774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114720180015471774' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114720180015471774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114720180015471774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-tempo-que-passo-ao-vosso-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Tita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08479818862804645727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114713295176596071</id><published>2006-05-08T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:24:23.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/OLHARES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/OLHARES.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Que te disse ela, (...)?&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo.&lt;br /&gt;- O que é tudo?&lt;br /&gt;- É o que não se diz por palavras.&lt;br /&gt;- Como o disse?&lt;br /&gt;- Com um olhar infinito, extenso, pousado do outro lado do que somos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Luís Rosa in O amor infinito de Pedro e Inês)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114713295176596071?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114713295176596071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114713295176596071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114713295176596071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114713295176596071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/olhares.html' title='Olhares'/><author><name>Joana Tomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716875869518614762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114662044560542682</id><published>2006-05-02T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:24:55.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEM TUDO É PARA SEMPRE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/nuno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/nuno.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;Quando te dizia que "o gostar não chega" era o que realmente pensava, porém quando to ouvi dizer fiquei magoada......................... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas talvez tenhamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;razão&lt;/span&gt;.................... talvez não chegue............. embora gostasse que chegasse!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;Estou magoada com o tempo, que nos fez ficar assim; estou triste com a vida por ter que ser assim; mas estou muito mais revo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;ltada connosco que nos deixamos chegar aqui!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;Pensei, realmente pensei, que este era o melhor caminho, mas afinal...... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;deviamos ter seguido outro rumo&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;Embora &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;saiba muito bem ter-te por perto&lt;/span&gt;, sabe pior quando te deixo e fico à espera que o anjo faça a seta bater-te no peito de novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;Afinal, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;não sou eu a tua PAM!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114662044560542682?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114662044560542682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114662044560542682' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114662044560542682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114662044560542682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/05/nem-tudo-para-sempre.html' title='NEM TUDO É PARA SEMPRE...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114341109454685841</id><published>2006-03-26T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:25:29.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns à Tita!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/IMG_0080.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, continuando ainda com as pessoas especiais da minha vida.... não podia deixar de dar os&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; parabéns à minha Tita&lt;/span&gt;, que é a minha coleguinha de quarto adorada.......... Pois é minha fofa, não podia deixar passar este dia sem te dizer k és mt especial e aquelas coisas que tu sabes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitos beijos e mais uma vez parabéns!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: bigado por tudo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Tita à esquerda, Malibu à direita)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114341109454685841?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114341109454685841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114341109454685841' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114341109454685841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114341109454685841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/03/parabns-tita.html' title='Parabéns à Tita!!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114298825348968710</id><published>2006-03-21T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:29:23.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="94" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/images.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando ás pessoas mais importantes para mim, não podia deixar de falar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;à minha mãe linda&lt;/span&gt; que me atura mais que ninguém e de quem eu gosto tanto que não dá pa explicar!!!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bigado por tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E agora &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;o meu pai&lt;/span&gt;, que é um grande marco na minha vida e a quem, por ser tão igual a mim, nunca digo que adoro, mas penso que ele sabe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Adoro-vos!!! bigado por tudo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114298825348968710?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114298825348968710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114298825348968710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298825348968710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298825348968710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/03/falando-s-pessoas-mais-importantes.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114298743038273840</id><published>2006-03-21T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:45:51.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/deniela%20e%20miguel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/deniela%20e%20miguel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A este menino só tenho a dizer....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adoro-t mt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, és o grande amor da minha vida, não tenho palavras para descrever o que sinto por ti e como dás sentido à minha vida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;És o mano mais lindo do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!! Adoro-te muito!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114298743038273840?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114298743038273840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114298743038273840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298743038273840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298743038273840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/03/este-menino-s-tenho-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114298667505257818</id><published>2006-03-21T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:46:42.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje estou triste... e quando estou triste dá-me vontade de escrever... como não sei muito bem o que escreva, vou escrever para as pessoas que mais gosto!!! por isso os próximos posts são dedicados a essas pessoas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114298667505257818?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114298667505257818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114298667505257818' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298667505257818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298667505257818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/03/pois.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114298118181001233</id><published>2006-03-21T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:46:21.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/1137929501_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/1137929501_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           "Infelizmente já não fomos a tempo&lt;br /&gt;                                                            de agarrar os nossos sonhos e guardá-los&lt;br /&gt;                                                            para depois sermos felizes&lt;br /&gt;                                                            quando houvesse espaço.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Afinal, destruimo-nos antes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114298118181001233?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114298118181001233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114298118181001233' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298118181001233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298118181001233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/03/infelizmente-j-no-fomos-tempo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Tomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716875869518614762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114298021892192404</id><published>2006-03-21T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:26:45.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toranja - Lados errados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largaram-me a mil metros do chão,&lt;br /&gt;Largaram-me porque me agarrei ,&lt;br /&gt;numa alucinação de vida,&lt;br /&gt;que me enchia o coração,&lt;br /&gt;e que agora vejo perdida,&lt;br /&gt;num cair que já não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largaram-me a mil metros do chão,&lt;br /&gt;Reparo o sol que se afasta no ar,&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo caminho onde o vento dormia,&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço sentidos no meu furacão,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto sol anuncia o dia,&lt;br /&gt;sinto o meu corpo, desamparado, deslizar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te do lado errado do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Eras tu o meu chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto caía a terra rachou,&lt;br /&gt;e eu via a queda ainda mais funda,&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu lado passava tudo o que passei,&lt;br /&gt;comigo a miragem que nada mudou,&lt;br /&gt;do voo rasante que nem começou,&lt;br /&gt;do tempo apressado que nem reparei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto os meus gestos flutuar, devagar,&lt;br /&gt;no último segredo antes do ódio,&lt;br /&gt;À minha frente um filme de aves sem voz,&lt;br /&gt;e quando as toquei resolvi gostar,&lt;br /&gt;Quando as ouvi fiquei a amar,&lt;br /&gt;ter tentado subir ao cimo de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei-te do lado errado do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Eras tu o meu chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ao que chamam lados do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Mas és tu o meu chão...&lt;br /&gt;és tu o meu chão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114298021892192404?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114298021892192404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114298021892192404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298021892192404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114298021892192404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/03/toranja-lados-errados.html' title='Toranja - Lados errados'/><author><name>Joana Tomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716875869518614762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114297818121409157</id><published>2006-03-21T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:27:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toranja - Quebramos os Dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/1140134820_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="92" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/320/1140134820_t.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7401/606/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu a convencer-te que gostas de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Tu a convenceres-te que não e bem assim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu a mostrar-te o meu lado mais puro,&lt;br /&gt;Tu a argumentares os teus inevitáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eras tu a dançares em pleno dia,&lt;br /&gt;E eu encostado como quem não vê.&lt;br /&gt;Eras tu a falar para esconder a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;E eu a esconder-me do que não se dizia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal..&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos os dois afinal.&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos os dois..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desviando os olhos por sentir a verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Juravas a certeza da mentira,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem queimar de mais,&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer extingir o que já se sabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fugia do toque como do cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que era o fim da roupa vestida,&lt;br /&gt;Que inventara no meio do escuro onde estava,&lt;br /&gt;Por ver o desespero na cor que trazias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal..&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos os dois afinal.&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos os dois afinal.&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos os dois afinal.&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos os dois..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era eu a despir-te do que era pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;Tu a puxar-me para um lado mais perto,&lt;br /&gt;Onde se contam histórias que nos atam,&lt;br /&gt;Ao silêncio dos lábios que nos mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eras tu a ficar por não saberes partir,&lt;br /&gt;E eu a rezar para que desaparecesses,&lt;br /&gt;Era eu a rezar para que ficasses,&lt;br /&gt;Tu a ficares enquanto saias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não nos tocamos enquanto saias,&lt;br /&gt;Não nos tocamos enquanto saimos,&lt;br /&gt;Não nos tocamos e vamos fugindo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque quebramos como crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal..&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos os dois afinal.&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos os dois afinal.&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos os dois..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quase pecado que se deixa.&lt;br /&gt;Quase pecado que se ignora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114297818121409157?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114297818121409157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114297818121409157' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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humana errar de vez em quando"  Nietzche  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114289647859782754?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114289647859782754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114289647859782754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114289647859782754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114289647859782754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-vale-pena-discutir-sobre-tudo-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989214496315970267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23840588.post-114256504440873875</id><published>2006-03-16T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:14:30.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha musica:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/1600/eamrados.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/2467/320/eamrados.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Tudo é para sempre&lt;/span&gt; - Donna Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics-68.hi5.com/userpics/868/112/112250868.img.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem ter-te por perto,&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem tudo tão certo,&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem quando te espero,&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem beber quem quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não chegava,&lt;br /&gt;A tempo de me deliciar,&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não chegava,&lt;br /&gt;A horas de te abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não recebia,&lt;br /&gt;A prenda prometida,&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não devia,&lt;br /&gt;Existir tal companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembras o céu,&lt;br /&gt;Nem nada que se pareça,&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembras a lua,&lt;br /&gt;Nem nada que se escureça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia me sinto nua,&lt;br /&gt;Tomara que a terra estremeça,&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca na tua,&lt;br /&gt;Eu confesso nao sai da cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um beijo é quase perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos num rio sem leito,&lt;br /&gt;Que dirá se o tempo nos der,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo a que temos direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia um anjo fizer,&lt;br /&gt;A seta bater-te no peito,&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia o diabo quiser,&lt;br /&gt;Faremos o crime perfeito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23840588-114256504440873875?l=seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriaincapazdemetrair.blogspot.com/feeds/114256504440873875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23840588&amp;postID=114256504440873875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114256504440873875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23840588/posts/default/114256504440873875'/><link rel='alternate' 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