<?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-7458374229964839194</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:37:52.440Z</updated><category term='melodia do olhar'/><title type='text'>A essência do olhar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5349317155306232793</id><published>2011-12-31T16:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:13:16.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Férias?! Azar ou pontaria?!</title><content type='html'>Ainda sou do tempo em que as férias de natal começavam uma semana antes do natal e acabavam no inicio do novo ano; as férias da páscoa eram 2 semanas, tinhamos 3 dias no carnaval e 3 meses no verão. Sou do tempo em que férias significava &lt;u&gt;não ter aulas&lt;/u&gt;, descansar, não ter nada para fazer, nada com que me preocupar senão o que fazer a seguir para me divertir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, na faculdade, aquelas 2 semanas que nos dão e a que chamam igualmente férias de natal não são mais que o&amp;nbsp;inicio&amp;nbsp;da tortura semestral...muito para estudar e pouco tempo para o fazer, e ainda ter de ter tempo para estar com a família e visitar este e aquele pessoal porque é natal ou fim de ano....basicamente, de férias não têm nada. O&amp;nbsp;Carnaval, passou de 3 dias a simplesmente 2 e é porque 3ª AINDA é feriado e "fazemos ponte" na 2ª. Apesar dos trabalhos ao longo do semestre temos mais &lt;u&gt;férias quando temos de ir as aulas&lt;/u&gt; do que quando temos aqueles dias em que no calendário escolar chamam de férias...&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente temos aproximadamente 56 dias de trabalho bastante&amp;nbsp;árduo&amp;nbsp;e estudo intensivo por semestre, sendo que este tem +- 140 dias. Fazendo as costas temos um total de 336 dias de aulas e exames sobrando apenas 29 dias de férias propriamente ditas. Parece fácil....Mas ainda assim, mesmo que consideremos que dos 336 dias referidos só 112 (numero apropriado) exigem bastante de nós, ainda temos o azar dos problemas e stresses que nos tiram do sério e nos moem o juizo acontecerem nesses mesmo 112 dias ou na sua proximidade....&lt;br /&gt;Perante isto....digam-me:&lt;br /&gt;Há condições?!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém merece isto!?&lt;br /&gt;Será que só me acontece a mim?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, apesar de tudo, feliz 2012 e blá blá blá!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-5349317155306232793?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5349317155306232793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=5349317155306232793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5349317155306232793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5349317155306232793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/ferias-azar-ou-pontaria.html' title='Férias?! Azar ou pontaria?!'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2328709414435237220</id><published>2011-12-29T20:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:59:47.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não podemos escolher quem amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas sem duvida que quem não queremos olhar com esses olhos, está ao nosso alcance!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-2328709414435237220?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2328709414435237220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=2328709414435237220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2328709414435237220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2328709414435237220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-podemos-escolher-quem-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8271247060060995520</id><published>2011-12-21T21:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:22:21.869Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doWnn0myAms/TvJMaszSLcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q6Ym4PrCfaA/s1600/08122011099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doWnn0myAms/TvJMaszSLcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q6Ym4PrCfaA/s200/08122011099.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E nada melhor para "acordar" o espírito natalício adormecido até tarde este ano do que uma maravilhosa tarde de feriado (8/12) a fazer a árvore de natal na Invicta com a ajuda do meu puto lindo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Uma das melhores tardes deste ano....com direito a uma experiência para o almoço que,&amp;nbsp;modéstia&amp;nbsp;à parte, correu muito bem; crepes com chocolate; beijinhos doces deste minino lindo *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Simplesmente único :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;PS: ele deve ter adorado também porque se não fosse passar a tarde comigo, ia cortar o cabelo (ele odeia!!) xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL a todos!&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/7458374229964839194-8271247060060995520?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8271247060060995520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=8271247060060995520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8271247060060995520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8271247060060995520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doWnn0myAms/TvJMaszSLcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q6Ym4PrCfaA/s72-c/08122011099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-9030312804189851933</id><published>2011-12-05T15:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:02:25.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Medula óssea</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 'lucida="" 0px;="" 11px;="" 14px;="" 5px;="" ;="" arial,="" break-word;"="" break-word;="" class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" font-family:="" font-size:="" grande',="" left;="" line-height:="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" padding-bottom:="" padding-left:="" padding-right:="" padding-top:="" sans-serif;="" tahoma,="" text-align:="" verdana,="" word-break:="" word-wrap:=""&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4edce999ef43f2170300235" style="display: inline;"&gt;Tanta gente por ai a partilhar campanhas para dadores de medula óssea.....mas na verdade, alguém se preocupa em realmente convencer as pessoas a fazê-lo?&lt;br /&gt;Aos anos os que se pede às pessoas que sejam solidárias e se tornem dadoras de medula óssea, mas só agora, porque é com um familiar de uma figura pública, é que partilham e passam a mensagem.....enfim. Contudo, ainda bem que assim os dadores aume&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;ntam, não sendo compatíveis com o Gustavo, podem ser com muitas outras pessoas que esperam há anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para quem receia tirar um pouco de sangue para verificar a compatibilidade pelos riscos ou "medo" do que acontecerá se vier a ser chamado, aqui fica uma informação que na minha opinião é pertinente e devia acompanhar a campanha feita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colheita de medula óssea poderá ser feita de duas formas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;_ Numa delas as células são colhidas por uma técnica chamada citaférese, na qual é possível colher as células a partir de veias periféricas no braço, num processo rápido e simples. Neste caso, o sangue retirado da veia do dador passa através de um aparelho que remove apenas as células necessárias para o transplante, devolvendo novamente as restantes células e plasma ao dador. Neste caso para que as células da medula sejam mobilizadas para a periferia é necessário que o dador faça um tratamento com injecções subcutâneas de uma substância chamada factor de crescimento. Este factor de crescimento é uma substância fisiológica que todos nós produzimos diariamente e principalmente quando é exigido ao nosso Sistema Imunitário que responda a uma infecção, por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;_Na outra forma a colheita de medula óssea é feita no bloco operatório, sob anestesia, por punção dos ossos da bacia. Neste caso há que recorrer a um pequeno internamento de cerca de 24 horas. Não tem riscos para além da pequena anestesia a que é sujeito e poderá eventualmente sentir alguns incómodos no local da picada durante um ou dois dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dador poderá sempre optar pela forma de colheita e a cada etapa deste processo ser-lhe-á dada informação sobre o que se vai passar e tem sempre a oportunidade a qualquer momento de continuar ou desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;informação retirada do site :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a #3b5998;="" 'lucida="" 14px;="" ;="" arial,="" avglsprocessed="1" color:="" cursor:="" font-family:="" grande',="" href="http://www.min-saude.pt/NR/rdonlyres/D1CB3716-F006-4775-93FB-839637C59ED1/0/inscricao_CEDACE.pdf" left;="" line-height:="" none;"="" pointer;="" rel="nofollow" sans-serif;="" tahoma,="" target="_blank" text-align:="" text-decoration:="" verdana,=""&gt;http://www.min-saude.pt/NR/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rdonlyres/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D1CB3716-F006-4775-93FB-839637C&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;59ED1/0/inscricao_CEDACE.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-9030312804189851933?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9030312804189851933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=9030312804189851933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/9030312804189851933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/9030312804189851933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/medula-ossea.html' title='Medula óssea'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8599448527502989985</id><published>2011-09-06T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T12:07:06.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is choices</title><content type='html'>E pronto, chegou mais uma altura super dificil....Decidir o que fazer da vida :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe, o meu curso (Engenharia&amp;nbsp;Química) a partir do 4º ano divide-se em 3 ramos dos quais temos de escolher um. São eles: Processos e produto (que desde que entrei para este curso e vi esse ramo disse "É este que eu vou seguir, seguramente!"); Bioengenharia (Que NUNCA fiz tensões de seguir nem sequer de me informar melhor acerca das vagas e coisas assim) e por fim, Energias e Ambiente (que sempre disse que para isso tinha ido para engenharia do ambiente, a minha 6ª opção de ingresso no ensino superior).&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, já lá vão3 anos nos quais muita coisa aconteceu....entre elas, não fazer todas as cadeiras. Agora pensam vocês "Oh, mas isso o mais que te faz é teres de fazer um curso de 5 anos em 6..." E digo eu "Não, é bem pior que isso". A verdade é que se eu tivesse o curso +- em dia, era 'Processos ao poder' porque sempre foi essa a área que mais me fascinou e daria tudo por tudo em cada disciplina. Assim, com 8 cadeiras em atraso, é praticamente impossível...e isto porque o ramo de processos é muito mais trabalhoso...uma cadeira com apresentações semanais, outra com mais uns 4 ou 5 trabalhos ao longo do semestre, outra com projecto...e digam-me, será possível fazer tudo isso com 3 cadeiras em atraso que são essencialmente MARRAR..!?!?!? Pois, eu não sei se será&amp;nbsp;possível, por muito que a área me interesse e motive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo, tenho 2 opções:&lt;br /&gt;_Arrisco-me em Processos mesmo que isso possa significar mais de 6 anos para acabar o curso;&lt;br /&gt;_Vou para Energias, mesmo não tendo tanto interesse pela área, mas sabendo que é bem mais fácil fazer (e com boa nota) cada uma das cadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Com qualquer uma delas, no final sou Engenheira Química (sem qualquer tipo de&amp;nbsp;especificação&amp;nbsp;no ramo que escolhi)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escolha está feita, apesar de ainda ir a tempo de mudar... Mas uma &lt;b&gt;coisa &lt;/b&gt;é &lt;b&gt;certa &lt;/b&gt;toda a minha vida me perguntarei se &lt;i&gt;fiz A escolha certa!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-8599448527502989985?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8599448527502989985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=8599448527502989985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8599448527502989985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8599448527502989985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-choices.html' title='Life is choices'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-4644218403113969608</id><published>2011-08-27T23:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:22:56.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso :)</title><content type='html'>E pronto...voltei! :)&lt;br /&gt;A única "desilusão" (acho que nem deve ser chamado assim mas pronto) é o facto de ter acabado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei outro livro de Judi Picoult e ADOREI!!! Sem duvida o melhor que li ate agora.. :)&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez, fez-me pensar....pensar na amizade retratada no livro e até que ponto isso não acontecerá por vezes comigo, ou melhor, a mim.... enfim, leiam que vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há 2 maneiras de ser feliz: melhorar a nossa realidade, ou baixar as nossas expectativas"&lt;br /&gt;"O facto de acreditarem ou não no destino resume-se a uma coisa: quem culpa, quando algo corre mal. Acham que a culpa e vossa - que se esforçassem mais, tal não teria acontecido? Ou limitam-se a atribuir a culpa às circunstâncias?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas foram duas das frases que mais gostei no livro :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como em tempo de férias dá sempre para ler comecei a ler outro livro. Este foi-me emprestado por uma das minhas irmas, visto que lho ofereci no Natal e avisei logo que o queria ler quando acabassem. Elas gostaram muito e pelo que já li, estou a gostar da forma de escrita do autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VIq97GjB0rk/Tllp5pkwBxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Rc2YjEG5aN0/s1600/Salva-me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VIq97GjB0rk/Tllp5pkwBxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Rc2YjEG5aN0/s1600/Salva-me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SINOPSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma história encantadora repleta de fantasia, suspense e amor.O insólito encontro entre Juliette e Sam é explosivo e mágico. Mas o apaixonado fim-de-semana que vivem juntos é maculado pela mentira. Sam, viúvo, diz ser casado; Juliette, empregada num café, diz ser advogada.Juliette tem de regressar a Paris e Sam acompanha-a ao aeroporto. É o instante decisivo em que o destino de ambos pode mudar, mas nem um nem outro ousa pronunciar as palavras necessárias.Meia hora mais tarde, chega a notícia: o avião de Juliette explodiu em pleno voo. Sam é agora um homem desesperado. Está longe de imaginar que a história deles não acaba aqui...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-4644218403113969608?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4644218403113969608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=4644218403113969608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4644218403113969608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4644218403113969608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/08/regresso.html' title='Regresso :)'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VIq97GjB0rk/Tllp5pkwBxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Rc2YjEG5aN0/s72-c/Salva-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3958477702325625838</id><published>2011-08-16T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:30:03.365+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FÉRIAS!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E pronto, finalmente aqui vou eu, para as tão merecidas e saudosas férias.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIl5651n3AE/TkpGwRhpKsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7Ag1YoiklqU/s1600/horizonte3mod.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIl5651n3AE/TkpGwRhpKsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7Ag1YoiklqU/s320/horizonte3mod.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desta vez, nada de aventuras e experiências para Espanha ou cruzeiros...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desta vez estou de volta à fantástica Praia da Rocha....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZukGLxB8XM/TkpGw5jgRJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VxyelkNjdoo/s1600/algarve-praia-da-rocha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZukGLxB8XM/TkpGw5jgRJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VxyelkNjdoo/s320/algarve-praia-da-rocha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há 3 anos que lá não vou....será que está muito diferente?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou será que vou ter o mesmo Verão de há tantos anos seguidos?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seja como for, as praias não mudam muito, penso eu...por isso, esta sei que tem areia e que a água é do melhor :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Certamente desta x não regressarei com um post de desilusão e más experiências :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E não querendo fazer qualquer tipo de publicidade visto que não recebo para isso, despeço-me com eu &lt;b&gt;TÉ JÁ! :D&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(não pode ser um "ate daqui a muito tempo" porque apesar de serem cerca de 10 dias, parecem sempre pouco tempo :( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3958477702325625838?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3958477702325625838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3958477702325625838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3958477702325625838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3958477702325625838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-pronto-finalmente-aqui-vou-eu-para-as.html' title='FÉRIAS!! :)'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIl5651n3AE/TkpGwRhpKsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7Ag1YoiklqU/s72-c/horizonte3mod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2950796862222666547</id><published>2011-08-14T13:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:07:05.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Razões ou simples desculpas?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou exagerada, apenas há coisas que me irritam mais facilmente que a ti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou rancorosa, apenas há coisas que não consigo esquecer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou perfeita, apenas sei que há coisas que fazia de forma melhor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou exigente, apenas há coisas que só aceito se forem assim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou falsa, apenas quero mostrar sempre um sorriso (por pior que possa estar).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tenho medo de dormir sozinha, apenas me sinto melhor contigo do meu lado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou a dona da razão, apenas estou certa do que digo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou orgulhosa, apenas confiante e não dou facilmente o braço a torcer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou o que queres que eu seja, apenas amas a pessoa que sou!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-2950796862222666547?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2950796862222666547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=2950796862222666547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2950796862222666547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2950796862222666547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/08/razoes-ou-simples-desculpas.html' title='Razões ou simples desculpas?!'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6935273693889811952</id><published>2011-08-09T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:15:17.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras para que...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ou_UUCwnOXw/TkGGfXMZZ4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/4jABX9vMmq4/s1600/%253DD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ou_UUCwnOXw/TkGGfXMZZ4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/4jABX9vMmq4/s200/%253DD.jpg" width="105" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6935273693889811952?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6935273693889811952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6935273693889811952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6935273693889811952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6935273693889811952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/08/palavras-para-que.html' title='Palavras para que...?'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ou_UUCwnOXw/TkGGfXMZZ4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/4jABX9vMmq4/s72-c/%253DD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-4395417952979526514</id><published>2011-08-06T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:39:15.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que vai tocar a quem deve?</title><content type='html'>Para os interessados acerca do post anterior, aqui fica o resultado:&lt;br /&gt;(minuto 11:29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/FC7eA2nm9bSWjtMpGV7t/mov/1&amp;amp;type=video&amp;amp;image=http://sicnoticias.sapo.pt/programas/jornaldanoite/article720879.ece/ALTERNATES/w570/578918_2.png&amp;amp;skin=http://sicnoticias.sapo.pt/skins/sicnot/gfx/jwplayer/sic_noticias.xml&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;repeat=list&amp;amp;bufferlength=3&amp;amp;controlbar=over" height="428" id="player" name="player" quality="high" src="http://sicnoticias.sapo.pt/skins/sicnot/gfx/jwplayer/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="570" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Digo já que a nós,o que nos disseram, é que era culpa do IPS...e quanto ao aviso aos dadores, na verdade não existe. Nem mesmo no&amp;nbsp;balcão&amp;nbsp;de informações sabiam responder...a única coisa que os funcionários do hospital disseram foi &amp;nbsp;"Está fechado...&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;sabemos nem podemos dizer mais nada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Agora resta é saber se tocará a quem deve e se esta situação não se repete...nem aqui nem em qualquer outro lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-4395417952979526514?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4395417952979526514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=4395417952979526514&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4395417952979526514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4395417952979526514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/08/sera-que-vai-tocar-quem-deve.html' title='Será que vai tocar a quem deve?'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3343927949647692865</id><published>2011-08-06T13:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T13:54:50.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar sangue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Incentivar a população a doar sangue para reabastecer as reservas nacionais, que diminuem no verão, é a missão de uma campanha que decorre em Agosto em cinco praias do país e que foi hoje apresentada em Faro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;  A campanha nacional "Dador-Salvador", promovida pelo Instituto Português do Sangue (IPS), visa sensibilizar a população, sobretudo os jovens, para a necessidade de doar sangue na época do ano em que os "stocks" mais diminuem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Portugal existem cerca de 500 mil dadores inscritos mas a maioria tem mais de 50 anos e a ideia é cativar mais jovens, referiu aquele responsável, que “nomeou” o surfista Tiago Pires ("Saca") e a judoca Telma Monteiro como embaixadores desta missão."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem minha gente...é muito fácil pôr a culpa nos jovens e dizer que estes não apoiam boas causas e tal....mas a verdade não é bem essa! Sou dadora e no mínimo tento dar 2 vezes por ano. Hoje fui a Viseu, de propósito para dar sangue...e heis o que me aconteceu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar ao hospital, dirigi-me ao sitio que é suposto para ar sangue e estava fechado....mas uma vez que a organização do local é quase inexistente (assunto que também daria pano para mangas mas nem vale a pena), dirigi-me à entrada principal do hospital e perguntei a um segurança onde podia ir para o efeito e a resposta que obtive foi: "Ultimamente as dádivas de sangue eram somente às 4ªs e sábados, mas agora já nem isso..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, estava eu, o meu irmão e mais outro jovem para a mesma coisa....&lt;b&gt;3 jovens. Idades inferiores a 30 anos&lt;/b&gt;. ...e a verdade é que já não recolhem sangue...não por falta de meios mas sim porque "temos excesso de sangue armazenado".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWToKH6lO-w/Tj05irvM-8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/qCAonnIDMgs/s1600/doar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWToKH6lO-w/Tj05irvM-8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/qCAonnIDMgs/s1600/doar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como disse o outro jovem, pode ser mau ter feito a viagem em vão...mas fiz porque queria ser útil....só que pior que tudo isso....são aqueles que morrem por falta de sangue, aquelas famílias que perdem alguém por não haver sangue compatível e afinal, podia um de nós ter ajudado a salvar essa vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora pergunto-me eu....se Viseu não tem IPS para poder recolher e dar a qualquer hospital da região que precise, porque é que não dá o "excesso" ao IPS de Coimbra (para quem não souber, é este o IPS responsável por esta zona do país) para que este distribua pelos hospitais que precisam?! Porque razão o Hospital de São Teotónio de Viseu há-de recolher sangue só para uso dentro do hospital e o resto é considerado "excesso"?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que querem incentivar os jovens a dar sangue?! É assim que querem que, mesmo em tempo de férias que é quando, infelizmente, mais se precisa nos dirijamos a certos locais de propósito para a dádiva?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que isto não me faz baixar os braços até porque, como estudo no Porto, tenho lá o IPS que não recusa sangue e periodicamente se dirigem às faculdades da UP para recolha e incentivo dos jovens. Mas que isto não se compreende, não!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É lamentável....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;E claro,&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a culpa é dos jovens!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3343927949647692865?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3343927949647692865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3343927949647692865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3343927949647692865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3343927949647692865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/08/dar-sangue.html' title='Dar sangue...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWToKH6lO-w/Tj05irvM-8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/qCAonnIDMgs/s72-c/doar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3593501414685457356</id><published>2011-07-24T12:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:03:26.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noitão!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Dói-me o corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dói-me a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dói-me o ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dói-me tudo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Estou cansado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tenho fome&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tenho sede&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Sinto a terra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu não sou apologista do "sexo, drogas e rock'n roll" ,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu gosto de sexo e rock'n roll.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixem-se de merdas e sejam felizes caraças!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isto já é tão difícil, e vocês sabem disso,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para que complicarem mais!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Divirtam-se caraças!!" &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;JPP the best &amp;nbsp;:)&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/7458374229964839194-3593501414685457356?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3593501414685457356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3593501414685457356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3593501414685457356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3593501414685457356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/noitao.html' title='Noitão!! :)'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6174477503062401477</id><published>2011-07-17T20:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:41:59.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas entrelinhas...(4) - Opinião final</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Finalmente algum tempo livre para a leitura :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Já não era sem tempo....consegui acabar de ler mais um livro de Judi Picoult - &lt;i&gt;FRÁGIL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Este foi-me emprestado por uma grande amiga que, na sua opinião, é dos melhores :) e eu concordo (pelo menos dos 2 que li :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Como dito, aqui fica a minha opinião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Contrariamente ao &lt;i&gt;"No seu mundo"&lt;/i&gt; este final inesperado enriqueceu a história. Este livro é mais uma prova que &amp;nbsp;Judi Picoult não é uma escritora de "contos de fadas" em que tudo acaba bem, mas sim uma grande escritora que escreve sobre várias realidades a que não devemos ficar indiferentes...não tenta torná-las num mundo cor-de-rosa mas sim transmitir-nos as dificuldades de certos assuntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8C1M-GJJsRs/TiM0vTbijWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/II8mYunnuJE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8C1M-GJJsRs/TiM0vTbijWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/II8mYunnuJE/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;E aqui ficam algumas das passagens que me marcaram neste livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"-Não tens de dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adoro-te &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;para me dizer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adoro-te. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(...) Só tens de dizer o meu nome que eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Quando gostamos muito de uma pessoa dizemos o nome dela de maneira diferente. Como se estivesse em segurança dentro da nossa boca."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Podemos dizer a nós próprios que estaríamos dispostos a perder tudo para ter uma coisa que desejamos. Mas é um paradoxo: todas essas coisas que estamos dispostos a perder são o que nos definem. Se as perdemos, perdemo-nos a nós próprios"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Há um preço para tudo. (...) Não há nenhuma balança cósmica onde possamos pesar os nossos actos; aprendemos demasiado tarde quais as escolhas que estragam o&amp;nbsp;equilíbrio&amp;nbsp;frágil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Quando pensamos que temos razão, o mais provável é estarmos enganados"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"As coisas que se partem - sejam ossos,corações ou promessas - podem voltar a ficar juntas, mas nunca mais ficarão inteiras"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6174477503062401477?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6174477503062401477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6174477503062401477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6174477503062401477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6174477503062401477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/nas-entrelinhas3.html' title='Nas entrelinhas...(4) - Opinião final'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8C1M-GJJsRs/TiM0vTbijWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/II8mYunnuJE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3266173518271695564</id><published>2011-07-08T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:05:26.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2oCqAPpyrs/ThdUSb5k7fI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5TOS7ZenzRs/s1600/IMG077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2oCqAPpyrs/ThdUSb5k7fI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5TOS7ZenzRs/s320/IMG077.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Se sabes o que verdadeiramente esconde, é porque fazes parte da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3266173518271695564?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3266173518271695564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3266173518271695564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3266173518271695564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3266173518271695564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-sabes-o-que-verdadeiramente-esconde.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2oCqAPpyrs/ThdUSb5k7fI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5TOS7ZenzRs/s72-c/IMG077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3879402951305420101</id><published>2011-06-25T21:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:24:08.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>selinho 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;Antes do selo um pequeno "Miminho" :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Divulgar quem passou a Tag: Carolina (&lt;a href="http://nasasasdomeumar.blogspot.com/"&gt;transparência das asas&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Publicar fotografias das coisas que vocês mais gostam (Podem ser da Internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YgTzeE0RfQ/TgY8a1u6j6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/cjeDSZY1LrY/s1600/pes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YgTzeE0RfQ/TgY8a1u6j6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/cjeDSZY1LrY/s200/pes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vc84MfJJN1I/TgY8fx8eHeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Iyq9D_T9GSM/s1600/foto0142..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vc84MfJJN1I/TgY8fx8eHeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Iyq9D_T9GSM/s200/foto0142..jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bulwuu5ZK2E/TgY9u3O62nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yxlba0rc8_g/s1600/sorriso.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bulwuu5ZK2E/TgY9u3O62nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yxlba0rc8_g/s200/sorriso.gif" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wi2DylxOssA/TgY-cT7ZmDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QBZ1798J8zY/s1600/szeries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wi2DylxOssA/TgY-cT7ZmDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QBZ1798J8zY/s200/szeries.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir e fazer os outros sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(provavelmente quase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;nenhuma destas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzVdCAhxjGg/TgY-fVx4fNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/REB9jXiMiwc/s1600/escrever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzVdCAhxjGg/TgY-fVx4fNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/REB9jXiMiwc/s200/escrever.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRkb-dyfrYI/TgY-d2GvkuI/AAAAAAAAAME/A52ZXrrLm4k/s1600/escuteiros.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRkb-dyfrYI/TgY-d2GvkuI/AAAAAAAAAME/A52ZXrrLm4k/s200/escuteiros.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( palavras para que....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qawln41XjDk/TgY-_qe0i6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4WycQiww7xo/s1600/reflectir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qawln41XjDk/TgY-_qe0i6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4WycQiww7xo/s200/reflectir.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ter momentos de solidão necessários para reflectir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Passar a Tag a 10 meninas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;A 10 não consigo mas passo a todas as meninas que conheço o blog :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nasasasdomeumar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Voa Borboleta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://erros-scc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Er(r)os&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imperfect-sr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Imperfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tear-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;My life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anatomiadoreal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anatomia do real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ritmo-da-chuva.blogspot.com/"&gt;O ritmo da chuva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://saricaverdocas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Verdinha... =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secretodiariode.blogspot.com/"&gt;Não te consigo inventar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E agora sim, o selinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzrdCs9Fk0M/TgZB9w6Vi6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/S1N1V4QSyJw/s1600/gentileza.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzrdCs9Fk0M/TgZB9w6Vi6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/S1N1V4QSyJw/s1600/gentileza.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A mensagem deste selo é:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Este Selinho tem o propósito de criar um efeito borboleta "do bem!!. Gentileza gera Gentileza. Divulga quantos blogs quiseres, principalmente dá apoio aos que estão começando, distribui gentileza! "Sê gentil sempre que for possível. É sempre possível." (Autor: Dalai Lama)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8R5b8bSv4Ek/TgZCGGscaiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pbV3TmETVAM/s1600/reino.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8R5b8bSv4Ek/TgZCGGscaiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pbV3TmETVAM/s1600/reino.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Regras do selo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Regra n.º1:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;postar o selo, dizer o nome do blogue de onde foi oferecido e comentar sobre o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Obrigada Transparência das asas por este selo e o o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Regra n.º2: responder, com sinceridade, à pergunta…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;Como seria o teu reino perfeito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resposta:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;O reino perfeito seria um reino onde a inveja não existisse, onde simplesmente o amor e a gratidão imperassem. Um mundo de todos e de cada um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Regra n.º3:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;oferecer o selo a outros reinos fantásticos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nasasasdomeumar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Voa Borboleta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://erros-scc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Er(r)os&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imperfect-sr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Imperfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tear-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;My life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anatomiadoreal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anatomia do real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ritmo-da-chuva.blogspot.com/"&gt;O ritmo da chuva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://saricaverdocas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Verdinha... =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secretodiariode.blogspot.com/"&gt;Não te consigo inventar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://atoabstrato.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-novo-idolo.html"&gt;Ato Abstrato&lt;/a&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/7458374229964839194-3879402951305420101?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3879402951305420101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3879402951305420101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3879402951305420101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3879402951305420101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/antes-do-selo-um-pequeno-miminho-d.html' title='selinho 3'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YgTzeE0RfQ/TgY8a1u6j6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/cjeDSZY1LrY/s72-c/pes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5528740248696143385</id><published>2011-05-29T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T17:10:03.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saudade&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;é uma das palavras mais presentes na poesia de amor da&amp;nbsp;língua portuguesa&amp;nbsp;e também na música popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Saudade", só conhecida em&amp;nbsp;galego&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;português, descreve a mistura dos sentimentos de perda, distância e amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A palavra vem do&amp;nbsp;latim&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"solitas, solitatis"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(solidão), na forma arcaica de&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"soedade, soidade e suidade"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;e sob influência de&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"saúde"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&lt;i&gt;"saudar"&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Pode gerar sentimento de&amp;nbsp;angústia,&amp;nbsp;nostalgia&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;tristeza, e quando "&lt;i&gt;matamos a saudade&lt;/i&gt;" geralmente sentimos&amp;nbsp;alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uma pesquisa recente entre tradutores britânicos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;colocou a palavra "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;saudade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;" como a sétima palavra de mais difícil tradução. Mas também, não é de estranhar tal "título" não só pelos variados sentidos que o povo lhe dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Sinto saudades de...." e geralmente segue-se uma referência a um ente querido que partiu, ou uma pessoa importante que está distante, ou alguém com quem nos chateamos...mas também é comum seguir-se um local visitado à muito ou até momentos passados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vários são os sites de frases ou citações conhecidas ou não...e em todos eles há o tema saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;_"Saudade não quer dizer que estamos distantes, mas sim que um dia estivemos juntos e foi bom de mais." ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;_"&lt;/span&gt;A casa da saudade chama-se memória: é uma cabana pequenina a um canto do coração."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Henrique Maximiliano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;_"A saudade é a luz viva que ilumina a estrada do passado. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;_"A saudade é um lago transparente a reflectir sempre a imagem da pessoa ausente. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;_"O tempo não para. Só a saudade faz as coisas pararem no tempo" Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;_"A saudade é um sentimento que quando não cave no coração escorre pelos olhos" Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;_&lt;b&gt;Temos saudades dos pedaços de nós que ficaram pelo caminho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas saudade é também o nome de uma planta também conhecida como flor-de-viuva, suspiros roxos, saudade-dos-jardins entre outros. O seu nome científico é Scabiosa atropurpurea e apresenta uma grande variedade morfológica. Distribui-se pela Região mediterrânica e Macaronésia, com exclusão de Cabo verde. Em Portugal distribui-se pelas regiões Centro e Sul do país, surgindo espontaneamente à beira de estradas e caminhos, em zonas com alguma húmidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Será mera coincidência então nome dado aquele sentimento que nos invade quando estamos longe de alguém querido?! Será também coincidência que geralmente esse sentimento gere lágrimas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas&amp;nbsp;coincidência&amp;nbsp;ou não, aqui deixo algumas imagens dessa planta que eu acho tão bela....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XLiL6ubCEA/TeJvneGvodI/AAAAAAAAALk/fCpe-0XwSaU/s1600/saudade+all.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XLiL6ubCEA/TeJvneGvodI/AAAAAAAAALk/fCpe-0XwSaU/s400/saudade+all.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heO2XZLILUE/TeAjRZ6QaXI/AAAAAAAAALM/UT5StOWeLhk/s1600/selo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heO2XZLILUE/TeAjRZ6QaXI/AAAAAAAAALM/UT5StOWeLhk/s1600/selo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aX1GBYuk4TA/TeAjSI7MmPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rqh6eckjRXc/s1600/selo2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aX1GBYuk4TA/TeAjSI7MmPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rqh6eckjRXc/s1600/selo2.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Regras do primeiro selo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 - agradecer a quem ofereceu - Mais uma vez, obrigada borboleta &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;|&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 - Escrever um post sobre isto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3 - Passá-lo a 12 blogs; (complicado visto que nao tenho assim tantos connects :s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4 - Inserir o link desses blogs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5 - Enviar-lhes uma mensagem a contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blogues a quem ofereço:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nasasasdomeumar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voa Borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imperfect-sr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Imperfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ritmo-da-chuva.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Ritmo da Chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://atoabstrato.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ato Abstrato&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anatomiadoreal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anatomia do Real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secretodiariode.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não te consigo inventar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://situmeamas.blogspot.com/?zx=a2e35394b791500f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;l'amoure s'apelle nous deux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;segundo selo tem como regra contar algo que vocês desconheçam sobre mim... &lt;/b&gt;vai ser complicado...se nao conhecem e porque nao queria contar lolol &amp;nbsp;Não gosto do meu 2º nome :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3709226594119964607?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3709226594119964607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3709226594119964607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3709226594119964607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3709226594119964607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/regras-do-primeiro-selo-1-agradecer.html' title='selinho 2'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heO2XZLILUE/TeAjRZ6QaXI/AAAAAAAAALM/UT5StOWeLhk/s72-c/selo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3241636891438840703</id><published>2011-04-16T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:03:53.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como é bom recordar...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Tal como todas as 6ª feiras, lá fiz eu a minha viagem de 2h e picos para Mangualde. Como sempre, tentar ficar sozinha para dormir um bocado, a fim de enganar um pouco a ideia de longa viagem. Mas contrariamente ao habitual, gostei de parar em Albergaria.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Assim que parámos vi um grande grupo de jovens entre os 14 e os 18 anos....jovens esses que me proporcionaram um divertido resto de viagem. Apesar de ter havido quem não gostasse nada da sua entrada no nosso autocarro....eu adorei!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tratava-se de um grupo de escuteiros (pioneiros mais propriamente) do agrupamento de Rossas, Núcleo de Sta.Maria de Feira. Assim que eles entraram no autocarro, escusado será dizer que continuar a dormir ficou fora de questão.... mas isso não me incomodou em NADA! Aquele espírito aventureiro e de grupo, aquela alegria que contagiava qualquer um....Algo que adoro e de que tenho saudades. Pena o condutor do autocarro ter embirrado com eles...senão aposto que teria uma viagem de musicas e cantorias...umas conhecidas, outras que de certeza iria adorar conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Conversas e algumas trocas de aventuras fizeram-me recuar um pco no tempo e invejar por momentos ter aquela idade e aqueles momentos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNrhUTGCgxg/TCCpf0d8_9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/0pHnSg8obuA/s1600/555%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNrhUTGCgxg/TCCpf0d8_9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/0pHnSg8obuA/s320/555%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3241636891438840703?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3241636891438840703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3241636891438840703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3241636891438840703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3241636891438840703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/como-e-bom-recordar.html' title='Como é bom recordar...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNrhUTGCgxg/TCCpf0d8_9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/0pHnSg8obuA/s72-c/555%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-7319952079664799824</id><published>2011-04-08T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:00:28.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selinho :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOBc7R9_PUw/TZ-D0GxtN8I/AAAAAAAAALI/Z5vmyBUm8wk/s1600/selo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOBc7R9_PUw/TZ-D0GxtN8I/AAAAAAAAALI/Z5vmyBUm8wk/s1600/selo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Recebi este selinho e agora envio para:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://imperfect-sr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Imperfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://erros-scc.blogspot.com/"&gt;ER(R)OS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://atoabstrato.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ato Abstrato&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://secretodiariode.blogspot.com/"&gt;Não te consigo inventar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mundosdasfantasias.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mundos das Fantasias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ritmo-da-chuva.blogspot.com/"&gt;O ritmo da chuva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E um grande obrigada e retribuição do selinho a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nasasasdomeumar.blogspot.com/"&gt;voa borboleta&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-7319952079664799824?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7319952079664799824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=7319952079664799824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7319952079664799824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7319952079664799824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/selinho.html' title='Selinho :)'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOBc7R9_PUw/TZ-D0GxtN8I/AAAAAAAAALI/Z5vmyBUm8wk/s72-c/selo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6296292479926301494</id><published>2011-03-19T22:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:59:26.623Z</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eMi9a6d7f7U/TYU1GVvcjLI/AAAAAAAAALE/9xiEREPmTjk/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eMi9a6d7f7U/TYU1GVvcjLI/AAAAAAAAALE/9xiEREPmTjk/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorriso que hoje conseguiu contagiar-me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é mesmo lindo o meu puto, não é? &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6296292479926301494?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6296292479926301494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6296292479926301494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6296292479926301494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6296292479926301494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eMi9a6d7f7U/TYU1GVvcjLI/AAAAAAAAALE/9xiEREPmTjk/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6322636466323963965</id><published>2011-03-12T21:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:41:29.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas entrelinhas... (3) - Opinião final</title><content type='html'>Com uma carga horária de cortar os pulsos, com muito trabalho em procura de uma nova casa no Porto seguida de mudança e arrumação de tudo....lá consegui acabar a leitura iniciada à quase um mês.... :s é vergonhoso demorar tanto tempo a ler um livro de 624 páginas mas a verdade é que não deu mesmo tempo para o ler mais rápido. Mas tal como anteriormente, aqui fica a apreciação final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;616 páginas muito bem escritas e que prendem sem dúvida a leitura (tal vez por isso mesmo não me atrevia a pegar-lhe para o ler 5 min antes de dormir porque sei que não me deitaria nada cedo e no dia seguinte seria bonito sair da cama :p )&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do desfecho da história, descrito nas ultimas 8 páginas, ter ficado muito aquém das minhas expectativas, o resto do livro está espectacular :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para não variar, aqui deixo 2 das citações que gostei por poderem ser aplicadas a muitas outras situações:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...ao luar, que não é realmente uma luz, apenas um pálido reflexo do sol"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"3letras: um lugar em que se encontra esperança.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Rir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Ele&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Sim"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6322636466323963965?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6322636466323963965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6322636466323963965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6322636466323963965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6322636466323963965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/opiniao-final.html' title='Nas entrelinhas... (3) - Opinião final'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6807228939455616140</id><published>2011-02-20T11:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T11:17:27.052Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabias que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Síndrome de Asperger&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;é uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;síndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;do espectro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;autista&lt;/span&gt;, diferenciando-se do autismo clássico por não comportar nenhum atraso ou retardo global no desenvolvimento cognitivo ou da linguagem do indivíduo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A SA é mais comum no sexo masculino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Quando adultos, muitos podem viver de forma comum, como qualquer outra pessoa que não possui a síndrome. Há indivíduos com Asperger que se tornaram professores universitários (como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vernon_Smith" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;" title="Vernon Smith"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Vernon Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;"Prémio Nobel" de Economia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;de 2002).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alguns sintomas desta síndrome são: dificuldade de&amp;nbsp;interacção&amp;nbsp;social, falta de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;empatia&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, interpretação muito literal da linguagem, dificuldade com mudanças, perseveração em comportamentos estereotipados. No entanto, isso pode ser conciliado com desenvolvimento cognitivo normal ou alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alguns estudiosos afirmam que grandes personalidades da&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;h&lt;/span&gt;istória&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;possuíam fortes traços da síndrome de Asperger,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;como os físicos&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac_Newton" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Isaac Newton"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Isaac Newton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Einstein" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Albert Einstein"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, o compositor&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mozart" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Mozart"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Mozart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, os filósofos&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%B3crates" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Sócrates"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Sócrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wittgenstein" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Wittgenstein"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Wittgenstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, o naturalista&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Darwin" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Charles Darwin"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Charles Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, o pintor renascentista&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelangelo" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Michelangelo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, os cineastas&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanley_Kubrick" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Stanley Kubrick"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Stanley Kubrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Warhol" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Andy Warhol"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e o enxadrista/xadrezista&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobby_Fischer" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial;" title="Bobby Fischer"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Bobby Fischer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7458374229964839194-6807228939455616140?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6807228939455616140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6807228939455616140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6807228939455616140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6807228939455616140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/sabias-que.html' title='Sabias que...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5355800476921393202</id><published>2011-02-19T23:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T11:03:51.812Z</updated><title type='text'>Nas entrelinhas...(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Neste momento estou a ler um livro que me foi oferecido, por minha própria escolha ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fgQcv1IS75I/TM67GzEcuEI/AAAAAAAABLY/FVFmr2kHOW8/s1600/No+seu+Mundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fgQcv1IS75I/TM67GzEcuEI/AAAAAAAABLY/FVFmr2kHOW8/s320/No+seu+Mundo.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jacob tem síndrome de Asperger. Está preso no seu próprio mundo - consciente do mundo exterior e querendo relacionar-se com ele. Jacob tenta ser um rapaz como os outros mas não sabe como o conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando o seu tutor é encontrado morto, todos os sinais típicos da síndrome de Asperger – não olhar as pessoas nos olhos, movimentos descontrolados, acções inapropriadas – são identificados pela Polícia como sinais de culpa. E a mãe de Jacob tem de fazer a si própria a pergunta mais difícil do mundo: será o seu filho capaz de matar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No fim da leitura (que não deve tardar) deixo aqui a minha opinião...para já estou a adorar a história e a forma de escrita da autora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-5355800476921393202?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5355800476921393202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=5355800476921393202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5355800476921393202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5355800476921393202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/nas-entrelinhas2.html' title='Nas entrelinhas...(2)'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fgQcv1IS75I/TM67GzEcuEI/AAAAAAAABLY/FVFmr2kHOW8/s72-c/No+seu+Mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-4856512291738427048</id><published>2011-01-29T19:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:42:37.871Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodia do olhar'/><title type='text'>melodia do olhar #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zpvdn7mSb7g" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme que já tem uma década e que eu já vi vezes sem conta&amp;nbsp;mas adoro a voz dela e as musicas ... E esta é sem dúvida uma das minhas preferidas *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; text-transform: none;"&gt;But I do Love You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like to be alone in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;I dont like to hear I'm wrong when I'm right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;and I dont like to have the rain on my shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like to see the sky painted grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like when nothing`s going my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;and I don't like to be the one with the blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;love everything about the way you're loving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;the way you lay your head upon my shoulder when you sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;and I love to kiss you in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;I love everything you do, oh I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like to turn the radio on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;just to find I missed my favorite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;and I don't like to be the last with the news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;love everything about the way you're loving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;the way you lay your head upon my shoulder when you sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;and I love to kiss you in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;I love everything you do, oh I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like to be alone in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like to hear I`m wrong when I`m right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;and I don't like to have the rain on my shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;but I do love you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-4856512291738427048?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4856512291738427048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=4856512291738427048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4856512291738427048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4856512291738427048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/melodia-do-olhar-11.html' title='melodia do olhar #11'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zpvdn7mSb7g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-7115808381138862783</id><published>2011-01-01T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:52:43.498Z</updated><title type='text'>1º de 2011</title><content type='html'>E pronto, já passaram quase 15h do novo ano...A única diferença em relação a uns 14 dias atrás é que cada x tenho mais saudades dele...e que acordei bem mais tarde porque também cheguei a cama mais tarde (ou cedo, dependendo do ponto de vista xP ) De resto, sinto-me tal e qual...acordar, não fazer nenhum apesar de ter tanto q estudar mas só à tarde é que consigo...ah, e pensar que nos próximos tempos, quando escrever a data, ou seja, nos exames, vou enganar-me algumas vezes e escrever 2010...tanto por força do hábito como pelo facto de ter sido um ano espectacular que por mim podia não acabar :)&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta dizer o que gostei e o que não gostei no ano que passou porque faço isso p mim mesma a cada dia...acreditem ou não. Estar mais vezes com os meus amigos é uma coisa que quero mesmo fazer mas há alturas em que é mesmo impossível....Mas smp q possível, tentarei sim, tal como em 2010 :) Bem, cada um sabe como e o quanto é importante para mim e isso para mim chega! =) Só espero estar c essas pessoas quando eu "passar o ano" LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-7115808381138862783?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7115808381138862783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=7115808381138862783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7115808381138862783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7115808381138862783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-de-2011.html' title='1º de 2011'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2573097462008050211</id><published>2010-12-30T20:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:26:51.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Dentro de 27 horas e 33 min</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TRzk-QrgI8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZOTbB9bL4V0/s1600/festa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TRzk-QrgI8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZOTbB9bL4V0/s320/festa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Tal como há um ano atrás, reforço a ideia de que &lt;b&gt;odeio o fim de ano&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vários desejos que sabemos que não são possíveis ou, se são, dependem exclusivamente de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mil e uma promessas....&amp;nbsp;Mil e um planos que não serão cumpridos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"Serei uma pessoa melhor!" Porque no próximo ano e não já amanhã?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"Perdoarei aquele amigo que me magoou!" Porque só agora?! Que tem o próximo ano de diferente para essa mudança?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"Vou poupar para..." Porque não se começou a poupar em 2010?! Ou em 2009?! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"Vou procurar emprego!" Isto significa que até lá, é desempregado porque quer...não?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"Vou visitar mais vezes os amigos e familiares!" Sem comentários...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"Vou-me declarar aquela pessoa!" Pois, neste ano que passou não era uma boa data para arriscar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Baaaahhh......... Detesto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Até porque no último dia do ano, que muita gente gosta de passar a fazer isto e aquilo uma ultima vez no ano...eu vou estar &lt;b&gt;A ESTUDAR&lt;/b&gt;!!! Pois é....estudar! É natural que será pela última vez em 2010...Mas logo no dia 1 ou 2 de 2011 será a primeira vez desse ano que o vou fazer. Isto porque?! Porque este ano dia 6 já tenho exame...e depois no máximo tenho 3 dias de intervalo para outro...e no mínimo?1 dia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Claro que ter de estudar não me deixa muito animada para a noite que tantos espera e exaltam...mas não é só isso! A sério, não gosto de ouvir tantas promessas e etc quando as pessoas sabem que tudo o que poderão fazer de diferente em 2011 podiam ter feito já essa diferença no dia em que se aperceberam dela. E não fizeram porque?! Só porque não era ano novo?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;"Ano novo vida nova"&lt;/s&gt; BAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"novo dia novos planos e projectos"&lt;/b&gt; isso sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;A única coisa que gosto na transição do dia 31 de Dezembro para o dia 1 de Janeiro é o facto de poder chegar bem mais tarde a casa se tiver em boa companhia! &lt;b&gt;De resto....tretas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Porque não se comemora também a passagem de mês?! é igual...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mas enfim....Por vezes temos de render-nos aos "caprichos" da sociedade, no meu caso da família, e como nesta noite todos fazem a contagem decrescente e comem as passas enquanto pedem os &lt;s&gt;desejos&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;para o novo ano, lá terei eu de pôr um sorriso na cara enquanto os segundos passam e comer as passas e fingir que esta noite é muito diferente de qualquer outra....enquanto isso, os livros estarão no meu quarto, abertos sobre a secretária, as folhas espalhadas e as canetas também, à espera que volte de novo ao ataque. Sim, porque também &lt;b&gt;desejava&lt;/b&gt; não ter de estudar nestas alturas em que toda a gente festeja e se alegra mas como muitos outros desejos...é &lt;b&gt;impossível&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;Porém....Feliz ano novo para todos!&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/7458374229964839194-2573097462008050211?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2573097462008050211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=2573097462008050211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2573097462008050211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2573097462008050211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/dentro-de-27-horas-e-33-min.html' title='Dentro de 27 horas e 33 min'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TRzk-QrgI8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZOTbB9bL4V0/s72-c/festa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-1839188575713738390</id><published>2010-12-21T20:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:37:17.495Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodia do olhar'/><title type='text'>melodia do olhar #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkOv9B8mPCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkOv9B8mPCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"I know you're somewhere out there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Somewhere far away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-1839188575713738390?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1839188575713738390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=1839188575713738390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/1839188575713738390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/1839188575713738390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/melodia-do-olhar-10.html' title='melodia do olhar #10'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3275851286473084236</id><published>2010-12-04T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:55:49.675Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa noite</title><content type='html'>Um simples "Boa noite" pode gerar um sorriso tão grande e proporcionar uma noite muito melhor. Mas melhor ainda, quando esse boa noite é dito pessoalmente&amp;nbsp;após&amp;nbsp;2h30 de conversa que pareceram uns&amp;nbsp;míseros&amp;nbsp;minutos :(&lt;br /&gt;Tanto foi dito, tanto ficou por dizer....Precisava de um dia inteiro, sem interrupções, para poder contar-te tudo, dizer-te tudo o que penso e que certamente confirmaria que pensamos igual....e talvez outro tanto para te ouvir, para te conhecer mais e mais e sentir ainda mais saudades de não estar contigo todos os dias e não estar presente em certos momentos que noto que precisavas de alguém.... Mas ADOREI, como qualquer momento contigo minha babe!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje me perguntaram como te conheci e para dizer a verdade, não sei...nem me lembro ao certo porquê nem como nos aproximamos tanto mas sei sim que te ADORO imenso, que me entendes de uma forma&amp;nbsp;única&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;inexplicável&amp;nbsp;e que sem ti a vida não tinha a mesma alegria! Simplesmente te quero agradecer por este momentinho tão pequenino mas que me fez tão bem.......... *.*&lt;br /&gt;Abracinhooo :D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A D O R O - T E &amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TPmRYvdYFkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cPzKi2C_JcE/s1600/DSCF0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TPmRYvdYFkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cPzKi2C_JcE/s320/DSCF0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3275851286473084236?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3275851286473084236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3275851286473084236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3275851286473084236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3275851286473084236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/boa-noite.html' title='Boa noite'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TPmRYvdYFkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cPzKi2C_JcE/s72-c/DSCF0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-7564299784008782904</id><published>2010-11-13T22:41:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:33:29.670Z</updated><title type='text'>memórias :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A propósito de um anúncio engraçado e um tanto ou quanto fácil de&amp;nbsp;extrapolar...decidi por as segundas interpretações de parte e reflecti acerca do mesmo. Esse anúncio fala de coisas que alguém tem na sua latinha...sim, é o anúncio às salsichas nobre....mas pronto, dá que pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu na minha "latinha" tenho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;* 1 "terere"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 rosa seca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 diploma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 4 fotos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 kazzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 moldura (com 2 montagens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 cartão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 desejo escrito (por alguém que desconheço mas que é também um desejo meu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 fio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 3 pulseiras (uma delas a de viagem a lloret e outra de um dos melhores acampamentos que fiz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 2 medalhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 2 porta-chaves (além de outros colocados no placar ou nas chaves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 2 diários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 2 livros de dedicatórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 envelope cheio de palavrinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 3 pedrinhas (de&amp;nbsp;sitios e razões diferentes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 convite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* pacotes de açúcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 1 estrelinha (que devia brilhar no escuro lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E fora da latinha mas com igual&amp;nbsp;intenção tenho também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* muitas outras fotos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 2 cadernos de poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* alguns CD's especiais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* frases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* cartas/postais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* velas (*.*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* peluches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* 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href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/proposito-de-um-anuncio-engracado-e-um.html' title='memórias :)'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3125940843388119192</id><published>2010-11-01T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:41:52.771Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando nos cativam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Ficamos presos ao olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Rendidos a cada movimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Perdidos de tudo e todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Excepto do sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Um sentimento&amp;nbsp;inexplicável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Uma alegria incontrolável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Um minuto transformado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;No melhor momento passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Esquecemos o que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Ignoramos o que há-de vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Pois o que mais queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;É aproveitar e sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Somente o "eu" e o "tu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;E uma enorme felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Estar com ele(a) a toda a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;É essa a única vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Não sabemos como explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;O que está a acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Está-nos a cativar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;E é ele(a) que vamos querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Para dar apoio e apoiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Ser protegidos e proteger.&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/7458374229964839194-3125940843388119192?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3125940843388119192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3125940843388119192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3125940843388119192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3125940843388119192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/quando-nos-cativam.html' title='Quando nos cativam...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-7296092496999302876</id><published>2010-10-23T16:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T17:46:41.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é como...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Todos os dias nos deparamos com situações que nos põem à prova...que nos obrigam a agir rapidamente sem muito tempo para pensarmos no que será mais correcto e isso por vezes leva-nos a falhar e a desiludir os outros mas, pior ainda, a nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A vida é como uma briga de leões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMDcE3cRlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IDapyQU9R9c/s1600/briga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMDcE3cRlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IDapyQU9R9c/s1600/briga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Devemos animar-nos, erguer nossos ombros e andar com orgulho. Não devemos lamber as nossas feridas mas sim celebra-las! As cicatrizes que possuímos são sinais de que somos uns competidores, uns lutadores. Estamos diariamente numa briga de leões. Só porque não ganhamos, não significa que não saibamos rugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMCW4FaTII/AAAAAAAAAKY/lPXokuLq0JA/s1600/rugir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMCW4FaTII/AAAAAAAAAKY/lPXokuLq0JA/s200/rugir.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pois por vezes vale mais darmos a vitória a outros e sairmos pomposamente do que chegar ao fim, sairmos vitoriosos mas termos perdido nossa honra e orgulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Há algo de animal em todos nós, e talvez isso seja algo a ser celebrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Os nossos instintos animais é o que nos faz procurar conforto, aconchego,um grupo para andar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMD13_DDDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kAyQ9EaEv58/s1600/algu%C3%A9m+connosco+mtos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMD13_DDDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kAyQ9EaEv58/s320/algu%C3%A9m+connosco+mtos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;É o que nos faz procurar alguém para nunca nos sentirmos sós e termos quem cuide de nós e alguém de quem cuidar. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMC0d8tQGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vLlqTIyqYtc/s1600/algu%C3%A9m+connosco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMC0d8tQGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vLlqTIyqYtc/s200/algu%C3%A9m+connosco.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Talvez por vezes nos sintamos enjaulados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Talvez por vezes nos sintamos presos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas como humanos, ainda podemos achar caminhos para nos sentirmos livres!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMEQh3VBTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GdeqdoAxuvY/s1600/livre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMEQh3VBTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GdeqdoAxuvY/s1600/livre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-7296092496999302876?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7296092496999302876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=7296092496999302876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7296092496999302876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7296092496999302876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida-e-como.html' title='A vida é como...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TMMDcE3cRlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IDapyQU9R9c/s72-c/briga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5378561094809494844</id><published>2010-10-01T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:18:04.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/prc50Uod_vQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/prc50Uod_vQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Doubt thou the stars are fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doubt that the sun doth move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Doubt truth be a liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But never doubt l love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Dear Claire, 'what' and 'if' are two words as non-threatening as words can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But put them together, side by side, and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'What if?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;l don't know how your story ended, but if what you felt then was true love then it's never too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lf it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You need only the courage to follow your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;l don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like, a love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for, but l'd like to believe, if l ever were to feel it, that l'd have the courage to seize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, Claire, if you didn't, l hope one day that you will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All my love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Juliet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Poderá um amor resistir a uma separação de 50 anos...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Poderá o destino realmente existir...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aconselho este filme para quem estiver numa onda de romances ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-5378561094809494844?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5378561094809494844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=5378561094809494844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link 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fazia...</title><content type='html'>Como é bom voltar à vossa companhia....&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom recordar velhos tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom combinar mais um jantar ou uma simples&amp;nbsp;saída...&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom ouvir-vos falar do que têm feito...&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom ver o teu medinho do que te espera e pelo qual nós já passámos e falamos do outro lado da história...&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom ainda me deveres um chupa (implica que temos de nos ver outra x EM BREVE!!! lol)&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom soltar aquelas gargalhadas...&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom viver estes momentos...&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom saber que ainda estão por perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi óptimo estar convosco....triste que não tenhamos estado todos mas para a próxima seremos mais (espero!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6611874039767513751?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6611874039767513751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6611874039767513751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6611874039767513751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6611874039767513751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-falta-me-fazia.html' title='Que falta me fazia...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2588859856691024557</id><published>2010-09-18T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:05:53.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"A caixa de estrelas"</title><content type='html'>Já há algum tempo que acabei de ler "A caixa de estrelas" mas não deu para aqui passar e, na verdade, preferi reflectir bem sobre o que tinha lido antes de vos dizer algo sobre o livro.&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo mesmo!!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos a mim foi um livro que me deixou a pensar na importância do perdão e na capacidade que terei ou não para perdoar. Felizmente nunca me deparei com uma situação&amp;nbsp;idêntica&amp;nbsp;à do livro para colocar isso em causa mas mesmo em coisas muito mais insignificantes comparativamente, devemos reflectir bem sobre isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que temos capacidade de perdoar o pior que nos fazem?!&lt;br /&gt;Será que algum dia&amp;nbsp;perdoaríamos&amp;nbsp;um assassino de alguém que amamos?!&lt;br /&gt;Seriamos capazes de olhar nos olhos esse assassino e conviver com ele afim de vingarmos essa morte?!&lt;br /&gt;Quão longe poderá ir o nosso desejo de vingança!?&lt;br /&gt;Será que uma doença é desculpa para tal erro?!&lt;br /&gt;Será a personalidade de certas pessoas a sua pior doença?!&lt;br /&gt;Será a vingança com as próprias mãos algo correcto?!&lt;br /&gt;Será que conviver com arrependimento pode ser a pior vingança para alguém?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas respostas...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Algumas dúvidas....&lt;br /&gt;Mas acima de tudo, oportunidade para reflectir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-2588859856691024557?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2588859856691024557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=2588859856691024557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2588859856691024557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2588859856691024557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/caixa-de-estrelas.html' title='&quot;A caixa de estrelas&quot;'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-7210020211410299759</id><published>2010-09-03T18:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:19:45.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yV_ufnBPEW8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yV_ufnBPEW8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-7210020211410299759?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7210020211410299759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=7210020211410299759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7210020211410299759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7210020211410299759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5533925931500700369</id><published>2010-08-30T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:05:45.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas entrelinhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Durante as férias, aborrecidas e secantes que até nos cansamos de não fazer nada, não há nada melhor que fazer o que mais gostamos...no meu caso, ler um bom livro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nestas 2 semanas secantes que passaram li "Não há coincidências" de Margarida Rebelo Pinto. Já tinha ouvido falar bem dos livros dela mas nunca tinha lido nenhum então decidi ler este. Como sempre, fui marcando as melhores frases do livro que aqui deixo para vos aguçar a curiosidade. Aconselho o livro pois é muito bom mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"O amor não tem razões e tem sempre razão"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O António Lobo Antunes diz que o coração quando se fecha faz muito mais barulho do que uma porta, e acredita, oiço ainda o barulho do teu silêncio, como uma pedra encostada à garganta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"...estar quieta também é uma acção"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E é por nunca ter sabido quem és, que um dia te conseguirei esquecer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/THuPWkXZg_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ACxAwESGIAU/s1600/47_3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/THuPWkXZg_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ACxAwESGIAU/s320/47_3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Neste momento estou a ler "caixa de estrelas" de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jacquelyn Mitchard que também me parece muito bom mas no fim deixo a opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a0a1b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a0a1b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinopse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Veronica tem 12 anos e, um dia, enquanto toma conta das suas duas irmãs mais novas, um homem entra no seu jardim e mata as duas meninas. Enquanto os seus pais, profundamente religiosos, conseguem, mais tarde, perdoar esse homem, Veronica sente que tem de vingar a morte das irmãs. Um romance carregado de drama desde as primeiras páginas, espelhando o maior horror que se poderia abater sobre um seio familiar, a morte de duas crianças. Daqui, a autora percorre o caminho da culpa e da vingança, através de Veronica, e do perdão e da aceitação, através dos pais. Envolvendo-nos numa discussão religiosa que acompanha o desenvolvimento e o desfecho, surpreendente, das acções de Veronica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/THuPfJ5mFaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/I636-e6r0CQ/s1600/CAIXA_DE_ESTRELAS_1265457248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/THuPfJ5mFaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/I636-e6r0CQ/s200/CAIXA_DE_ESTRELAS_1265457248.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-5533925931500700369?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5533925931500700369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=5533925931500700369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5533925931500700369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5533925931500700369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/nas-entrelinhas.html' title='Nas entrelinhas...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/THuPWkXZg_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ACxAwESGIAU/s72-c/47_3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3881478159206493408</id><published>2010-08-29T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:10:49.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>voltei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Finalmente estou de volta....foram os 15 dias mais longos da minha vida.... bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Vou esperar que o meu humor melhore para aqui postar alo de jeito...já agora, não aconselho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;San Pedro de Alcántara a ninguém que goste de praia...porque lá a praia é isto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/THp4Xv2S6sI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DEjY9XQCijc/s1600/DSCF0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/THp4Xv2S6sI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DEjY9XQCijc/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Porto banús para quem goste de noite e passear, aconselho sim! de resto...forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3881478159206493408?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3881478159206493408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3881478159206493408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3881478159206493408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3881478159206493408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/voltei.html' title='voltei'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/THp4Xv2S6sI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DEjY9XQCijc/s72-c/DSCF0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6377097452108224832</id><published>2010-08-13T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:17:51.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>selinhos</title><content type='html'>encontrei estes selinhos num blog que sigo e achei engraçados os desafios e decidi traze-los comigo ;) espero merecê-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGVTkfQFaOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DWkSaBueg0s/s1600/selo_blog+delicia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGVTkfQFaOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DWkSaBueg0s/s320/selo_blog+delicia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quem é que nunca vais conseguir esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que de alguma forma me marcaram de tal maneira que por muito que qizesse. não podia esquece-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Alguém comanda a navegação da tua vida?&lt;br /&gt;Eu mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oferecer o blog a 3 pessoas ou mais.&lt;br /&gt;ia oferecer à lili mas ela já o recebeu lol&lt;br /&gt;http://imperfect-sr.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://erros-scc.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://nasasasdomeumar.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://anatomiadoreal.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Comentar o blog da criadora.&lt;br /&gt;nao consegui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGVTr5PdPNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/H5YoIgZhtHE/s1600/selo_blog+inspira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGVTr5PdPNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/H5YoIgZhtHE/s320/selo_blog+inspira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O que te inspira?&lt;br /&gt;pedaços de carinho, os amigos, o mar, a lua, as estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oferecer a 5 blogs fontes de sua inspiração&lt;br /&gt;http://imperfect-sr.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://erros-scc.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://nasasasdomeumar.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://anatomiadoreal.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://secretodiariode.blogspot.com/ &amp;nbsp;apesar de já ter, merece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Comentar o blog da autora.&lt;br /&gt;Visitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGVT0_hMI-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/dLQb_rIsS5g/s1600/selo_blog+derrete+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGVT0_hMI-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/dLQb_rIsS5g/s320/selo_blog+derrete+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Numa frase, dizer o que te derrete o coração.&lt;br /&gt;musicas, frases, momentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Oferece o selo a 3 blogs que sejam, na tua opiniao, de derreter o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os que visito, e todos os que expressão de uma forma ou de outra o que sentem e pensam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Postar o nome ou o link do blog que vos ofereceu o selo.&lt;br /&gt;Selo oferecido pela mafii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6377097452108224832?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6377097452108224832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6377097452108224832&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6377097452108224832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6377097452108224832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/selinhos.html' title='selinhos'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGVTkfQFaOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DWkSaBueg0s/s72-c/selo_blog+delicia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8695338567605796725</id><published>2010-08-11T15:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:08:19.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Pois bem, estão quase a chegar as tão merecidas férias...não que o ano tenha corrido da melhor maneira, mas até que tive boas surpresas no 2º semestre...mas a verdade é que me matei um ano inteiro, e a minha cabeça e corpo pedem umas valentes férias... Pois bem, este ano o destino é Málaga _ Espanha. Para quem não conhece, apresento aqui algumas das coisas que espero mesmo encontrar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGKtb6ZuvEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BvHtnzA-10Q/s1600/s+pedro+alcantara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGKtb6ZuvEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BvHtnzA-10Q/s320/s+pedro+alcantara.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;San Pedro de Alcántara é uma localidade da Costa do Sol, com cerca de 25000 habitantes, pertencente ao município de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://marbella.costasur.com/pt/index.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Marbella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;, localidade que se encontra a 9 km do núcleo urbano de San Pedro de Alcántara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGKtihhyTzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ovnWmXdCCkA/s1600/marbella.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGKtihhyTzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ovnWmXdCCkA/s320/marbella.jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;San Pedro de Alcántara é uma localidade ideal para gozar umas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vacaciones.costasur.com/pt/index.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;muito agradáveis. Situada a 3 km de Puerto Banús, o mais luxuoso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://porto.costasur.com/index.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;desportivo da Costa do Sol, dispõe de mais de 5 km de litoral cheio de praias, com uma excelente ofera gastronómica, com todo o tipo de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://restaurantes.costasur.com/pt/index.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;restaurantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;onde pode saborear tudo aquilo que lhe apeteça. Dispõe ainda de uma completa oferta de hotéis,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanpedroalcantara.costasur.com/pt/apartamentos.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;apartamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;, hospedarias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanpedroalcantara.costasur.com/pt/casas.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;vivendas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;... onde pode alojar-se durante as suas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vacaciones.costasur.com/pt/index.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;na Costa do Sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;San Pedro é um pequeno paraíso onde pode apreciar numerosos lugares por onde vai passear, como é o caso do Passeio Marítimo, com quase 5 km de extensão, por onde é uma maravilha passear e admirar as vistas e usufruir do sol.&amp;nbsp;San Pedro de Alcántara situa-se a menos de uma hora da cidade de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ronda.costasur.com/pt/index.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Ronda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;, uma emblemática localidade da Serra de Málaga, em cujo caminho vai encontrar inacreditáveis lugares para visitar e apreciar. Devemos ainda destacar as suas praias, desde a Praia de Guadalmina até à Praia de Puerto Banús,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://playas.costasur.com/pt/index.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;praias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que, em muitos casos, contam com a bandeira azul da União Europeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGKtpSR-70I/AAAAAAAAAJU/wv7Hsp0P1Kg/s1600/s+pedro+alcantara2.jpg.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGKtpSR-70I/AAAAAAAAAJU/wv7Hsp0P1Kg/s320/s+pedro+alcantara2.jpg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Enfim, parece um autentico paraíso mas ainda estou para ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Daqui por cerca de 15 dias volto com novidades e fotos tiradas por mim ;)&amp;nbsp;&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/7458374229964839194-8695338567605796725?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8695338567605796725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=8695338567605796725&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8695338567605796725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8695338567605796725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/ferias.html' title='Férias...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TGKtb6ZuvEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BvHtnzA-10Q/s72-c/s+pedro+alcantara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-4332899335164267665</id><published>2010-08-05T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:29:03.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tenho saudades de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o jeito como me ajeitas o cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o teu toque no meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* as mãos dadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o beijinho no canto da boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o beijinho na testa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* a voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* a atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o apoio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* as lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o olhar presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o olhar distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o olhar triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o olhar alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* quando me escutas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* quando me aconselhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* quando não sabes o que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* quando desabafas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;* quando coras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;L'amour s'appelle nous deux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7458374229964839194-4332899335164267665?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4332899335164267665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-132451749036861066</id><published>2010-08-03T15:39:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:48:16.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>momentos *.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E são momentos destes de que já tinha saudades e mostram a animação que sempre temos *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sei que alguém me vai querer bater depois disto, mas foi fantástico... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por tudo isto e muito mais..... 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36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545454; font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Flávia diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545454; font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai maezinha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;S a r a C a m p o z ' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*baixaaaa-te praaa miiiim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;€Wºr£J.... diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Tekton Pro Ext', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*cospe nele minha grande porca!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Flávia diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*dentro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;S a r a C a m p o z ' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*eeeee puxa-ooo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;€Wºr£J.... diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Tekton Pro Ext', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*fonas!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Flávia diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*gostooooooooo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;S a r a C a m p o z ' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*hooooo siiii cariño&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;€Wºr£J.... diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Tekton Pro Ext', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*ina cum caralho!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Flávia diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*jesuuuuuuuuus apaga-me a luz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; a r a C a m p o z ' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*kom k nao sei que dizeeeeer por isso continua o que tas a faaaazeeer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;€Wºr£J.... diz:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Tekton Pro Ext', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*lambe tudo bem!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Flávia diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*mais rápido mais rapido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;S a r a C a m p o z ' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*naooo é pa mordeeer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;€Wºr£J.... diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Tekton Pro Ext', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*oohhhhh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Flávia diz:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*poe-a a na boca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;S a r a C a m p o z ' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*quero-o bem chupadinhoo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;€Wºr£J.... diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Tekton Pro Ext', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*rrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Flávia diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*sim sim sim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;S a r a C a m p o z ' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*taaaao booom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;€&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Wºr£J.... diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Tekton Pro Ext', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*ui k ela conhece a garganta funda!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Flávia diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*vem-te vem-te&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;S a r a C a m p o z ' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*wow , que loucura que praqui vai xD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;€Wºr£J.... diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Tekton Pro Ext', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*yes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Flávia diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0; font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*xxxxxxaaaaaaaaaaaaa me vim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;S a r a C a m p o z ' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*zaaaa ? zoi zuito zapido zaralho :x&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7458374229964839194-132451749036861066?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um sorriso que regressou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ao fim de algum tempo escondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ou até mesmo perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um sorriso que achei&amp;nbsp;destruído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas que alguém procurou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E a custo resgatou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um sorriso que alguns adoram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas outros não suportam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Saber sequer que ele existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Muito menos que não desiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do que o fortalece a cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um sorriso por vezes&amp;nbsp;tímido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Outras vezes orgulhoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por vezes falso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E outras&amp;nbsp;vitorioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um sorriso que prevalece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A cada derrota sofrida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E a cada mágoa vivida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um sorriso que agradece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A quem por ele luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E que vê-lo merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um sorriso...simplesmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-1143466024968279104?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1143466024968279104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=1143466024968279104&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/1143466024968279104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/1143466024968279104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-sorriso.html' title='Um sorriso'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRnsdr9bKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/H289MO-Cd84/s72-c/IMG004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-7761186578170480170</id><published>2010-07-24T17:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T17:12:26.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TEsOQrQCk1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/LLpmLWgkKFQ/s1600/waiting-thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TEsOQrQCk1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/LLpmLWgkKFQ/s320/waiting-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Folhas brancas...Mas nem por isso a mente está vazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Apenas não quer libertar-se de todos os pensamentos que a invadem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Pensamentos negativos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;positivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;Mágoas e orgulhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Derrotas e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;conquistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;Realidade e desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Euforia e calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; e alivio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Desiludir e acredit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Porque há dias em que apetece escrever, e a imaginação não aparece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-7761186578170480170?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7761186578170480170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=7761186578170480170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7761186578170480170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7761186578170480170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/folhas-brancas.html' title='Vazio'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TEsOQrQCk1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/LLpmLWgkKFQ/s72-c/waiting-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6717461256348736315</id><published>2010-07-24T00:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:56:05.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TEoq2lJPTGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wt5lHB7zRok/s1600/IMG_1103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TEoq2lJPTGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wt5lHB7zRok/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;"pega a minha mão, e viaja comigo até à lua, hoje tão brilhante como sempre é a nossa amizade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TEoq2lJPTGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wt5lHB7zRok/s72-c/IMG_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8788484516766838689</id><published>2010-07-18T11:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:58:37.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mudastii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Não gosto muito de nestea...mas este anuncio está particularmente real, não acham?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Z3LLT696gE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Z3LLT696gE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-8788484516766838689?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8788484516766838689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=8788484516766838689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8788484516766838689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8788484516766838689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/mudastii.html' title='mudastii'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8902346286729746192</id><published>2010-07-08T00:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:47:22.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para + bens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Muitas são as mensagens corrente de parabéns...para felicitar uma pessoa pelo aniversário ou qualquer outra conquista... hoje, a minha meia puta faz aninhos e este post é especial para ela...mas também para todos os que possam pensar como eu! Já depois da mensagem enviada (com 2 minutos e meio de antecedencia segundo a aniversariante) lembrei-me de procurar na net o que me apareceria quando pesquiso por "Parabéns" e o tão comemorativo&amp;nbsp;motor&amp;nbsp;de busca Google mostrou-me um variado leque de páginas...adivinhem de que?!?! Pois é, frases e mensagens de parabéns.... Acho isso tão frio, tão impessoal! Um simples Parabéns soa bem melhor que essas mensagens que todos dizem a todos...não acham?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pois é Silvia, tal como disse, a imaginação é pouca para uma mensagem tão pequena até porque a vida está cara e eu pago um balurdio pelas sms ;P por isso resolvi desenvolver a "mensagem" aqui....num post para ti! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Minutos antes, tinha estado a ler o teu blog e aquela musica das nossas idolas (ou não &amp;nbsp;lol) fez-me recordar tanta coisa, pensar em tanta coisa....fez-me sorrir de alegria e tristeza ao mesmo tempo. Momentos que nunca serão esquecidos...promessas feitas que vejo adiadas cada vez mais...companheirismo e amizades únicas e raras...distância e falta de vontade para arranjar um tempinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Se não me engano muito foi de ti que li algo sobre deixarmos de dizer algo que queremos e sentimos por motivos parvos e depois pk ja passou muito tempo...pois bem, vejo isso a acontecer cada vez mais. Não se tira um min do dia para mandar uma mensagem a dizer "Conta comigo" e depois uma horinha do fds para relembrar velhos tempos e sorrir como outrora....porque?!?!não sei...por vezes dou por mim a fazer o mesmo....e como custa ver tudo isso a acontecer e por isso mesmo as pessoas a afastarem-se :( mas enfim, não é dia para tristezas mas sim alegrias...é o teu dia. E como algo que tu gostas muito "Parabéns...hoje é o teu dia, que dia mais feliz...." :p Adorava estar contigo hoje (e nao só) ver-te sorrir, fazer-te sorrir e sorrir contigo *.* Mas sabes onde estou....e estou sempre pronta para uma saida, uma gargalhada... ah, e eu qd n posso, aviso...se nao digo nada, é porque podes contar comigo :) quero estar contigoooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;vá, vou parar por aqui que já deves estar farta de ler esta "mensagem" de parabéns :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Felicidades....sim, desejo-o sinceramente e não por hábito ou boa educação =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Adoro-tiiiiiiiiiiiiiii =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bjinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e para "matar saudades" uma das melhores fotos de um dos fantásticos momentos =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TDUNUiws_0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/7XwtL5IjlYs/s1600/tds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TDUNUiws_0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/7XwtL5IjlYs/s320/tds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-8902346286729746192?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8902346286729746192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=8902346286729746192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8902346286729746192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8902346286729746192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/para-bens.html' title='Para + bens'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TDUNUiws_0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/7XwtL5IjlYs/s72-c/tds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-1283988880588694314</id><published>2010-06-26T17:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:49:23.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trovoada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Disseram os meteorologistas que hoje ia trovejar em Viseu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu acordei, já não muito cedo, e vejo um dia lindo de sol, e muito calor e pensei "Bem, mais uma vez, enganaram-se!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Neste momento, são 17h26 e eu faço uma pausa no estudo (árduo) para uma pequena reflexão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É isto que vejo da minha janela, já há algumas horas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TCYphNuqgpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xFcmQ-Flwg0/s1600/Foto0099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TCYphNuqgpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xFcmQ-Flwg0/s320/Foto0099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É este um dia de trovoada!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O certo é que se ouvem os trovões...longe ou perto, está a trovejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas assim, perde todo o encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Devo ser tolinha, ou mesmo anormal, para estar a dizer isto...o certo é que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;gosto de ver trovejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. Gosto de ver a luz dos relâmpagos a rasgarem a escuridão dos céus, gosto de fazer aquilo que aprendi na escola de contar os segundos entre o raio e o som estridente para fazer as contas da distância a que se encontra (se bem que me esqueço sempre do valor que se multiplica.... xD ), gosto escutar este som estridente numa noite ou dia silenciosos, gosto da chuva que normalmente acompanha este fenómeno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agora assim, nem os raios se vêm, nem se nota que está a trovejar... são simples sons a ecoarem no horizonte...até o seu barulho é menos estridente e arrepiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não tem muito mais graça nos dias escuros?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Aquele raio, a ser a única luz no céu negro....assim como nós gostamos de iluminar a vida de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O som estridente no silêncio da noite/dia...tal como quando falamos, gostamos de ser ouvidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Isso sim, é trovoada =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;PS: e agora, já depois do texto publicado...edito-o para dizer que as gotas de chuva também chegaram, agora mesmo....vá, algo de semelhante aos dias de trovoada que gosto :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-1283988880588694314?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1283988880588694314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=1283988880588694314&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/1283988880588694314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/1283988880588694314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/trovoada.html' title='Trovoada'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TCYphNuqgpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xFcmQ-Flwg0/s72-c/Foto0099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-1531441993832671407</id><published>2010-06-24T23:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:20:23.830+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodia do olhar'/><title type='text'>1, 2, 3  &amp; Melodia do olhar #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não me lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há quanto tempo foi o fim….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É só contar até três&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1,2,3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não posso nascer outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fecho os olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Respiro bem fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Começo de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conto até três…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nunca foi boa escolha ficar à espera para ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É só contar até três&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1,2,3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fácil de contar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fácil de lembrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Impossível esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não posso começar de novo, nem mudar o que foi feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É só contar até três&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fácil de ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Continuo a ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Respiro bem fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E conto até 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e porque há dias assim, e ontem foi um deles....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXZNWSVFsp4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXZNWSVFsp4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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#9'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3698477672610969479</id><published>2010-06-20T02:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:22:29.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodia do olhar'/><title type='text'>Melodia do olhar #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN143cZepV4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN143cZepV4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Solo en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt; Por siempre seré feliz&lt;br /&gt;Historia que presentí&lt;br /&gt;Mucho antes de vivir en mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que solo en ti,&lt;br /&gt;Encuentro lo que ayer perdí&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres en mí existir,&lt;br /&gt;Mi gran felicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me amas&lt;br /&gt;Yo seré esa esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Que jamás se querrá morir&lt;br /&gt;En este amor sin fin&lt;br /&gt;Tú serás siempre mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despertar, paraísos de visión y paz&lt;br /&gt;Se que solo los podré encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;En mis días junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me amas,&lt;br /&gt;Yo seré una esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Que jamás se querrá morir&lt;br /&gt;En este amor sin fin&lt;br /&gt;Tú serás siempre mi alma, amor mío&lt;br /&gt;Jamás querrá morir&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame hasta el fin&lt;br /&gt;Volaré si me amas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haces realidad,&lt;br /&gt;La magia de soñar&lt;br /&gt;Volaré si tú me amas&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3698477672610969479?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3698477672610969479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3698477672610969479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3698477672610969479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3698477672610969479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/melodia-do-olhar-8.html' title='Melodia do olhar #8'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5418129835187728241</id><published>2010-06-13T14:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:26:18.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À procura de emoções ou um sentido na vida?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Quando chove, a chuva molha-nos a nós e a todos os que nos rodeiam...mas estas gotas, as gotas da alma, quando caem "sobre" uma pessoa, os outros não as vêm...poucos são os que conseguem ver essas gotas percorrer a minha alma mesmo que não molhem o meu rosto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mas acho impressionante como há pessoas que com uma vida monótona, insistem em "meter-se" na vida dos outros, nas gotas deles ou querer provocar-lhe essas mesmas gotas. Há gente sem vida, ou sem emoções na vida...é certo! Mas isso é porque são pessoas fracas, que não lutam pelos sonhos e então não têm emoções, nem desilusões, nem vitórias...e como tal, preferem a vida dos outros (vidas atribuladas, ou apenas complicadas, ou até mesmo felizes) e com inveja tentam meter-se nelas...estragar ou fazer parte delas. É fantástico, não é?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Parece que andam à "caça de emoções"!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Já muito me perguntei porque raio certos seres (não merecem o nome PESSOAS) insistem em meter-se na vida das pessoas….iniciam boatos, mexericos, comentam, inventam, interpretam mal, exageram, contam a este e a outro a fim de estragar a vida de uma pessoa….Seres que quando vêm alguém feliz, tentam ter ou estragar essa felicidade….enfim. Não entendo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mas também, nunca liguem a isso…nunca me interessei pelo que os seres dizem de mim…quem é importante para mim, tem uma opinião que gosto de ouvir e que tenho em conta…quem não é importante, não é a falar de mim que passa a ser!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Como disse num vídeo que fiz em tempos para uma das pessoas mais importantes para mim:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Se queres ser a nossa sombra, bem podes tentar porque nunca conseguirás alcançá-la…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Se queres fazer parte dos que nos perseguem, é bom que tenhas em mente o que te espera...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;NINGUÉM NOS DEITA ABAIXO, NINGUÉM NOS ALCANÇA, NINGUÉM NOS DESTRÓI E O TEU ÓDIO SÓ NOS CONSTRÓI!! (…) Por isso não tentes vencer-nos...porque NUNCA o conseguirás fazer! Porque juntas SOMOS FORTES!!!” e mesmo “separadas”, estamos SEMPRE juntas, logo, por muito que tentem, não me destroem com merdices de criança…. Eh pah, cresçam e lutem pela vossa felicidade, e deixem a dos outros, ok?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vá, mas deixemos de falar de quem não tem qualquer importância…este texto é só para que certos seres saibam que NÃO ME AFECTAM como querem…só para que tenham a noção que não vão longe porque se nunca liguei à opinião das pessoas, não vai ser agora…e sim, já tive muitos casos em que podia ter ligado ao que dizem, e CAGUEI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já agora, esclarecendo uma coisinha….este post, apesar de ter surgido pelo comentário maravilhoso que recebi anónimo e ao qual respondi no mesmo post…não é só sobre nem para ele(a). Ponham a mão na consciência (se é que a têm) e sabem quem são!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TBTaei2lOsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PDE6g8zPbwM/s200/lupa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Procurem bem.......pode ser que encontrem alguém que possam afectar e vos dê importância, já que não sabem procurar pela vossa própria felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-5418129835187728241?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TBTaei2lOsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PDE6g8zPbwM/s72-c/lupa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3039216924408818545</id><published>2010-06-06T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:16:22.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodia do olhar #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR0i5Ep7xPY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR0i5Ep7xPY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath,&lt;br /&gt;I'll pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;Just another step, until I reach the door&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know the way,&lt;br /&gt;It tears me up inside to see you (aah-ah, aah-ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could tell you something (aah-ah, aah-ah&lt;br /&gt;To take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up till it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your voice,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's drowning in the whispers&lt;br /&gt;You're just skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to take&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you feel better  (aah-ah, aah-ah)&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find the answer&lt;br /&gt;to help me understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up till it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[that] If you fall, stumble down,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick you up of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;If you lose faith in you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you strength to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you won't give up,&lt;br /&gt;cause I'll be waiting if you fall&lt;br /&gt;you know I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find the answer,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up till it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, ohh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could save you...&lt;br /&gt;ohh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could save you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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#7'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2712597827857806567</id><published>2010-06-05T13:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:19:33.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TApceBHYllI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2zRQf-Uis_Y/s1600/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TApceBHYllI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2zRQf-Uis_Y/s320/tempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479293567414867538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dá-me espaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Prende-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dá-me tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Apressa-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dá-me calma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Irrita-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dá-me silencio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Grita-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;...O tempo...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...é poderoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não contém poder nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o dono do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não comanda acto algum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;É o que há de mais exacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mas tem um erro incomum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Poder controlar o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Poder fazê-lo parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Poder voltar atrás um momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ou até mesmo o acelerar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tudo o que ambicionamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pelo menos uma vez na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;E contra ele lutamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Numa guerra perdida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ninguém o controla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ninguém o altera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;E é neste tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Que quero abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Que quero não falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Que quero as lágrimas libertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E para sempre ficar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-2712597827857806567?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2565640264568688668</id><published>2010-05-28T21:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:37:38.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TAApczzTXJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7adZS1H1uOo/s1600/abra%C3%A7o+apertado.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TAApczzTXJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7adZS1H1uOo/s320/abra%C3%A7o+apertado.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476422721800985746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"E deixamo-nos ficar num abraço apertado absorvidos pelo silêncio das lágrimas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSI9rO8NKdU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSI9rO8NKdU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra sorrir e entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra voltar a cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para me levantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para nunca mais tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para amar&lt;br /&gt;Para ser&lt;br /&gt;O lugar&lt;br /&gt;Pra viver&lt;br /&gt;E gostar&lt;br /&gt;De gostar&lt;br /&gt;De viver&lt;br /&gt;Pra fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter paz&lt;br /&gt;Pra dormir&lt;br /&gt;Pra fingir acordar&lt;br /&gt;Para ser&lt;br /&gt;Derramar&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca mais tentar&lt;br /&gt;Mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-7812861362904532492?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7812861362904532492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Forever trusting who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Never opened myself this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All these words I don't just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Every day for us something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Open mind for a different view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Never cared for what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Never cared for what they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So close no matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Forever trusting who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Never cared for what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Never cared for what they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Never opened myself this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All these words I don't just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Every day for us something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Open mind for a different view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Never cared for what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Never cared for games they play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I never cared for what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I never cared for what they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So close no matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Forever trusting who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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#5'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-7702600241507750631</id><published>2010-04-30T23:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:24:22.563+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodia do olhar'/><title type='text'>Melodia do olhar #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/68Hb75If8ZA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/68Hb75If8ZA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A strangled smile fell from your face&lt;br /&gt;It kills me that it hurts you this way&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that I didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;There's a million reasons for you to go&lt;br /&gt;But if you can find a reason to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;I know what's at stake&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said if you're gonna make this work&lt;br /&gt;You gotta let me inside even though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see&lt;br /&gt;She said like it or not it's the way it's gotta be&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;I know what's at stake&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;And give me a break&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together&lt;br /&gt;I know that you&lt;br /&gt;deserve much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember the time I told you&lt;br /&gt;the way that I felt&lt;br /&gt;that I'd be lost without you&lt;br /&gt;never find myself&lt;br /&gt;let's hold on to each other above everything else&lt;br /&gt;start over, start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;I know what's at stake&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-7702600241507750631?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7702600241507750631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=7702600241507750631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7702600241507750631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7702600241507750631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/melodia-do-olhar-4.html' title='Melodia do olhar #4'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6004979148560260993</id><published>2010-04-17T12:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:23:21.321+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodia do olhar'/><title type='text'>Melodia do olhar #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOvQhqfr1HE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOvQhqfr1HE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"E quem não perceber, que se foda!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;We spent some time&lt;br /&gt;together walking&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time just talking&lt;br /&gt;about who we were&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand so&lt;br /&gt;very tightly&lt;br /&gt;And told me what we&lt;br /&gt;could be dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing like you and I&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;together drinking&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time just thinking&lt;br /&gt;'bout days of joy&lt;br /&gt;As our hearts started&lt;br /&gt;beating faster&lt;br /&gt;I recalled your laughter&lt;br /&gt;from long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing like you and I&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;together crying&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time just trying&lt;br /&gt;to let each other go&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand so&lt;br /&gt;very tightly&lt;br /&gt;And told you what&lt;br /&gt;I would be dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So why do I even try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There's nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nothing like you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6004979148560260993?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6004979148560260993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6004979148560260993&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6004979148560260993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6004979148560260993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-quem-nao-perceber-que-se-foda.html' title='Melodia do olhar #3'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3055292098828401631</id><published>2010-03-31T14:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:28:34.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S7NM_eKKyKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aS0zOJS_eUM/s1600/Foto0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S7NM_eKKyKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aS0zOJS_eUM/s200/Foto0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454788226986985634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Não há satisfação maior do que aquela que sentimos quando proporcionamos alegria aos outros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7458374229964839194-3055292098828401631?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3055292098828401631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3055292098828401631&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3055292098828401631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3055292098828401631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao-ha-satisfacao-maior-do-que-aquela.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S7NM_eKKyKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aS0zOJS_eUM/s72-c/Foto0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3917954292007384268</id><published>2010-03-29T11:40:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:17:24.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Normalmente as pessoas, quando acordam às 5h da manhã, viram-se para o outro lado e tentam dormir....mas eu, esta noite, fiz algo que não acho muito normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Levantei-me, fui até à secretária, peguei numa folha e num lápis e desatei a rabiscar palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Tive saudades de fazer isto... já há muito tempo que não rabiscava palavras, versos, quem sabe se podem ser considerados poemas... já há muito que não deixava as palavras fluir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Esta noite, a horas em que toda a gente dorme, deu-me para o voltar a fazer... não perguntem como nem porquê...apenas apeteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Hoje, ao acordar, li e reli....mudei algumas coisas mas no final decidi que o melhor (mesmo que mau, será o melhor) é o que sai espontaneamente. Por isso coloquei aqui o escrevi durante a noite. Sim, isto é um aviso para o estado dele...não deve estar grande coisa mas enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S7CJRAyblwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SWRvafdqQ7E/s1600/dormir2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S7CJRAyblwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SWRvafdqQ7E/s200/dormir2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454010074107975426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entrei num sono profundo&lt;br /&gt;No qual sonhei,&lt;br /&gt;Sorri,&lt;br /&gt;Chorei,&lt;br /&gt;Vivi,&lt;br /&gt;Errei,&lt;br /&gt;Perdi,&lt;br /&gt;Conquistei...&lt;br /&gt;E agora, acordei.&lt;br /&gt;Já há muito que não dormia&lt;br /&gt;E há mais ainda que não sonhava&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que estou de novo acordada&lt;br /&gt;Reparo que&lt;br /&gt;Há mais tempo do que não dormia,&lt;br /&gt;Não soltava as palavras e escrevia.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por isso tenha adormecido.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por isso tenha sonhado.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por isso me tenha esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Deste mundo em mim guardado.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero falar do sonho&lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho medo que ao falar,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras o possam levar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não quero falar dos pesadelos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois quero rapidamente esquecê-los.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei muito antes de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Nesta floresta a acordar&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é só uma:&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto escrevo estas babuseiras&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto me refugio neste mundinho&lt;br /&gt;Aclaro as minhas ideias&lt;br /&gt;Solto os sentimentos que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser escuro, e frio&lt;br /&gt;Mas fico mais "leve" assim.&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/7458374229964839194-3917954292007384268?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3917954292007384268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3917954292007384268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3917954292007384268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3917954292007384268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensei-muito-antes-de-voltar.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S7CJRAyblwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SWRvafdqQ7E/s72-c/dormir2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5650834983976645576</id><published>2010-03-28T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:57:40.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S6_CjA9PjXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CDCjRNGFy-c/s1600/dan%C3%A7a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S6_CjA9PjXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CDCjRNGFy-c/s320/dan%C3%A7a.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453791580577041778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;São necessárias 2 pessoas para dançar o tango!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-5650834983976645576?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5650834983976645576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=5650834983976645576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5650834983976645576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5650834983976645576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/sao-necessarias-2-pessoas-para-dancar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S6_CjA9PjXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CDCjRNGFy-c/s72-c/dan%C3%A7a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2940430367689521608</id><published>2010-03-26T22:26:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:24:57.655+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodia do olhar'/><title type='text'>melodia do olhar  #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhh_D9e5TaA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhh_D9e5TaA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ouvi dizer que o nosso amor acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu não tive a noção do seu fim!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que eu já tentei,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou vê-lo em mim:&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não tive a noção de ver nascer um homem.&lt;br /&gt;E ao que eu vejo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi para ti&lt;br /&gt;Uma estúpida canção que só eu ouvi!&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei com tanto para dar!&lt;br /&gt;E agora&lt;br /&gt;Não vais achar nada bem&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pague a conta em raiva!&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que o mundo acaba amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;E eu tinha tantos planos pra depois!&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu quem virou as páginas&lt;br /&gt;Na pressa de chegar até nós;&lt;br /&gt;Sem tirar das palavras seu cruel sentido!&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a razão estar cega:&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me apenas uma razão,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vais ser tu&lt;br /&gt;E um homem como tu;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu não fui;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou-te ouvir dizer:&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que um dia vais dizer:&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;A cidade está deserta,&lt;br /&gt;E alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte:&lt;br /&gt;Nas casas, nos carros, nas pontes, nas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o lado essa palavra&lt;br /&gt;Repetida ao expoente da loucura!&lt;br /&gt;Ora amarga! ora doce!&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos lembrar que o amor é uma doença,&lt;br /&gt;Quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-2940430367689521608?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2940430367689521608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=2940430367689521608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2940430367689521608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2940430367689521608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/melodia-do-olhar-2.html' title='melodia do olhar  #2'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3705072539758494854</id><published>2010-03-21T22:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:36:03.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S6adgaaxtOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3-Vl0HYYyLI/s1600-h/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S6adgaaxtOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3-Vl0HYYyLI/s320/ScannedImage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451217579151570146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Isto foi o resultado de uma aula desinteressante... mas isso percebem quando lerem...&lt;br /&gt;E como gostei muito da ideia, resolvi mais tarde fazer outro, diferente. Não a falar de uma aula mas sim de mim...ou melhor, de nada de jeito...ou até mesmo de tudo o que está na minha cabeça...não sei. Leiam e depois digam algo.  Boa sorte :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S6afCjR0aoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Dk1M31VzisM/s1600-h/espiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S6afCjR0aoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Dk1M31VzisM/s320/espiral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451219265157098114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3705072539758494854?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3705072539758494854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3705072539758494854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3705072539758494854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3705072539758494854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/isto-foi-o-resultado-de-uma-aula.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S6adgaaxtOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3-Vl0HYYyLI/s72-c/ScannedImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6324717069028681409</id><published>2010-03-13T12:10:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:12:35.492+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodia do olhar'/><title type='text'>melodia do olhar #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1YDM2QQjtg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1YDM2QQjtg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;One look - you &lt;/span&gt;know that yo've fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knocks you over&lt;br /&gt;You say this is it&lt;br /&gt;Perfect - straight from a movie&lt;br /&gt;He says all the right things&lt;br /&gt;You know he's the one&lt;br /&gt;Next time around try again&lt;br /&gt;Next time around try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks pass it's still kind a perfect&lt;br /&gt;My heart's removed now&lt;br /&gt;I gave it to you&lt;br /&gt;Passion - you constantly move me&lt;br /&gt;Further and further&lt;br /&gt;Reaching my soul&lt;br /&gt;Next time around try again&lt;br /&gt;Next time around try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - plans for a movie&lt;br /&gt;You call me to cancel&lt;br /&gt;Girls going dancing&lt;br /&gt;Sundays our romantic picnics&lt;br /&gt;Turn into football&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be boys now&lt;br /&gt;Months pass - knowing you love me&lt;br /&gt;I take you forever&lt;br /&gt;Together for granted&lt;br /&gt;Next time around try again&lt;br /&gt;Next time around try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home late - you wont even kiss me&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of my angel&lt;br /&gt;Accuse me i'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;Follow me - to my friends house&lt;br /&gt;Hide cause we're dying&lt;br /&gt;Jealusy is cancer&lt;br /&gt;Next time around try again&lt;br /&gt;Next time around try again&lt;br /&gt;Next time around try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give any space or  time&lt;br /&gt;To breath... Try again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish you'd leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;And get away from me... Try again&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you'd say these things if&lt;br /&gt;You're in love with me... Try again&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you'd ever say those awful&lt;br /&gt;Things to me... again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no - the roses i gave you&lt;br /&gt;Are suddenly fading&lt;br /&gt;Along with your love&lt;br /&gt;Who cares - the credits are rolling&lt;br /&gt;Love's just a movie&lt;br /&gt;There's always an end&lt;br /&gt;Love's... What it is... It just is&lt;br /&gt;Love's... What it is... It just is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6324717069028681409?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6324717069028681409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6324717069028681409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6324717069028681409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6324717069028681409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/melodia-do-olhar.html' title='melodia do olhar #1'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6698227379055705064</id><published>2010-02-18T00:37:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:13:20.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já passou um ano...ou talvez nem tanto...ou até mais...não sei, o tempo tem passado sem eu dar por ele...mas já faz algum tempo (muito) que deixou de fazer sentido para ti. Ambas desanimadas, desencorajadas...mas eles contavam connosco. Porém, tu "desististe". Lembro-me de, no momento, pensar no porquê de saíres, de "me abandonares"...logo tu, tão forte, corajosa, optimista, lutadora...enfim. Lembro-me das “desculpas” que davam, das supostas razões, lembro-me das tuas razões, das nossas conversas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A tua saída deixou-me a repensar no que estava eu ali a fazer, que sentido é que aquilo fazia para mim. Surpreendentemente continuei. Dei o “benefício da dúvida” a mim mesma, lutei por impelir a minha própria canoa, recompor aquilo que outrora havia feito muito sentido para mim mas agora estava um pouco à toa. Chegou a altura de deixar aquela canoa, a canoa que mais me ensinou, a canoa de que mais recordações terei, para embarcar numa outra. As tuas palavras ecoaram vezes e vezes na minha cabeça quando eu estive para não mudar de canoa mas sim ficar por terra - “lá sim, vive-se o escutismo…não é aqui, cada um a lutar para seu lado, mas sim lá!”. Então ganhei coragem e lancei-me de novo no mar, esperando pela tua companhia nesta nova viagem…passaram-se semanas, meses…mas tu não apareceste e não mostravas querer voltar. Nesta nova canoa, sem nada do que tinha na outra que me alegrava, perdi a força…perdi a vontade…perdi o remo. Consegui voltar a terra e é aqui que permanecerei. Descobri que aquela canoa me marcou de tal forma que nenhuma outra me marcará então decidi sair agora do mar para não ficar com más recordações dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim posso recordar com um sorriso tudo o que a canoa azul me ensinou, sentindo-me bem comigo mesma por ter tentado torná-la ainda melhor, apesar de não ter a certeza se consegui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                            AMIZADE                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                         UNIÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LUTA                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                  COMPANHEIRISMO                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       ACREDITAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VENCER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                    SORRIR            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                           PERDOAR                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                         VIVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“HOJE” foi um dia diferente dos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde eu até amei e fui amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“HOJE” o sol brilhou de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TUDO FOI CLARO E COM VONTADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOI a luz da vida que quis brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOI a força e alegria de poder cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CAÍ no rio, no mar que não tem fim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ...FOI HOJE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...FOI HOJE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;...E SERÁ SEMPRE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6698227379055705064?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6698227379055705064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6698227379055705064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6698227379055705064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6698227379055705064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ja-passou-um-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8164336839052691315</id><published>2010-02-13T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:53:27.399Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S3ags-OY4bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/D8SpeLQnYBg/s1600-h/to+fallen+angel2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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No ponto mais alto está o sorriso, que nos preenche os melhores momentos da vida, nos pontos do meio estão o abraço que nos reconforta quando estamos tristes e a lágrima, porque afinal há lágrimas tristes e contentes….no ponto mais baixo está a tristeza….como aquela que senti quando o meu pai morreu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A mãe sorriu para a filha com os seus olhos a forçarem para não soltarem lágrimas, disse “muito bem” ao ouvido de Ana e abraçou-a como se aquele momento não tivesse fim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;autor: Sith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A minha rosa dos ventos tem no ponto mais alto os amigos e família que estão comigo incondicionalmente, nos pontos do meio estão igualmente o abraço e a lágrima que vivo com eles e por eles e no ponto mais baixo está a tristeza, a mentira e a desilusão que tanto magoam.&lt;/span&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/7458374229964839194-4720230831552938103?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4720230831552938103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=4720230831552938103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4720230831552938103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4720230831552938103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/rosa-dos-ventos.html' title='Rosa dos ventos'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3880995331568953674</id><published>2010-02-10T01:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:25:21.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S3IKqMiV_-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/vFAGEsjGjQE/s1600-h/IMG_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S3IKqMiV_-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/vFAGEsjGjQE/s320/IMG_1290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436419420225667042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"O cão não ladra por valentia e sim por medo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duplo sentido?!&lt;br /&gt;talvez&lt;br /&gt;TUDO na vida tem duas faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3880995331568953674?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3880995331568953674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3880995331568953674&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3880995331568953674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3880995331568953674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-cao-nao-ladra-por-valentia-e-sim-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S3IKqMiV_-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/vFAGEsjGjQE/s72-c/IMG_1290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-4215098266131504462</id><published>2010-01-29T20:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:51:02.847Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S2NJs5TWLtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJQ-UlkqZL8/s1600-h/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S2NJs5TWLtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJQ-UlkqZL8/s200/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432266611183988434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Visão destorcida&lt;br /&gt;Palavras caladas&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos confusos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ou nada?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo para se transformar em nada?!&lt;br /&gt;Ou nada do que é tudo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-4215098266131504462?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4215098266131504462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=4215098266131504462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4215098266131504462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4215098266131504462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/visao-destorcida-palavras-caladas.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S2NJs5TWLtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJQ-UlkqZL8/s72-c/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-176696253672024838</id><published>2010-01-29T01:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:00:16.108Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S2JBAao8_gI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VMgEBKca1Oo/s1600-h/Imagem166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S2JBAao8_gI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VMgEBKca1Oo/s200/Imagem166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431975575969136130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Um dia foi assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-176696253672024838?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/176696253672024838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=176696253672024838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/176696253672024838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/176696253672024838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-dia-foi-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/S2JBAao8_gI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VMgEBKca1Oo/s72-c/Imagem166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5561062564191090966</id><published>2010-01-22T22:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:35:28.212Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais um ano...</title><content type='html'>Este post vem com quase 2 dias de atraso, mas os exames não me deixaram vir aqui antes. Secalhar, foi melhor assim, pois agora olho para isto de forma diferente e com novas coisas que fizeram muita diferença!&lt;br /&gt;Como sabem, ou deviam saber lool, dia 20 fiz aninhos xD&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, foi um dos dias mais complicados porque já passei até hoje.... um fim-de-semana em que não fui a casa e as saudades já apertavam…então este dia fez-me sentir ainda mais as saudades daqueles de que secalhar em tempos queria alguma “liberdade”, sim, os meus pais e irmãos. Nunca os quis ver pelas costas, mas todos nós queremos, em dada altura, a nossa liberdade. Sim, estou bem assim com esta “semi-liberdade”. Mas o dia foi complicado!&lt;br /&gt;Tive boas surpresas….&lt;br /&gt;-8 pessoas a invadir-me a casa com meia garrafa de favaios para mim (a ideia era ser toda para mim e eu partilhar, mas parece que lhes deu a sede entretanto xD ) , sangria e um bolo de chocolate, mas acima de tudo, com muita alegria!! ; &lt;br /&gt;-mensagens e telefonemas (alguns bem surpreendentes ;) );&lt;br /&gt;Mas também tive cenas que me custaram muito…&lt;br /&gt;- a estudar para exames que corriam cada um pior que outro;&lt;br /&gt;- um pouco triste com AQUELA pessoa;&lt;br /&gt;- desanimada comigo mesma;&lt;br /&gt;- sem a família ali comigo (a alegria das discussões com os irmãos, os paizinhos a acordar-me a cantar os parabéns...)&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, coisas a que secalhar noutros tempos não dava tanta importância, mas desta vez fizeram MUITA diferença.&lt;br /&gt;Viajei no tempo para 365 dias atrás e lembrei o que estava a fazer nesse dia…. Estava em MANGUALDE, com os meus pais e irmãos, fui ter com a minha anja azul &lt;3 e andámos a passear por locais que nos faziam recordar todos os momentos felizes que vivemos juntas aqui, e a neve a embelezar o dia. Aventuras bem divertidas e muita alegria com alguns daqueles que me são tão importantes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Agora, 365 dias depois, TUDO foi diferente. A alegria estava um pouco vadia, não tinha os que me são mais importantes….porém agora, tenho outras pessoas também importantes que há um ano atrás podiam algumas delas já o ser, mas secalhar nem tanto….&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer menosprezar a atenção, carinho e afecto de todos os que se lembraram de mim neste dia, há algumas palavras que me marcaram um pouco mais… &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Porque há pessoas que entram na nossa vida e nos marcam de maneira a não as querermos perder!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. O dia pode ter sido mau, também pelo stress da “véspera de exame” mas pode dizer-se que o dia seguinte (dia 21) ajudou a melhorar esta “comemoração”. Sem dúvida que este dia ficará marcado pela surpresa fantástica que as bestas me fizeram!!! Algo que me deixou sem palavras…. Apenas consegui dizer &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Obrigada! Vocês são loucos”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e hoje, ao olhar para aquele objecto, vejo nele muito mais que um simples objecto, vejo nele a prova de que estamos uns para os outros e que : a brincar a brincar (permitam-me alterar a tão conhecida frase) se formam laços tão fortes! Como VOCÊS repararam (pelo menos assim o espero) conseguiram fazer-me sorrir de orelha a orelha, apesar de não ser esse o meu estado de espírito do dia! OBRIGADA suas pessoas bestiais!!!  Pela noite dentro seguiu-se o  Academic alcoholic fermentation organizado por pessoas loucas xD mas bem diertidas. Também aos organizadores um grande obrigada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-5561062564191090966?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5561062564191090966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=5561062564191090966&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5561062564191090966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5561062564191090966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-um-ano.html' title='Mais um ano...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6502144457476024946</id><published>2009-12-31T16:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:03:25.706Z</updated><title type='text'>estrela cadente</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpN4FuCppHY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpN4FuCppHY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Olharei para o céu com o desejo de sempre...minha estrela cadente" *.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6502144457476024946?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6502144457476024946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6502144457476024946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6502144457476024946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6502144457476024946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/estrela-cadente.html' title='estrela cadente'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-4892900047531647605</id><published>2009-12-31T12:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:44:52.987Z</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;31/12/2009 Que de melhor há para fazer neste dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Há quem o passe a pensar nos desejos a pedir para 2010 quando se faz aquela ceninha de comer as passas e tal após as 12 badaladas (bah). Há quem o passe a preparar uma grande festança. Há quem chore por mais um ano ter passado e não ter realizado tudo o que desejou no fim de ano anterior, ou porque se chateou com alguém muito importante, ou porque está a ficar mais velho, ou porque perdeu aquela pessoa…mil e uma razões para chorar. Eu como disse recentemente a uma amiga, para mim a passagem de ano não é algo tão diferente como passar de um dia para outro, tirando toda a festa que as pessoas fazem. Claro que também vou passa-la fora da cama (mas isso não implica que os outros dias todos os passe – da meia-noite para a meia-noite e um – dentro da cama, né? xD ). Vou passá-la com uns amigos de família, depois da meia-noite vou ter com aqueles amigos, ou melhor, irmãos que fiz e espero que continuem comigo ano após ano, de dia para dia =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas até lá….será um dia normal, ou quase. Sim também gosto de pensar em tudo o que fiz e não fiz de bem e de mal, aprender com os erros, melhorar o que já foi bem feito…mas isso não é coisa que faço só no dia 31/12 de cada ano. Mas enfim, talvez hoje divague um pouco mais.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Neste ano MUITA coisa aconteceu. Fim definitivo de uma relação de 3 anos; início e fim de outra; perda de amigos; discussões com outros; pazes com aqueles perdoei ou me perdoaram; fiz novos amigos; alegrias, tristezas, lágrimas e sorrisos sofridos sozinha ou partilhados com algum amigo ou algo mais; mudança de certas ideias e atitudes por alguém ou por mim mesma… Muita coisa mesmo que não quero lembrar agora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se no novo ano vou mudar radicalmente certas coisas?! Talvez, se no momento achar que devem ser mudadas e tiver a coragem suficiente para isso…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se vou fazer as pazes com aquele(a) amigo(a) com quem estou chateada?! Talvez, se houver razões para isso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se vou lutar pelo amor da minha vida?! Se for necessário sim, mas não por ser o novo ano mas sim por ser O AMOR DA MINHA VIDA!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nada de radicalismos ou de hipocrisias só porque é natal ou passagem de ano. Não é apenas nesta época que devemos fazer uma boa acção, ou sorrir a quem nos atende neste ou naquele local, ou perdoar esta ou aquela pessoa. NÃO! Isto deve acontecer o ano inteiro. Deixem de ser hipócritas nesta altura….Se é época de paz e amor e carinho é, mais ainda, época de sermos nós mesmos, de nos conhecerem tal e qual como somos, de não termos medo do que as pessoas pensam. Não hoje, não agora, mas sim O ANO INTEIRO!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pensem nisso e vivam cada dia como se fosse o último, ou, se assim preferirem pensar, vivam cada dia como se fosse o dia 31/12. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Festejem sempre que vos apetecer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorriam sempre que tiverem vontade para tal e andarem felizes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perdoem sempre que for necessário e acharem que é merecido.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peçam perdão sempre que errarem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Digam que amam alguém e sentem a sua falta sempre que o sentirem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Façam sorrir quem vos rodeia e sorriam para eles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lutem sempre pelo que desejam e não desistam no primeiro obstáculo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando estiverem tristes, pensem sempre que um dia foi melhor e lutem para voltar a estar como nesse dia ou melhor ainda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;SEJAM FELIZES!!!! =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E feliz 2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SzycILIMS9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/cqt_Vev-r9I/s1600-h/BXK16358_fogo-fim-ano-madeira800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SzycILIMS9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/cqt_Vev-r9I/s320/BXK16358_fogo-fim-ano-madeira800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421379715687271378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-4892900047531647605?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4892900047531647605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=4892900047531647605&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4892900047531647605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4892900047531647605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-bye-2009.html' title='Bye bye 2009'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SzycILIMS9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/cqt_Vev-r9I/s72-c/BXK16358_fogo-fim-ano-madeira800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8394036246947848494</id><published>2009-12-07T12:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:50:54.047Z</updated><title type='text'>frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Já passaram mais de 2 meses e meio e eu sem postar nada neste meu espacinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Um espaço que outrora era o reflexo total do meu mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Um espaço onde eu desabafava, onde eu deixava as palavras fluir, onde eu pura e simplesmente brincava com as palavras e escrevia o que estava preso em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Poemas, prosas, simples palavras...fosse como fosse, tudo aqui era o reflexo do meu mundo, de mim mesma...era a essência do meu olhar que nada esconde acerca da minha alma. Um olhar traduzido para palavras...tarefa por vezes muito complicada mas as mãos apoderavam-se do teclado e, só quando chegava ao fim e relia o que havia escrito, me apercebia de que tudo o que estava a pensar e sentir se encontrava escrito e me perguntava como teria sido capaz de expressar tal sentimento em palavras tão simples.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo foi passando, mudando....tudo muda. O frio instalou-se a minha volta e obrigava-me a manter as mãos nos bolsos impossibilitando os sentimentos de fluir pelos meus dedos até ao teclado. As palavras não saiam, os sentimentos permaneciam isso mesmo, sentimentos. Não descritos, apenas sentidos! Fechava-me no meu quarto, o meu mundo, de cada vez que uma lufada de ar frio ou uma tempestade me atingiam. Nuvens, relâmpagos, escuridão, chuva....reflexos de erros, catástrofes naturais, descuidos...provocando o medo, a tristeza e a fraqueza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje resolvi combater este frio, tirar as mãos dos bolsos, percorrer as ruas escuras com o vento frio a bater no meu rosto e a empurrar-me para trás, de volta ao meu mundo. Aos poucos, fui caminhando e cheguei até aqui. Está frio, eu sinto-o, e sei que quem lê este textinho também sente esse frio, porém um pouco de ar quente invade de vez em quando as minhas mãos que aquecem estas palavras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até quando durará este frio?! Será que veio para ficar?! Ou será que em breve voltarei a ter as mãos quentinhas e as manterei fora dos bolsos para escrever e deixar os sentimentos fluir?! Não sei. Perguntas para as quais não encontro resposta neste momento. Ficarei à espera...à espera que o calor volte a aquecer-me. Até lá, pode ser que de vez em&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando volte a conseguir tirar as mãos dos bolsos para escrever um pouco, bem ou mal, vocês é que sabem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/Sxz4ygUaT6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mI1pHz_jHTs/s1600-h/frio_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412474398745186210" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 238px; height: 273px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/Sxz4ygUaT6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mI1pHz_jHTs/s320/frio_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/Sxz4ygUaT6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mI1pHz_jHTs/s1600-h/frio_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-8394036246947848494?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8394036246947848494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=8394036246947848494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8394036246947848494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8394036246947848494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/frio.html' title='frio'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/Sxz4ygUaT6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mI1pHz_jHTs/s72-c/frio_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2087804853057180633</id><published>2009-09-20T12:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:05:05.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A paixão e um coração com medo de se apaixonar (continuação)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passaram-se mais uns dias e ela voltou a ficar bela, encantadora...com a sua força e a minha, JUNTAS, conseguimos voltar a fazê-la brilhar, viver e sorrir! Passam os dias e tê-la do meu lado é das melhores coisas que existe... Pode ter sido um erro trazê-la comigo, pode ter sido a melhor decisão...mas o certo e' que, com ela, voltei a sorrir, voltei a encontrar-me, voltei a aprender! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Se a tivesse deixado ficar e apenas a fosse visitar diariamente, certamente não haveria certos momentos em que a vejo triste, desanimada....mas será que isso não seria pior?! Será que assim ela não se sentiria sozinha e infeliz mesmo que na minha presença parecesse feliz?! Trazendo-a comigo sinto-me como não me sentia há muito tempo...com ela sorrio, com ela aprendo, com ela vivo intensamente cada dia. É certo que por vezes a encontro desanimada, fragilizada...mas assim, com ela do meu lado, posso ajudá-la, posso mostrar-lhe que estou sempre do seu lado e que pode contar comigo. Se a tivesse deixado ela sofreria , em silêncio, sem saber que há quem a conheça, quem a compreenda, quem a ame! Ou estarei errada?! Qto a mim, posso dizer que, se foi um erro, algo aprenderei com ele mas, enquanto me parecer a escolha acertada, quero alimentar e admirar esta paixão e por de lado o medo que tinha de me apaixonar, pois estou feliz assim! Qto à paixão que trouxe comigo em vez de a deixar sossegada onde estava, só ela sabe e pode dizer se está mehor assim ou estava melhor no início.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-2087804853057180633?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2087804853057180633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=2087804853057180633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2087804853057180633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2087804853057180633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/paixao-e-um-coracao-com-medo-de-se.html' title='A paixão e um coração com medo de se apaixonar (continuação)'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8200748058962836610</id><published>2009-08-21T12:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:49:05.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A paixão e um coração com medo de se apaixonar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parei. Sem saber bem o porquê. Ali fiquei. Imóvel. A sua beleza era encantadora e cativante. Há muito que nada me prendia o olhar desta maneira. Sentei-me, junto dela. Limitei-me a observá-la, a admirar tamanha beleza. O tempo escasseava e tive de ir embora, mas como havia prometido, voltei lá no dia seguinte. E no outro. E no outro... Ao fim de uma semana de visitas diárias quis admirá-la ainda mais tempo. Não sei bem porquê mas tava mais difícil do que em qualquer outro dia anterior sair dali. O dia caia e a lua brilhante tornava-a ainda mais especial e bonita. Queria parar o tempo para que pudesse ficar ali, até gastar tamanha beleza. Meus olhos nem piscavam, com medo de, quando voltasse a abri-los, tudo tivesse desaparecido e não tivesse passado de um sonho. Infelizmente, não podia ficar para sempre ali. Levantei-me e quando estava para ir embora, sempre a olhá-la, ouvi uma voz que me disse "Não me deixes outra vez aqui assim...sozinha. Preciso de ti para encantar! Quando te vais embora perco a cor, parte da minha vida...Preciso de estar contigo para que continue a ter este encanto que te cativou!". Fiquei sem saber se devia virar costas e voltar lá mais um dia ou se, desta vez, a levaria comigo. Algo em mim me dizia que devia continuar com as visitas diárias e com a admiração que tinha pois, ao levá-la comigo, podia estar a matá-la aos poucos e aí perdia eu a sua beleza e companhia e ela também perderia quem a admirasse e perdia a sua vida! Mas por outro lado, tê-la do meu lado a toda a hora, seria tão bom.... Decidi arancá-la...levá-la comigo e retribuir todo o encanto com que me presentiava. Os dias foram passando e cada vez a admirava mais e acreditava que tinha feito a escolha certa. Porém, chegou um dia em que ela se encontrava mais triste, menos viva e bela do que o habitual. Alimentei-a...sorri para ela. Mas pareceu em vão. A medo soltou um brilho e ganhou um pco mais de vida. Fiquei feliz por estar a conseguir, pois temi estar a perdê-la. No dia seguinte...mais triste ainda...ainda menos viva...mais frágil. Juntei algumas das minhas escassas forças para a recuperar mas parecia em vão, pois a cada segundo só me perguntava se trazê-la comigo teria sido mesmo a melhor decisão, ou se, tal como pensara, a estaria a matar aos poucos. Uma lágrima correu o meu rosto caindo sobre ela...e brilhou um pouco, quase como o brilho dela quando a lua nela se reflectia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Continua...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-8200748058962836610?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8200748058962836610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=8200748058962836610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8200748058962836610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8200748058962836610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/paixao-e-um-coracao-com-medo-de-se.html' title='A paixão e um coração com medo de se apaixonar'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6472829791206747465</id><published>2009-07-18T19:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:49:33.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Adormecer e sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com o brilho do luar&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Um novo amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada a temer&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz e viver&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada ter de esconder&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar acordada&lt;br /&gt;E adormecer acarinhada&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Ao acordar poder dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que um sonho estou a viver&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer o que me entristece&lt;br /&gt;E ignorar quem merece&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Ter asas e voar&lt;br /&gt;Quando tiver de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Desligar-me do passado&lt;br /&gt;Que continua acordado&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Ter o poder&lt;br /&gt;De belos poemas escrever&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Umas palavras rabiscar&lt;br /&gt;E fazer muitos sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;De novo sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter de partir&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Essencialmente sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer amizade&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Aquela musica ouvir&lt;br /&gt;E com alegria sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;O passado lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;Continuar a viver&lt;br /&gt;Sem grandes amigos perder&lt;br /&gt;Quero…&lt;br /&gt;De novo admirar&lt;br /&gt;O céu negro a brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas só não quero mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Este poema terminar&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida só faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;Quando temos sonhos para lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SmIYxTJgNzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w4zdv6U5e0I/s1600-h/drems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SmIYxTJgNzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w4zdv6U5e0I/s320/drems.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359873741757101874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-6472829791206747465?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6472829791206747465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=6472829791206747465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6472829791206747465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6472829791206747465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/quero.html' title='Quero...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SmIYxTJgNzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w4zdv6U5e0I/s72-c/drems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3620965148647288794</id><published>2009-07-03T13:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:36:30.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...........................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........minutos.............................................................horas.............&lt;br /&gt;...........................................dias..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................palavras...........................&lt;br /&gt;.....................gestos............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...................................................emoções..........................................&lt;br /&gt;.....sentimentos...................................................sorrisos...................&lt;br /&gt;...................................lágrimas..........................................pensar......&lt;br /&gt;....................viver...............................................tudo.........................&lt;br /&gt;........................................................nada............................................&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-3620965148647288794?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3620965148647288794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=3620965148647288794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3620965148647288794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/3620965148647288794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5833113499189643669</id><published>2009-06-22T02:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:53:45.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Já não estás aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mas continuas perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Pois se alguma coisa aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;É que nunca me esquecerei de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Nem de quando contigo sorri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Um olhar para sempre lembrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;No meu coração está marcado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Pois fizeste parte da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;E quando partiste, fiquei perdida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hoje sorrio novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Com a tua lembrança sempre presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;No coração e na mente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;(FD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-5833113499189643669?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5833113499189643669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=5833113499189643669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5833113499189643669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5833113499189643669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ja-nao-estas-aqui-mas-continuas-perto.html' title='FD'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8325548583245962829</id><published>2009-06-20T16:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:53:21.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>by FD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"É na noite escura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que as almas se acalmam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E as mentes divagam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nesta solidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Estendo a minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Na esperança de te alcançar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas é em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pois já não te posso abraçar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Resta-me fechar os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O sono chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Para poder contigo sonhar!"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-8325548583245962829?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2088011787356957130</id><published>2009-06-05T22:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:19:03.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>momento filosófico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Muitas vezes questionamos-nos sobre algo que fizemos, sobre algo que nos disseram, sobre algo que vivemos...&lt;br /&gt;Certamente já todos tivemos momentos desses... Em que questionamos o passado, ou até mesmo o presente. Não vou dizer que nunca o fiz, porque era mentira.. Mas isso ajuda de algo?!&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que  &lt;strike&gt;as mulheres são complicadas &lt;/strike&gt;....eu reformulo, dizendo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;o ser humano complica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;! Se estamos mal com alguma coisa que vivemos, questionamos o porque de ter acontecido, porquê a nós, porque naquele momento, porque assim...!? Mas quando vivemos algum momento mesmo bom, não mudamos esta atitude...Porque será que aconteceu, o que será que significa, como será o amanhã...?! Esse ciclo vicioso de interrogações acerca do inquestionável ajuda-nos de alguma coisa?! claro que não!&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito que as coisas aconteçam por acaso...se aconteceu, tem a sua razão de ser...mas não e' a questionar o porque de ter acontecido a quem não sabe a resposta que vou perceber...nem que vou ficar mais feliz. É certo que não devemos ter uma atitude muito passiva perante tudo, mas também não acho que devamos questionar tudo e todos a cada passo que damos.&lt;br /&gt;Pus-me a pensar na razão de um dado acontecimento...e não encontrei nenhuma resposta esclarecedora...podia perguntar a alguém, mas será que teria a resposta?! Não será melhor aproveitar cada momento bom, sem o tentarmos entender?! Assim até acho que tem mais encanto. Ao questionarmos-nos sistematicamente perdemos tempo que poderia estar a ser aproveitado para prolongar o bom momento ou para sorrir e ser feliz pelo que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo os maus momentos...de que nos adianta perg porquê a nós, porquê agora...se não obteremos as respostas...?! e de certeza que se obtivermos, não serão elas que nos alegrarão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quanto mais te questionas, menor é o sabor da felicidade e maior é a dor da tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Vive a vida e as coisas boas que ela tem para ti e aprende com as más, em vez de te questionares sistematicamente e de tentares perceber tudo! Por vezes é bem melhor quando não entendemos as coisas...pelo menos somos ignorantes mais felizes do que os conhecedores de toda a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;PS: isto não se aplica a todos os momentos...cabe a cada um saber analisar as situações e perceber se e' ou não uma ocasião a questionar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-2088011787356957130?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2088011787356957130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=2088011787356957130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2088011787356957130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/2088011787356957130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/momento-filosofico.html' title='momento filosófico'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-7131003207729254854</id><published>2009-05-29T20:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:51:05.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  O despertador toca, abro a janela e vejo o sol brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Preparo-me para sair de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Um pco apressada percorro as ruas do porto para não perder o próximo metro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Ao chegar à faculdade encontro no corredor alguns dos meus amigos..dirigimos-nos à sala onde nos juntamos aos restantes e sentamos-nos para ouvir o professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Saimos para o intervalo e as gargalhadas habituais fazem-se ouvir em nosso redor... as nossas conversas fantásticas e sempre inocentes, os minutos "perdidos" a explicar esta ou aquela anedota a uma amiga um pco mais lenta no raciocínio  eheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Mais uma aula...mais um intervalo semelhante ao anterior..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Chegada a hora de almoço, dirigimos-nos à cantina onde almoçamos calma e alegremente, sem ignorar o sr. do chapéu com um buraco que apenas 2 ou 3 pessoas conseguem ver sem esforço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  A tarde fica por nossa conta e decidimos ir passear, calor convidativo para um mergulho na praia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Depois do mergulho jogamos um pco c a bola, risadas, conversas, confissoes (eheh)... animação sempre garantida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  O ricardo, c as suas piadas secas; a silvia, a olha-lo de lado porque cada uma que vem é pior que a anterior; a sara, eu e o jerome a interpretarmos cada palavra à nossa maneira, tornando as piadas secas em aiutenticas gargalhadas; a daniela, ri para fazer o jeito e fica à espera que alguém lhe explique a piada; a marta, sentada nas suas posições meias estranhas e com o seu riso inocente; a diana, a margarida, a ana, a carlita, a denise, a adriana e a maria, olham para nós c um ar de santinhas, como se estivessem xocadas com tudo aquilo mas no fundo até se divertem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  A noite cai e voltamos cada um para suas casas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Ter aqueles amigos de novo presentes no meu dia-a-dia, algo mesmo maravilhoso...Mas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Afinal não passou de um simples sonho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Agora sim, acordada de verdade...a realidade nada tem de parecido com isto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Sim, riu nos intervalos, almoçamos algumas vezes juntos, por vezes fazemos os nossos planos, bem divertidos...mas nada que se compare à um, dois ou três anos atrás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Consegui entrar na faculdade...Algo que me assustava um pco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Consegui adaptar-me minimamente com alguma facilidade e fiz novos amigos...O que me preocupava bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Consegui gostar daquilo....O que temia que não acontecesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Aprendi que só lá está mesmo quem quer e que quem não quer, não consegue aguentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Já deu para saber em quem posso ou não confiar, com quem posso ou não contar, porém às vezes desiludimo-nos, como acontece muitas vezes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Já estive algum tempo preocupada com o que fazer/dizer ou não sobre certas coisas/pessoas...pois já me preocupo minimamente com as pessoas com quem me dou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Porém...sinto um ENORME vazio em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Os meus amigos do peito...os irmãos que fiz...aos poucos estão a afastar-se...É certo que não são todos, mas alguns estão.. Mas também, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tudo o que é realmente nosso nunca se vai para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;, e esses irmão que eu escolhi, que eu fiz...Aqueles que são MESMO a família que escolhi...permanecem aki &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Dou por mim a sonhar convosco, a pensar nos maravilhosos moments do passado, a corroborar cada vez mais a ideia que voces SÃO ÙNICOS e INSUBSTITUIVEIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ADORO-VOS meus irmãos...não preciso dizer nomes porque vocês sabem bem quem são!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-7131003207729254854?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7131003207729254854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=7131003207729254854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7131003207729254854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7131003207729254854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-despertador-toca-abro-janela-e-vejo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-1760242061663539418</id><published>2009-05-07T14:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:17:42.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Especialíssimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Este post é muito especial porque vai falar de alguém ainda mais especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Já venho um pouco atrasado e peço desculpa por isso...mas nestes últimos 2 dias não deu mesmo para vir aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Pois bem, no dia 5 a minha Best Friend fez 18 aninhos  *.*  e não podia deixar passar isso em branco..por isso, e para corroborar a ideia de que ela é mesmo mesmo mesmo especial, este post é para ela... Sim, SARA, chipmiiiiix...PARA TI!! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SgLtVB8-s-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/E08EveLe7gM/s1600-h/HPIM6701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SgLtVB8-s-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/E08EveLe7gM/s320/HPIM6701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333085854317327330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Dezoito anos de existência e eu passei contigo os últimos 4, se bem que neste ultimo não tão presente fisicamente mas igualmente do teu lado incondicionalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Não me canso de referir o quão importante és para mim, todo o apoio que já me deste, tudo o que já fizeste por mim...bem como todas as nossas doideiras, os nossos pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; angelicais, as nossas tolas gargalhadas... tudo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Posso parecer repetitiva mas é que é tão complicado expressar o que se sente em palavras... mas vou tentar ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Há 4 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Na minha vida te cruzaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E desde esse dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nunca mais me abandonaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Conheciamo-nos à pouco tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas a semelhante preversidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Já se notava claramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E assim nasceu uma amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Para sempre sorridente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Passámos momentos duros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;De derrota e de desanimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas quando nos juntávamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Com os nossos pensamentos "puros"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Todas nós eramos animo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nos nossos intervalos e tardes livres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A alegria era constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E do silencio cortante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nem havia vestígios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Porém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Quando uma lágrima a alguma de nós caia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A amizade não se escondia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Limpámos as lágrimas uma à outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E roubámos sorrisos sempre sinceros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Porque o coração pode sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas juntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;O sorriso não conseguimos perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Digo eu e dizes tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas volto a repetir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Quem connosco se meter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Leva um biqueiro no cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E que nem desculpas venha pedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Senão vai embora a ganir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Inveja é o que mais há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;De uma amizade tão forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas isso passa-nos ao lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Juntas para o que der e vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Connosco que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Contra nós quem poder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Chipmiiiiix ao poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;É só curtir até não mais poder!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E pronto, esta' aqui algo que também nos aproxima mas não é um daqueles à nossa maneira porque pronto...ind choco mta gente  lool lool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;AMO-TE mesmo muito amiga.... FELICIDADES!!!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&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/7458374229964839194-1760242061663539418?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1760242061663539418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=1760242061663539418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/1760242061663539418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;memórias&lt;br /&gt;daqueles momentos&lt;br /&gt;o sofrimento já passou&lt;br /&gt;mas o passado&lt;br /&gt;saudades deixou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olho para trás.&lt;br /&gt;sei que vou conseguir&lt;br /&gt;recordar cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;e as as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;de quando decidi partir&lt;br /&gt;sem a ti querer&lt;br /&gt;de novo pertencer&lt;br /&gt;nem nunca te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o brilho do meu luar&lt;br /&gt;que so' nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;podia encontrar&lt;br /&gt;não me quis abandonar&lt;br /&gt;limitou-se a adormecer&lt;br /&gt;e agora&lt;br /&gt;volta de novo a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;lá fora&lt;br /&gt;na escuridão da noite&lt;br /&gt;fácil de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;mas difícil de deixar&lt;br /&gt;e mais ainda de conquistar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Resultado.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SeEyYpeTLpI/AAAAAAAAADw/HhydF34DzlY/s1600-h/1281806_M6yzc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SeEyYpeTLpI/AAAAAAAAADw/HhydF34DzlY/s320/1281806_M6yzc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323591633559826066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-5705311256658071632?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5705311256658071632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Acorrentada pelas palavras e sentimentos que teimam em me invadir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que não serão ditas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos que não serão demonstrados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-7210527641474895682?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7210527641474895682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=7210527641474895682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7210527641474895682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/7210527641474895682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprisionada-pelas-palavras-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/Sd0ZtzLALFI/AAAAAAAAADo/rAAyC2gbY0I/s72-c/0012121212121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-1560028668057162283</id><published>2009-04-05T12:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:01:36.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti   B'F'</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7lMrY3ELuOI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7lMrY3ELuOI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti amigona B'F' 4 EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei ontem ter estado contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Adorei ver-te sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Adorei as nossas fotos...&lt;br /&gt;Adorei as nossas malukeiras...&lt;br /&gt;Apesar d td, adorei a minha queda, pois foi mais um sinal d q juntas somos o auge e que nada nem ningue'm (nem mesmo uma pancada c as costas n esquina d um "banco" d pedra) nos para!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me canso de dizer que és fanta'stica e que te amo mesmo muito...&lt;br /&gt;E's SUPER importante para mim...     &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-1560028668057162283?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1560028668057162283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8110181161207989529</id><published>2009-03-15T13:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:33:53.173Z</updated><title type='text'>...pensamentos...</title><content type='html'>Uma súbita vontade de escrever apodera-se de mim....&lt;br /&gt;Perco o controlo das minhas mãos e ela vagueiam pelas teclas do pc. Não sei o que escrever, não sei como começar, não sei o que daqui vai sair mas, pura e simplesmente, não quero nem consigo parar.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha mente voam pensamentos variados e são eles que querem sair pelas minhas mãos e aparecer no monitor..&lt;br /&gt;Começo a pensar no passado...há um ano atrás estaria eu, por esta altura, a ansiar a 2ª feira para ir para a ESFA, correr ao encontro dos grandes amigos angelicais, dos que não pertencem à comunidade mas são igualmente importantes, dos braços do meu namorado, passar uma manhã secante de aulas mas a diversão dos intervalos e a tarde passada com quem amava apagavam essas secas... Quando a 2ª feira chegava acordava a pensar "q seca d aula com q começo..." Iamos para as aulas e quando saiamos de lá diziamos n cenas dos profs, umas melhores que outras... Nos intervalos não era preciso muito para nos vermos e falarmos d td e mais alguma coisa....  Mas agora......Sinto muitas vezes que não quero que chegue domingo à tarde porque isso significa 2h30 de seca numa viagem, rumo a uma cidade bela mas que para trás ficou a família, os amigos que tb rumam a outras cidades.... É certo que lá tb tenho amigos...muito bons amigos mesmo....mas......todos sabemos que é muito diferente!! Agora as aulas não teem intervalos, no fim das aulas é preciso mandarmos msg para saber onde anda o resto de pessoal.... E para poder estar com os amigos daqui, é preciso marcar c antecedencia.... =(  Por incrivel que pareça, até daqueles profs de quem falavamos o pior (nomeadamente Ana Amaral) tenho saudades.... Por vezes queria voltar uns anos atrás....2 ou 3... não digo apenas um ano, pq nessa altura estava afastada e estupidamente chateada com uma amiga que sempre me foi muito importante mas da qual me afastei.....mas não quero mais pensar nessa asneira que fiz, quero sim, reaproximar-me dela e tentar esquecer esse erro, afinal é a errar que aprendemos e crescemos!!&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que se apodera do meu pensamento e' o afastamento do meu anjo protector na negra floresta que criei... ele diz que estará sempre por perto, mas sinto que se afastou e que o vai continuar a fazer....tudo porque..............bem, não quero falar nisso.. há coisas que não controlamos e que nos levam a tomar decisões que nem sempre são as mais alegres para nós e para os outros...mas cada um decide o que quer, o que prefere e como resolver os seus problemas....ele quis afastar-se e infelizmente deixou bem claro que não posso fazer nada para o impedir...&lt;br /&gt;De dia para dia sinto que certas pessoas se estão a afastar de mim, ou eu delas....e isso entristece-me tanto....será que sou eu q as estou a afastar?! será que eu é que me estou a afastar?! ou é mesmo o tempo e/ou a distância que nos afasta?! Não pode ser....não quero afastar-me daqueles que são realmente importantes. Não quero afastar-me daquela família que eu venho escolhendo ao longo do tempo, os meus irmãos do coração,não de sangue. Não quero perder o contacto. Não quero deixar de estar com eles várias vezes por mês, a rir como uns doidos de tudo e de nada, a fazer tolices, a dizer coisas que ninguém entende, a interpretar cada palavra como ninguém....tolos e incompreendidos, mas é ASSIM q SOMOS FELIZES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quero evitar, mas todos nos apercebemos que as coisas estão a mudar...quando estamos juntos muita coisa se mantém, mas cada vez são menos essas vezes que nos juntamos...não quero que continue assim...não quero que com o passar do tempo deixemos de nos ver...não quero que daqui a algum tempo passemos na rua e já não nos reconhecemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NÃO QUERO PERDER-VOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sara, Jerome, Daniela, Silvia, Carla, Diana, Marta, Carolina, Sónia, Maria, Ricardo, Ana, Margarida, David, Marisa....vocês são a FAMÍLIA que eu escolhi...mais membros podem entrar nela mas não quero que nenhum de vocês saia!!&lt;br /&gt;Notálgica? Sim. Lamexas? Talvez. Mas tudo isto porque não vos quero perder....o tempo passa a correr e muita coisa tem mudado, mas quero que a nossa amizade continue...SEMPRE FORTE, FELIZ e VERDADEIRA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, parece que as minhas mãos controlaram o teclado e agora que estou perto do fim, releio tudo e percebo que este foi apenas mais um dos momentos em que penso no passado com saudade e não consigo segurar esta lágrima que teima em percorrer o meu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;No livro "A lua de Joana", o tempo passou a correr sem que uma personagem se tivesse dado conta disso....e o livro termina com uma frase tão marcante....."Agora, tinha todo o tempo do mundo...para quê?" não quero um dia chegar a esse ponto, não quero deixar o tempo passar sem vos dizer o qto vos adoro, o quão importantes são para mim e que não quero mesmo perder-vos...porque vocês ajudaram (cada um à sua maneira) a tornar-me naquilo que hoje sou...com vocês aprendi muita coisa que nunca esquecerei....vocês são a MINHA FAMÍLIA, O MEU PRESENTE, O MEU EU.....Pf não s tornem no meu passado....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-8110181161207989529?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8110181161207989529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=8110181161207989529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8110181161207989529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/8110181161207989529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/pensamentos.html' title='...pensamentos...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-6642445248464918530</id><published>2009-03-01T22:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:46:14.114Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SasQDcLWLjI/AAAAAAAAADU/mVhvfPjodFQ/s1600-h/Pensamentos_texto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308354237075697202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6642445248464918530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/6642445248464918530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SasQDcLWLjI/AAAAAAAAADU/mVhvfPjodFQ/s72-c/Pensamentos_texto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-8334357308079521244</id><published>2009-02-26T19:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:33:46.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* I N V I C T A *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SabtcyHk0JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qwCwCXlEYUk/s1600-h/Douro_funico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307190289648373906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SabtcyHk0JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qwCwCXlEYUk/s400/Douro_funico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SabtSeECVsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tT7njhLrXEs/s1600-h/Douro_funico.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Reflexão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&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/7458374229964839194-8334357308079521244?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SabtcyHk0JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qwCwCXlEYUk/s72-c/Douro_funico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-5485189468089961725</id><published>2009-02-15T15:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:41:29.735Z</updated><title type='text'>Disse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Disse que quando me fechasses a porta&lt;br /&gt;E terminasses o nosso caminho..&lt;br /&gt;Seguiria outro rumo!&lt;br /&gt;Seria essa a força necessária,&lt;br /&gt;Seria esse o novo ponto de partida,&lt;br /&gt;Seria essa a minha queda&lt;br /&gt;Da ilusão por mim vivida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse que quando me fechasses a porta&lt;br /&gt;E terminasses o nosso caminho..&lt;br /&gt;Olharia para o outro lado!&lt;br /&gt;Seria a ajuda para seguir em frente,&lt;br /&gt;Seria a ajuda para deixar de acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Seria a ajuda para olhar o céu&lt;br /&gt;E ver as estrelas brilhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse que quando me fechasses a porta&lt;br /&gt;E terminasses o nosso caminho..&lt;br /&gt;Deixaria de te amar!&lt;br /&gt;Seria uma desilusão pedida,&lt;br /&gt;Seria a última lágrima por ti caída,&lt;br /&gt;Seria a minha coragem&lt;br /&gt;Para fechar o nosso livro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse que quando me fechasses a porta&lt;br /&gt;E terminasses o nosso caminho..&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixaria derrotar!&lt;br /&gt;Seria a hora de me por à prova,&lt;br /&gt;Seria a prova de que sou forte,&lt;br /&gt;Seria esse o exacto momento &lt;br /&gt;Em que viraria costas e lutaria por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZg20d9sXMI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZZWTGuA0dxQ/s1600-h/Crying20Heart20Inver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303048836253244610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZg20d9sXMI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZZWTGuA0dxQ/s200/Crying20Heart20Inver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechaste-me a porta!&lt;br /&gt;Terminaste o nosso caminho!&lt;br /&gt;Seguiste outro rumo!&lt;br /&gt;Olhaste para o outro lado!&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste de me amar&lt;br /&gt;(apesar d nao saber bem em que momento)!&lt;br /&gt;E derrotaste-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi-te fazer tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;E continuei,&lt;br /&gt;Impávida e serena,&lt;br /&gt;No cruzamento do destino&lt;br /&gt;A olhar para esse caminho&lt;br /&gt;Agora sem saída e selado.&lt;br /&gt;Continuei a olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem porque&lt;br /&gt;Mas não conseguia parar.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me rodopiava,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém para outro caminho me virava,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu para ti retomava&lt;br /&gt;E em vão, chorava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que um vento fugaz&lt;br /&gt;Me atingiu em cheio &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZg3OArJSPI/AAAAAAAAACk/rOtvwTvbXxg/s1600-h/bifurcacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303049275067418866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZg3OArJSPI/AAAAAAAAACk/rOtvwTvbXxg/s200/bifurcacao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me virou para um novo caminho&lt;br /&gt;E agora,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais olhar para trás!&lt;br /&gt;O livro foi fechado,&lt;br /&gt;A porta ignorada&lt;br /&gt;E a sua chave perdida,&lt;br /&gt;O caminho para o passado&lt;br /&gt;Foi esquecido,&lt;br /&gt;E este sentimento vai ser substituido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi quem amei,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não perdi o amor&lt;br /&gt;Com que te presentiei.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém poderá&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te como eu te amei&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu poderei amar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém como a ti te amei&lt;br /&gt;Porque o meu coração não morreu&lt;br /&gt;Nem o meu sentimento desapareceu,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um doloroso desgosto sofreu&lt;br /&gt;Mas a recuperação apareceu.&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/7458374229964839194-5485189468089961725?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5485189468089961725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=5485189468089961725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5485189468089961725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/5485189468089961725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/disse.html' title='Disse...'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZg20d9sXMI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZZWTGuA0dxQ/s72-c/Crying20Heart20Inver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-4323465414566363284</id><published>2009-02-09T20:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:26:08.283Z</updated><title type='text'>YOU MAKE ME FEEL STRONG  *.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="288" width="391"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NzZRbdUKQA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NzZRbdUKQA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When I Close My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I See Your Face&lt;br /&gt;Love You More Than Any Words Can Say&lt;br /&gt;My Heart Beats&lt;br /&gt;Just For You(..)&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE ME FEEL STRONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Porque mesmo quando não estás fisicamente do meu lado, sei que o estás mentalmente, sei que nunca me abandonarás... basta-me fechar os olhos e vejo-te...vejo esse teu sorriso a pedir que o imite, vejo esse teu olhar a pedir para o meu brilhar, vejo-te a estenders-me os braços para me abraçar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O que sinto é adimensional, intemporal, inigualável.......porque significas tanto mas tanto para mim.....não de sempre, mas PARA SEMPRE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;É assim que tu és, é isto que sinto.... não adianta dizer porque o importante é senti-lo....e sabes que sinto e sei que também o sentes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZCbO_3uVBI/AAAAAAAAACE/uhzs75XgnJ4/s1600-h/K+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZHUt8U-wHI/AAAAAAAAACU/bEEH0nHtX78/s1600-h/HPIM2678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301252122145112178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZHUt8U-wHI/AAAAAAAAACU/bEEH0nHtX78/s320/HPIM2678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZC05vQwVRI/AAAAAAAAACM/GpjvgdKV0AU/s1600-h/Adrt+anja+azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chipmix =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the best friend!! e ninguém mas ninguém tem uma amiga tão boa e, muito menos, melhor do que esta!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Amo-te tanto +____+ SUPER BEST FRIEND!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-4323465414566363284?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4323465414566363284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=4323465414566363284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4323465414566363284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4323465414566363284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-make-me-feel-strong.html' title='YOU MAKE ME FEEL STRONG  *.*'/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/SZHUt8U-wHI/AAAAAAAAACU/bEEH0nHtX78/s72-c/HPIM2678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-4433860611211293441</id><published>2009-02-04T19:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:49:55.171Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;No passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;...sorri de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;...chorei de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;...quis de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;...amei de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;...entreguei-me de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;...lutei de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;...enfim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Fui feliz de verdade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Mas agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;vivo a verdadeira realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;e percebo que foi ilusão.&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/7458374229964839194-4433860611211293441?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4433860611211293441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458374229964839194&amp;postID=4433860611211293441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4433860611211293441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458374229964839194/posts/default/4433860611211293441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02433590211243384424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-2052597993670424310</id><published>2009-01-26T21:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:21:27.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Brilho das estrelas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As lágrimas cairam...&lt;br /&gt;Uma história acabada&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma magoada&lt;br /&gt;E assim fiquei...&lt;br /&gt;..destroçada!&lt;br /&gt;Não mediu as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Não foi meigo a falar&lt;br /&gt;Disse o que sente e o que não sente&lt;br /&gt;Sem comigo se preocupar.&lt;br /&gt;Porém,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a visão ficava turva&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela aumentou o seu brilho&lt;br /&gt;E deu-me uma enorme força&lt;br /&gt;Para limpar todas as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que me distorciam a visão&lt;br /&gt;E inundavam o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Impedindo-me de sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Essa estrela, que a medo me sorria&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me esquecer que sofria&lt;br /&gt;E criou em mim um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Tímido,&lt;br /&gt;Incompleto,&lt;br /&gt;Receoso,&lt;br /&gt;Mas um sorriso....&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiro!&lt;br /&gt;São as pequenas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Que brilham quando mais precisamos&lt;br /&gt;E menos esperamos..&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas que se revelam&lt;br /&gt;E das quais não nos devemos esconder.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegas&lt;br /&gt;Limpo as lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso aparece&lt;br /&gt;E o problema desvanece...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458374229964839194-2052597993670424310?l=lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightordarkinmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2052597993670424310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFI6byaBQx8/TFRwojq0svI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8o2FufNsDrY/S220/vis%C3%A3o+destorcida.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458374229964839194.post-3632723186326318770</id><published>2009-01-18T15:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:04:48.105Z</updated><title type='text'>outro diálogo com o anjo</title><content type='html'>Ao olhar para as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima cai&lt;br /&gt;Porém não consegues vê-la&lt;br /&gt;Porque é da alma que sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque choras?&lt;br /&gt;Nas águas do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Não procures tormento&lt;br /&gt;Numa página virada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu bem tento fugir&lt;br /&gt;E dele me esconder&lt;br /&gt;Mas há uma força em mim&lt;br /&gt;Que não me deixa esquecer&lt;br /&gt;E que sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sempre sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecha esse livro&lt;br /&gt;Que teimas sempre em abrir.&lt;br /&gt;Olha na lua...&lt;br /&gt;Olha bem perto...&lt;br /&gt;E vais ver que não estás só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro é que não fecha...&lt;br /&gt;O lápis está caido dentro dele&lt;br /&gt;Porque a história ficou inacabada.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem o que falta&lt;br /&gt;Ou como quero que seja o fim,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei o que sofro&lt;br /&gt;Por quem não sei se chora por mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo pode curar a tua dor,&lt;br /&gt;E vai cosendo lentamente&lt;br /&gt;E fechará o livro para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso vais ter de esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não estás sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;Tens um anjo no céu&lt;br /&gt;E aquela pena e flor que te dei.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa nelas como chaves&lt;br /&gt;Para a tua dor e amargura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me decidi a fechá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se quero lutar por isso...&lt;br /&gt;A rosa negra, que me lembra a beleza&lt;br /&gt;Desta nossa amizade na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E a pena, que me recorda&lt;br /&gt;As tuas suaves asas protectoras,&lt;br /&gt;São pequenas coisas que me fazem sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a lágrima solta pela alma&lt;br /&gt;Está agora pelo meu rosto a cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São pequenas coisas que nos lembram&lt;br /&gt;Quem está perto de nós&lt;br /&gt;(Descendo da lua)&lt;br /&gt;Perto de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Passo a mão em teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Limpo a lágrima que cai&lt;br /&gt;De teus olhos negros&lt;br /&gt;De dor infindável&lt;br /&gt;Que não me deixa indiferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me protegida do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas com o passar do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez menos protegida de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas medo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que meu sorriso te cure&lt;br /&gt;E a minha amizade&lt;br /&gt;Te tire da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma caminho de armadilha,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me te proteger...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser teu companheiro de viagem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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