<?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-4749360007246542496</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:42:04.855Z</updated><title type='text'>Sente. Vive. Lê !</title><subtitle type='html'>Não tem um nexo definido este blogue .. É uma espadela para exprimir sentimentos talvez.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749360007246542496.post-7565191525130460114</id><published>2009-06-17T17:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:02:41.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor Madrinha &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkhZLEZZ0I/AAAAAAAAABY/BDd8NZqVx5U/s1600-h/Queima+das+Fitas+%2709+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkhZLEZZ0I/AAAAAAAAABY/BDd8NZqVx5U/s400/Queima+das+Fitas+%2709+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348342748830852930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Martinha, és a melhor madrinha que poderia ter arranjado ! Obrigado por tudo o que tens feito aqui pela afilhada &lt;3 *&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/4749360007246542496-7565191525130460114?l=peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7565191525130460114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/06/melhor-madrinha-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7565191525130460114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7565191525130460114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/06/melhor-madrinha-3.html' title='Melhor Madrinha &lt;3'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkhZLEZZ0I/AAAAAAAAABY/BDd8NZqVx5U/s72-c/Queima+das+Fitas+%2709+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749360007246542496.post-7762541048780203949</id><published>2009-06-17T17:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:48:56.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(..) de volta !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkeVoiSn3I/AAAAAAAAABI/kpY7krNSqig/s1600-h/070620092898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkeVoiSn3I/AAAAAAAAABI/kpY7krNSqig/s200/070620092898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348339389486505842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo que não escrevia nada, quer por falta de tempo, de vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Agora com as férias( espero eu ), espero passar cá mais um tempinho.&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/4749360007246542496-7762541048780203949?l=peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7762541048780203949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-volta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7762541048780203949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7762541048780203949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-volta.html' title='(..) de volta !'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkeVoiSn3I/AAAAAAAAABI/kpY7krNSqig/s72-c/070620092898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749360007246542496.post-2619808426249044115</id><published>2009-04-21T16:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:30:46.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Sinto saudades dos verdadeiros amigos , aqeles que nunca se esquecem. &lt;br /&gt;Mas que têem diminuido com o passar o tempo :|&lt;br /&gt;Agora se descobre a verdade : )&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/4749360007246542496-2619808426249044115?l=peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/2619808426249044115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinto-saudades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/2619808426249044115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/2619808426249044115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinto-saudades.html' title='Sinto Saudades'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749360007246542496.post-1654982464805679263</id><published>2009-03-26T15:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:15:17.028Z</updated><title type='text'>Confusão  -.-'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/Scub7_l5SfI/AAAAAAAAABA/5bsgpm4F3Mw/s1600-h/29122007074+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/Scub7_l5SfI/AAAAAAAAABA/5bsgpm4F3Mw/s320/29122007074+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317515240025967090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Queria ter certeza. Certeza de que já não significas nada, além de um amigo. Mas até isso está a desaparecer lentamente. As conversas são escassas e quando as há de pouco se fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;O estar longe de ti ajuda, acredita que ajuda, mas não é a solução. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Tenho tantas saudades dos momentos passados desde há cerca de ano e meio para cá. Momentos de alegria, de diversão, de cultura, de amizade ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Mas isso acabou.  Agora mal falamos, mal nos vemos, mal nos conhecemos. Aquela empatia que havia desapareceu. E tu não dás por nada. Eu tento dizer que tudo está a mudar, mas tu dizes que está sempre tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;A verdade é que as coisas mudam com o tempo, mas não deviam ter mudado tanto e seguido este caminho -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Eu no fundo ainda gosto de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aliás ainda gosto muito de ti.&lt;/span&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/4749360007246542496-1654982464805679263?l=peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1654982464805679263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/03/confusao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/1654982464805679263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/1654982464805679263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/03/confusao.html' title='Confusão  -.-&apos;'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/Scub7_l5SfI/AAAAAAAAABA/5bsgpm4F3Mw/s72-c/29122007074+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749360007246542496.post-7539894902319187169</id><published>2009-03-21T14:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:33:33.738Z</updated><title type='text'>-.-'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desiludida com tanta coisa . Com tanta gente . Com tanto momento .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não qeria ter feito . Nao qeria ter dito . Mas fiz e disse .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho qe mereço mais . Um pouco mais . Mas nao tenho .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vou abaixo . Lentamente . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So' peço qe me içes . Para voltar a ver a luz do sol .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso de ti . Dos teus olhos . Das tuas palavras .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ralha . Zanga-te . Mas Olha-me nos olhos . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois poderei dizer " Foi preciso dizer para acontecer " !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Injusta a vida . Mas segue . Lentamente . Vou seguindo com ela .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia ela acaba . E eu acabarei com ela . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois o silêncio . Acabou .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sigo . Para Onde não Sei . Mas sigo . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida não termina aqui . Para lá do Sol há algo que me chama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não resisto .. E vou .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De lá vejo tudo isto . A destruição , o mal , a inveja , a riqueza excessiva ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pergunto-me ' Para quê ? ' . Vão todos terminar como eu . Aqui ou Ali ao lado .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas errem . Não sabem onde estou, para onde irão ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o soubessem viveriam melhor . Um dia desço lá e digo-lhes . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando puder voar . Para longe daqui . Até lá , vou vivendo a morte . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Até um dia 'amigos' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749360007246542496-7539894902319187169?l=peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7539894902319187169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7539894902319187169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7539894902319187169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='-.-&apos;'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749360007246542496.post-3951962594161948669</id><published>2009-02-28T19:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:57:09.440Z</updated><title type='text'>=$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Acho que está a chegar ao fim o sentimento que durou 1ano e meio .. :) Por um lado aliviada e por outro triste porque estou a perder um 'amigo'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Obrigado por me teres feito crescer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;António&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749360007246542496-3951962594161948669?l=peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3951962594161948669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/3951962594161948669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/3951962594161948669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='=$'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749360007246542496.post-2346368653026254161</id><published>2009-02-21T11:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:08:17.732Z</updated><title type='text'>Antonómia de sentimentos ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Primeiro que tudo um Parabéns a mim :) Não é todos os dias que completamos 19anos de existência .. Ou de semi-existência .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quase que não dormi nada esta noite , não parava de pensar em tudo o que me lembrava destes 19anos em que vivo .. Tanta coisa já aconteceu, tanta tinta já correu, tanto se disse, tanto se fez, e muito não fiz. Acho que apenas disso tenho pena, de não ter arriscasdo mais em certas coisas, de não ter pisado o risco, de não ter dito e feito o que sentia e queria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pensando que não 19ano é muito ! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A bocado quando acordei senti-me feliz , ao ler as mensagens de parabéns dos meus amigos .. aqueles que não se esqeçeram desta data  .. e de mim apesar de tudo o que posso implicar, distância, sofrimento, saudade .. Mas também triste por saber que alguns deles não se iram lembrar .. E assim nao entendo os momentos qe passei com essas pessoas, os sorrisos, os choros .. A vida segue é verdade, mas nunca se esqeçe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bem um ObrigadaO e todos os que me deram e ainda vão dar os parabéns =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Adoro-vos a todos .&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/4749360007246542496-2346368653026254161?l=peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/2346368653026254161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/02/antonomia-de-sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/2346368653026254161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/2346368653026254161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/02/antonomia-de-sentimentos.html' title='Antonómia de sentimentos ..'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749360007246542496.post-7161237911533166253</id><published>2009-02-16T13:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:19:20.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Prova de amor &lt;3 , música.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Prova de amor &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda que eu faço chover&lt;br /&gt;Pede que eu mando parar&lt;br /&gt;Manda que eu faço de tudo  meu amor pra te agradar&lt;br /&gt;Uma prova de amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma prova de amor eu dou se você  quiser&lt;br /&gt;Uma prova de amor eu dou se preciso for&lt;br /&gt;Uma prova de amor eu dou  quem sabe assim&lt;br /&gt;Você vê todo o bem que tem dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Uma prova de amor  pra ver sua razão, e aprender se curvar pro coração&lt;br /&gt;Faço tudo pra ter  você&lt;br /&gt;Faço tudo pra ter você por perto&lt;br /&gt;Faço tudo pra ser merecedor&lt;br /&gt;Eu  tiro até água do deserto&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração está tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Que vai ser o dono  desse amor&lt;br /&gt;Existia um vazio em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Existia a tristeza em meu  olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu era uma folha solta ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Sem vida, sem cor, sem  sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Até seu perfume me alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda que eu faço  chover&lt;br /&gt;Pede que eu mando parar&lt;br /&gt;Manda que eu faço de tudo meu amor pra te  agradar&lt;br /&gt;Manda que eu faço chover&lt;br /&gt;Pede que eu mando parar&lt;br /&gt;Manda que eu  faço de tudo só pra não te ver chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma prova de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Zeca Pagodinho .  "&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/4749360007246542496-7161237911533166253?l=peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7161237911533166253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/02/prova-de-amor-3-musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7161237911533166253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7161237911533166253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/02/prova-de-amor-3-musica.html' title='Prova de amor &lt;3 , música.'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749360007246542496.post-7621394129091894696</id><published>2009-02-15T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:55:57.509Z</updated><title type='text'>Definição de amigo &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SZhzPAxLTdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8LtCXgWg-tM/s1600-h/29122007074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SZhzPAxLTdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8LtCXgWg-tM/s320/29122007074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303115262970252754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Nem sempre é fácil, as vezes frases magoam , sem deixar mágoas porque amigos são os que perdoam . É quando se vê quem é amigo de quem, no mal e no bem , sentindo desdém, rodeado de gente sem nunca ter ninguém. Alguém pra falar, sempre pronto a escutar, a mão que se estende, que te ajuda a levantar. Quem te corrige quando tu não sabes o que é certo , quem te dá água quando te perdes nalgum deserto. Sempre por perto, sempre pronto pra chorar ou rir, quem te conhece e sabe quando tu tás a mentir ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acho que esta é uma boa definição da palavra 'amigo'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obrigado a todos aqueles que estão comigo.&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/4749360007246542496-7621394129091894696?l=peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7621394129091894696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/02/definicao-de-amigo-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7621394129091894696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749360007246542496/posts/default/7621394129091894696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peqenopedacodemim.blogspot.com/2009/02/definicao-de-amigo-3.html' title='Definição de amigo &lt;3'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16213828633876776629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SjkiEgjTzlI/AAAAAAAAABg/L77X-JyYtmo/S220/040620092859+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oHPPFz8UOoo/SZhzPAxLTdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8LtCXgWg-tM/s72-c/29122007074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
