<?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-3494571242740816928</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:46:51.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia destes...</title><subtitle type='html'>Um dia destes... é assim que termino as minhas frases quando formulo um desejo, uma esperança...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-4689768559596416675</id><published>2009-02-05T04:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:47:44.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por estes dias....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Faz tanto tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tanto por dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tanto para partilhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nesta breve passagem, quero dizer-vos que estou grata a todos os que passaram... e que finalmente o &lt;strong&gt;dia destes chegou&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vou tentar voltar... nada de promessas.... mas fica a certeza que me sinto completa... e que finalmente vivo o que tanto desejei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Deixo um abraço de saudade a todos e agradeço pela força que me deram, pela amizade partilhada.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E sim, amo muito e sou amada... sem sombras, sem angustias e acreditando que Agora Sou....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um beijo doce....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-4689768559596416675?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/4689768559596416675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=4689768559596416675' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/4689768559596416675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/4689768559596416675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-estes-dias.html' title='Por estes dias....'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-4208681029484572013</id><published>2008-02-29T04:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:45:08.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pequeno desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quase todas as pessoas, se mergulham no interior de si próprias nesta ou naquela circunstância, vêm a achar que o que elas desejariam era ter sido isto, aquilo ou aqueloutro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- E a liberdade para o professor o que é?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- É a liberdade de se ser plenamente aquilo que se é. (...) Cada pessoa, o dever que tem na vida é ser plenamente aquilo que é e tornar-se contagioso, no sentido não de converter os outros àquilo que ele é - a tentação de muita gente é essa!-, mas de os outros serem exactamente aquilo que são eles próprios!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Agostinho da Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu apenas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No sempre e no nunca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No - meu- olhar atento e por vezes mordaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que me tolhe os passos na Direcção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;À calma e serenidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do verdadeiro gostar de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostar de mim como o Todo que Sou..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostar de mim todos os Dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No sempre e no nunca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No aqui e no agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou apenas EU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;( Esta espera por Agosto mina-me por dentro, sinto-me no limbo... no presente que já não me parece meu... ansiando pelo amanhã que é tão longe... o importante é que Hoje te volto a abraçar e esqueço a distância... Sim, é como tu dizes não posso fazer a curva antes de chegar a ela... mas pronto, Eu Sou Assim... salva-me a certeza do Amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tinhas razão o Professor Agostinho é muito interessante... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-4208681029484572013?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/4208681029484572013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=4208681029484572013' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/4208681029484572013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/4208681029484572013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2008/02/pequeno-desabafo.html' title='pequeno desabafo'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-977478349918506405</id><published>2008-02-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:53:47.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que estás à minha espera&lt;br /&gt;Vou reencontrar o teu olhar meigo e doce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O teu abraço forte e seguro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164594774859799730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/R6xTlaRbXLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KqimZikuXM0/s320/PA110113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Levo comigo a saudade, que ficará adormecida por uns momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Levo beijos doces, desejosos de se transformar em abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Levo o desejo no corpo... sei que estás no sítio do costume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-977478349918506405?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/977478349918506405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=977478349918506405' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/977478349918506405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/977478349918506405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2008/02/sei.html' title='Sei'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/R6xTlaRbXLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KqimZikuXM0/s72-c/PA110113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-7283882672759609161</id><published>2008-01-24T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:49:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou tentar...</title><content type='html'>... Adormecer a &lt;strong&gt;Saudade&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;... Adormecer o desejo do nosso &lt;strong&gt;Agora&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;... Adormecer o &lt;strong&gt;calor &lt;/strong&gt;que me invade...&lt;br /&gt;... Adormecer o teu sabor nos meus &lt;strong&gt;lábios&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;... Adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;         ... Adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;                  ... e acordar quando as palavras voltarem a ser &lt;strong&gt;abraços ...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;olhares...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: estarei no sítio do costume à tua espera para mais um feliz reencontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-7283882672759609161?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/7283882672759609161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=7283882672759609161' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/7283882672759609161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/7283882672759609161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2008/01/vou-tentar.html' title='Vou tentar...'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-1014139088245228428</id><published>2008-01-14T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:30:44.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já não escrevo há muito tempo, nem sei como hei-de de começar, nem o que partilhar… queria tanto contar-vos o que se passou na minha vida nos entretantos, o que fiz, o que senti… mas acho que era um texto longo demais… demasiadas palavras, demasiado olhar para trás, demasiadas recordações… parece outra vida, outro Eu… sai de casa, divorciei-me, vivi sozinha, voltei ao quarto de solteira da casa dos pais e finalmente estou de regresso à minha casa, que agora… enfim começo a chamar lar… tudo isto apenas num ano…&lt;br /&gt;Agora só me apetece olhar em frente, esquecer do pouco amor que sentia por mim, da pouca vontade de viver, da pouca importância que dava aos meus sonhos e vontades… não me apetece recordar, não me apetece perguntar porque não tive força para me libertar de todo aquele faz de conta mais cedo, e me deixei enredar pelas convenções e expectativas que os outros fazem com as nossa vidas… passei de bestial a besta… mas pronto já passou… já reconquistei os meus pais, que perceberam que ser feliz é muito mais do que exibir um sorriso no rosto… acho que agora os deixo ser pais, já não tenho que tomar conta deles, finalmente posso ser a menina… afinal não é assim tão difícil…&lt;br /&gt;Já gosto mais de mim, já não me consigo enganar… pronto, só um pouquinho, as vezes… mas eu chego lá…&lt;br /&gt;O amor, principio e fim de tudo o que há… chegou finalmente, encontrei-o, ou fui encontrada??!! Não sei…aconteceu… mas tão diferente do que vivi, tão mais intenso e verdadeiro… tão mais eu, tão mais tu… tão mais nós… um nós que vai crescendo…&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos retomei-os… e tanto que há para fazer, pensar e criar…&lt;br /&gt;Um dia destes mudo de cidade, 300 km para sul, deixo o emprego… e aí vou eu… só para ser mais feliz, adormecer e acordar todos os dias com o calor do amor…&lt;br /&gt;Um dia destes vou, podem ter a certeza… já faltou mais…&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo o que passou e vivendo o agora.&lt;br /&gt;Agora não finjo felicidade… sou feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Agora não finjo amor… amo.&lt;br /&gt;Agora… o eterno agora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: vou tentar ser mais assídua por estas bandas, afinal todas estas mudanças começaram por causa de um blog… o mundo virtual tem destas coisas….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-1014139088245228428?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/1014139088245228428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=1014139088245228428' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/1014139088245228428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/1014139088245228428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2008/01/de-volta.html' title='De volta'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-1384711558119764246</id><published>2007-10-31T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:53:49.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryh1sJbaU_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KAaONAZIwgw/s1600-h/PA110116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127477577066894322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryh1sJbaU_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KAaONAZIwgw/s320/PA110116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixa eu te guardar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;casa&lt;/strong&gt; é sua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz em mim teu lar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me reconstrua &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryhv_5baU4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/tge-hbitQxo/s1600-h/PA080476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127471319299543938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryhv_5baU4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/tge-hbitQxo/s320/PA080476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queira me habitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde eu me escondo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz deste lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só seu&lt;/strong&gt; no mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryhx3pbaU6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/35IPgHTozO0/s1600-h/PA080448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127473376588878754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryhx3pbaU6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/35IPgHTozO0/s320/PA080448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu quero ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde você &lt;strong&gt;Sossega&lt;/strong&gt; a alma&lt;br /&gt;Que chora e ri &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E encontra a calma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryhz35baU8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/-jQhH38z6dc/s1600-h/PA070434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127475579907101634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryhz35baU8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/-jQhH38z6dc/s320/PA070434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra&lt;strong&gt; sonhar&lt;/strong&gt; Sem Dormir&lt;br /&gt;Vem acender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As luzes que Iluminam o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem ter comigo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryh20ZbaVAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/juwLD-XP09E/s1600-h/PA080473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127478818312442882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryh20ZbaVAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/juwLD-XP09E/s320/PA080473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sua parte da amplidão&lt;br /&gt;De minha parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estou aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que encontrei as palavras que tanto te queria dizer, agora resta-me agradecer a Elba Ramalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-1384711558119764246?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/1384711558119764246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=1384711558119764246' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/1384711558119764246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/1384711558119764246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Ryh1sJbaU_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KAaONAZIwgw/s72-c/PA110116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-8606747568173535087</id><published>2007-09-07T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:53:49.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mais perto</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que é apenas uma separação fisica, três horas de viagem, duzentos e muitos quilómetros... mas pronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RuEnBWvvYJI/AAAAAAAAACw/fiymuwj0V6A/s1600-h/P8060145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107406356654022802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RuEnBWvvYJI/AAAAAAAAACw/fiymuwj0V6A/s400/P8060145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui neste espaço que é meu, neste tempo longe do teu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fico à espera em que o tempo e o espaço sejam o &lt;strong&gt;Nosso Agora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas sabe tão bem acordar ao teu lado&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/3494571242740816928-8606747568173535087?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/8606747568173535087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=8606747568173535087' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/8606747568173535087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/8606747568173535087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/09/mais-perto.html' title='mais perto'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RuEnBWvvYJI/AAAAAAAAACw/fiymuwj0V6A/s72-c/P8060145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-2852371117392591588</id><published>2007-08-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:11:25.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Faz um ano, sem saber bem como, dei por mim a escrever-te no teu aniversário oferecendo-te, pensava eu na altura, apenas um poema, apenas um momento. Foi assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Procuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Caminhos que me levem a ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que me afastem dos medos que trago soltos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Navego, perdida por entre sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vontades por desvendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Procuro a ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;De sentir a verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O sabor dos teus beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O calor do teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A segurança dos teus abraços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sou pequenina caibo na palma da tua mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finalmente posso adormecer em segurança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Encontrei-te, não procuro mais, fico assim pousada no teu peito...abrigada na tua Alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje passado um ano digo-te:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Conheço os caminhos e percursos que me levam a &lt;strong&gt;Ti&lt;/strong&gt; e para Ti, afastei-me do faz de conta, do medo de viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Navego agora pela &lt;strong&gt;vontade&lt;/strong&gt; de te amar, de me &lt;strong&gt;amar&lt;/strong&gt;... já não és mais um &lt;strong&gt;Sonho&lt;/strong&gt;. não és mais uma ilusão. &lt;strong&gt;És&lt;/strong&gt; tu. O teu&lt;strong&gt; corpo&lt;/strong&gt;, os teus&lt;strong&gt; beijos&lt;/strong&gt;, os teus &lt;strong&gt;abraços&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;És tu de quem sinto&lt;strong&gt; Saudade&lt;/strong&gt;, cada vez que apago a luz ao dia e vou dormir. É tão bom sentir saudade do teu &lt;strong&gt;toque&lt;/strong&gt;, do teu &lt;strong&gt;respirar&lt;/strong&gt;, do teu &lt;strong&gt;cheiro&lt;/strong&gt;, do teu &lt;strong&gt;olhar&lt;/strong&gt;, do teu &lt;strong&gt;beijo&lt;/strong&gt;.... Faz me sentir tão viva, tão Eu, tão &lt;strong&gt;Mulher&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Continuo a caber na palma da tua mão... onde ne sinto &lt;strong&gt;segura&lt;/strong&gt; porque nunca a vais apertar demais para me sufocar, nem abrir-la demais para me deixar cair, eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gosto de ti assim, deste jeito, desta maneira... Gosto de ti como sei... Gosto de ti sem saber como... sem saber porquê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora, sinto saudade dos dias que ainda não passaram, dos momentos ainda não partilhados, dos agoras ainda não vividos, dos beijos ainda não saboreados, dos abraços ainda não apertados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te meu Amor Lindo.&lt;/strong&gt; Parabéns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;PS: Falta muito para um dia destes?!&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/3494571242740816928-2852371117392591588?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/2852371117392591588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=2852371117392591588' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/2852371117392591588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/2852371117392591588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-ano.html' title='Um ano'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-8393656325719621198</id><published>2007-06-21T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:53:50.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A magia aconteceu, as ondas chegavam mansinhas, fazendo arrepiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O sorriso dela tudo fazia esquecer, os olhos dele pousaram nos dela fazendo-a estremecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim, estava perto, ela agora iria saber qual o sabor dos beijos, qual a segurança dos seus abraços, qual o cheiro da sua pele... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rnp4AKRdhdI/AAAAAAAAACo/45infpq4BBk/s1600-h/P6050201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078503473966581202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rnp4AKRdhdI/AAAAAAAAACo/45infpq4BBk/s400/P6050201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, ela estava pronta... iria entregar-se... sem medo... sem dúvidas... iria deixar-se AMAR, permitir que entrassem na sua Alma, iria dar-se sem medo.&lt;br /&gt;Ele, como que adivinhando, puxou-a, abraçou-a. Pousou docemente os seus beijos nos lábios dela, deixou as mãos percorrerem o seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rnp3oKRdhcI/AAAAAAAAACg/p43zGp0pcxU/s1600-h/P6050200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078503061649720770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rnp3oKRdhcI/AAAAAAAAACg/p43zGp0pcxU/s400/P6050200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os olhos dele diziam-lhe tanto, mostravam-lhe a liberdade... a audácia. Davam-lhe o que há muito desejava sentir: LIBERDADE e PARTILHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rnp3NqRdhbI/AAAAAAAAACY/BpOFKQHOztw/s1600-h/P6050199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078502606383187378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rnp3NqRdhbI/AAAAAAAAACY/BpOFKQHOztw/s400/P6050199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cada vez mais cúmplices, os olhos trocavam-se, percorriam todos os recantos da Alma... Adormeceu nos seus braços, no seu mundo e acordou MULHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;É assim, sempre, desde sempre e para sempre quando estou contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Estou com imenso trabalho, e com muitas saudades de vos visitar, meus queridos amigos, mas está um pouco dificil, mas estou bem e Sou feliz)&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/3494571242740816928-8393656325719621198?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/8393656325719621198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=8393656325719621198' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/8393656325719621198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/8393656325719621198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/06/assim.html' title='É assim...'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rnp4AKRdhdI/AAAAAAAAACo/45infpq4BBk/s72-c/P6050201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-7691626229973090052</id><published>2007-06-05T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:53:51.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RmUrsKRdhYI/AAAAAAAAACA/3Jm4eS1I_DI/s1600-h/P3250018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072508592974562690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RmUrsKRdhYI/AAAAAAAAACA/3Jm4eS1I_DI/s400/P3250018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tenho por ti uma paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tão forte e acrisolada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que até adoro a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando por ti é causada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RmUtJaRdhZI/AAAAAAAAACI/4fNHH3YaP78/s1600-h/P3250009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072510194997364114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RmUtJaRdhZI/AAAAAAAAACI/4fNHH3YaP78/s400/P3250009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou mais infeliz que os pobres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que têm fome na rua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também eu ando faminta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;De beijos da tua boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto a Saudade a rebentar a minha Alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RmUvPaRdhaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rKpPateI3uY/s1600-h/P3250022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072512497099834786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RmUvPaRdhaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rKpPateI3uY/s400/P3250022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto a paixão a tomar conta de cada pedaço meu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Saudade está semeada em cada momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em que recordo os teus beijos a pousar nos meus lábios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto saudade quando a minha pele pede o teu toque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto Saudade quando a minha Alma suplica pela Tua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto Saudade quando o desejo invade cada poro do meu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto Saudade porque tudo o que ês faz parte de quem eu Sou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto Saudade... Hummm que bom...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;O que está a azul são sentires de FlorBela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-7691626229973090052?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/7691626229973090052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=7691626229973090052' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/7691626229973090052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/7691626229973090052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/06/tenho-por-ti-uma-paixo-to-forte-e.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RmUrsKRdhYI/AAAAAAAAACA/3Jm4eS1I_DI/s72-c/P3250018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-7423389731202788074</id><published>2007-06-01T03:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T03:50:49.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelas crianças e por nós.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Porque sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Porque um dia destes quero ter filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Porque somos todos Um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Porque eu sou, tu és, nós somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=5g8cmWZOX8Q"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=5g8cmWZOX8Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque está nas nossas mãos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-7423389731202788074?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/7423389731202788074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=7423389731202788074' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/7423389731202788074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/7423389731202788074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/06/pelas-crianas-e-por-ns.html' title='Pelas crianças e por nós.'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-2341222499146148915</id><published>2007-05-28T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:53:52.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sítio especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Luna, do Blog Noitemar, desafiou-me para divulgar um local especial de Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei que já mostrei as fotografias de quando fui a Piodão, mas não resisti a voltar a mostrar fotografias e a falar deste local que é fantástico... mágico até.  E quando a companhia, é aquela companhia, porque esperamos uma Vida e assim quase do nada aparece... é ainda mais irresistível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa escapadinha de dois dias, saí de alma renovada, pronta a enfrentar a asafama do dia-a-dia... bem quase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de curvas e contracurvas, feitas pelo noite escura, quando chegou o dia e abri a janela...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlr4Bygi12I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QJabjntBmWI/s1600-h/P4290224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069637040180746082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlr4Bygi12I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QJabjntBmWI/s400/P4290224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi maravilhoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlrv8ygi1yI/AAAAAAAAABY/_73SFx8OIm4/s1600-h/P4280082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069628158188377890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlrv8ygi1yI/AAAAAAAAABY/_73SFx8OIm4/s400/P4280082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parece que atravessamos uma ponte  para outro mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlr3pCgi11I/AAAAAAAAABw/53Qe48Zl484/s1600-h/P4290241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069636614978983762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlr3pCgi11I/AAAAAAAAABw/53Qe48Zl484/s400/P4290241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para outro tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlr3Higi10I/AAAAAAAAABo/qpZnr_9xNSU/s1600-h/P4280128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069636039453366082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlr3Higi10I/AAAAAAAAABo/qpZnr_9xNSU/s400/P4280128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dá vontade de nos perdermos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlrvhygi1xI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uSKD5SBEkbI/s1600-h/P4280076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069627694331909906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlrvhygi1xI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uSKD5SBEkbI/s400/P4280076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque o que vamos encontrar a seguir é sempre espantoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RlrxGSgi1zI/AAAAAAAAABg/JW_43CFRN1w/s1600-h/P4280121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069629420908762930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RlrxGSgi1zI/AAAAAAAAABg/JW_43CFRN1w/s400/P4280121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um mundo mágico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069627114511324930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RlrvACgi1wI/AAAAAAAAABI/thheg9QWRDw/s400/P4280065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Piodão sem sombra de dúvida um local a visitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora vou passar o desafio a Serenidade, que com as suas palavras encantadas vai mostrar, com toda a certeza, um local mágico  e a Vida, quero mesmo conhecer a tua Ilha... se quiserem, como é claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlrt2ygi1vI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gn6uZwVs89Q/s1600-h/P4280028.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-2341222499146148915?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/2341222499146148915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=2341222499146148915' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/2341222499146148915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/2341222499146148915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/05/um-stio-especial.html' title='Um sítio especial'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/Rlr4Bygi12I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QJabjntBmWI/s72-c/P4290224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-1305172487055669650</id><published>2007-05-25T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:53:52.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em mim e comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RlajSygi1uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5Yf1VUwjPS0/s1600-h/P4180001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068417973843318498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RlajSygi1uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5Yf1VUwjPS0/s400/P4180001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;invadiu-me a tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;um vazio crescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;que tomou conta de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;NÃO uma tristeza de &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Uma tristeza de &lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Um vazio de &lt;strong&gt;TI&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Repleto do &lt;strong&gt;TEU&lt;/strong&gt; ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tão longe e tão &lt;strong&gt;perto&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que te sinto &lt;strong&gt;colado&lt;/strong&gt; a minha pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que sinto a tua respiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;ocultar &lt;/strong&gt;aos meus &lt;strong&gt;suspiros&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que sinto o bater do teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;e entre cada batida ouço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o silêncio das minhas lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;... Sim... eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EM MIM E COMIGO&lt;br /&gt;NO AQUI E NO AGORA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-1305172487055669650?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/1305172487055669650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=1305172487055669650' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/1305172487055669650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/1305172487055669650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/05/em-mim-e-comigo.html' title='Em mim e comigo'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RlajSygi1uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5Yf1VUwjPS0/s72-c/P4180001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-2654103452150730856</id><published>2007-05-22T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:24:44.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu, por vezes achamos que é egoísmo  falarmos e pensarmos em nós próprios, mas eu acho que não, pois só conhecendo quem realmente somos e o que realmente sentimos é que é possivel partilhar com o outro, que também é parte de nós, aquilo que temos de mais verdadeiro. Isto tudo a propósito do desafio que o Amaral me lançou e pronto foi o que saiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU QUERO acreditar num mundo melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU TENHO muita paciência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU ACHO que vale a pena acreditar no ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU ODEIO nada, nem ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU SINTO saudades, como nunca senti...é bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU ESCUTO as ondas e deixo-me ir no seu embalar e escutar o bater do teu coração é delicioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU CHEIRO a maresia, a terra molhada pela chuva e um bom petisco da mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU IMPLORO acho que nunca o fiz…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU PROCURO a minha mais pura verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU ARREPENDO-ME …isso agora… o que lá vai lá vai…&lt;br /&gt;EU AMO–ME logo amo-te… no aqui e no agora, no sempre e desde sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU SINTO DOR de cabeça, mais vezes do que gostaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU SINTO A FALTA de ti… o fim-de-semana é muito pequenino, não chega para “matar” as saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU IMPORTO-ME comigo, contigo e com os outros, respeitar é muito bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU SEMPRE como mais do que devia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU NÃO FICO zangada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU ACREDITO no amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU DANÇO para aliviar a alma… hummm nada melhor do que deixar a música invadir-me…e se for Celta então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU CANTO, eu tento cantar… o meu pai diz que eu encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU CHORO nem sempre que devia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU FALHO porque tenho uma pontaria péssima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU LUTO pelo que acredito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU ESCREVO o que me vai na alma…&lt;br /&gt;EU GANHO em cada dia mais 24 horas para fazer imensas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU PERCO–ME, tenho um sentido de orientação péssimo, mas mesmo assim encontrei-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU CONFUNDO-ME com a esquerda e a direita.&lt;br /&gt;EU ESTOU FELIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU FICO a contar os dias até chegar ao dia destes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU TENHO ESPERANÇA no Homem, no Mundo… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU PRECISO de aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU DEVERIA ser mais organizada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU NÃO GOSTO de mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EU SOU O Que Sou e pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E agora vou desafiar, se quiserem porque eu não fico zangada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- Luís Carlos do Blog Espiritualidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- Brilho do Blog Outra Fase da Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- Pantera do Blog Esquissos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Um beijo doce para todos e vão deixando nos comentários um Eu que queiram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-2654103452150730856?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/2654103452150730856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=2654103452150730856' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/2654103452150730856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/2654103452150730856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/05/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-2392193155815360114</id><published>2007-05-14T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:53:53.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na soleira da porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RkiEqB1jK4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FezTZ5okiAk/s1600-h/P4290230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064443638560533378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RkiEqB1jK4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FezTZ5okiAk/s320/P4290230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentada na soleira da porta via-te passar, todos os dias passavas por mim, eu ali pequenina, nem davas por mim…&lt;br /&gt;Eu pelo contrário já conhecia o barulho dos teus passos pela calçada, quase encoberto pelo bater do meu coração…&lt;br /&gt;Já sabia de cor os teus horários, os teus dias e percursos, por onde vinhas, por onde ias… assim sentada na soleira da porta imaginava o que fazias quando depois de passar por mim deixava de te ver, quando ficavas tão pequenino que apenas os olhos do meu coração te conseguiam distinguir lá bem longe… e eu sentada na soleira da porta… com vontade de bater com a porta, de abrir a janela e ver o mundo para além da minha soleira, para além do meu imaginar, sentir na pele os caminhos que percorres, os trilhos e rumos que traças pelo te caminhar, pelo teu ir…eu sentada na soleira da porta via-me partir, ir para além do horizonte, para além daquele ponto distante onde já não te distinguia…&lt;br /&gt;Sentada na soleira da porta inventava mil viagens e historias, escolhia personagens e cenários, compunha destinos e traçava vontades, sentada na soleira da porta deixava-me ir levada pela imaginação para mundos secretos que habitavam na minha cabeça, num mundo só meu fingia viver, comandada pela ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Sentada na soleira da minha porta fui…&lt;br /&gt;E tu que vês da soleira da porta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064444604928174994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RkiFiR1jK5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/u11wZveHJpo/s320/P4290262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Piodão, um destino a não perder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3494571242740816928-2392193155815360114?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/2392193155815360114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=2392193155815360114' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/2392193155815360114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/2392193155815360114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/05/na-soleira-da-porta.html' title='Na soleira da porta'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RkiEqB1jK4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/FezTZ5okiAk/s72-c/P4290230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3494571242740816928.post-4193205794312817150</id><published>2007-05-09T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:53:54.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RkGqbx1jK3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9XCGrUwG3Ck/s1600-h/blog[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062514850352278386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RkGqbx1jK3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9XCGrUwG3Ck/s320/blog%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Porque Tu me disseste Eu acreditei,&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei que era possível libertar-me das amarras, acreditei que era capaz,&lt;br /&gt;Devolveste-me a certeza de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Resgatei o meu Ser, assim posso dizer Sou… sim Eu Sou um pedaço de Ti, um pedaço de Nós… assim construído, remendado de um ser que se julgava inerte, que se sentia vazio…&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu me disseste que a resposta estava cá dentro, que nada nem ninguém me poderia libertar… apenas se eu quisesse mas que não querer também era possível…&lt;br /&gt;Porque Tu me disseste que voar era bom, mas só saberia se experimentasse.&lt;br /&gt;Porque me disseste que chorar não me faria menos Eu.&lt;br /&gt;Porque me disseste que o mau também é bom.&lt;br /&gt;Porque me disseste que Eu faço parte de um todo&lt;br /&gt;Porque me disseste que cair também é aprender…&lt;br /&gt;Porque me disseste que todos somos Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Porque me disseste e eu acreditei…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E assim, nomeio todos os que por aqui passaram, passam e quem sabe ainda  passarão, nomeio todos aqueles por onde passei, passo e passarei... porque todos foram importantes para eu recomeçar... mas Tu sabes que é um muito especial para ti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quanto a ti Dona Vida Maria um beijo pelo presente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Os nomeados devem copiar o respectivo selo em cima, postá-lo e escolher os cinco blogues que os fazem pensar.&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/3494571242740816928-4193205794312817150?l=umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/feeds/4193205794312817150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3494571242740816928&amp;postID=4193205794312817150' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/4193205794312817150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3494571242740816928/posts/default/4193205794312817150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiadestes-desassossego.blogspot.com/2007/05/pois.html' title='Pois...'/><author><name>Desassossego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534190751592944828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/lcarlos67/DSC_0483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rP0GxKZ0ths/RkGqbx1jK3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9XCGrUwG3Ck/s72-c/blog%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
