<?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-5904799689996636175</id><updated>2012-05-20T17:47:15.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(dis)sabor dos sentidos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-1029901566588702245</id><published>2012-05-20T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T00:38:34.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(más) escolhas .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8D-7Gzr79hc/T7gunjfSSQI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9OpVGIc1vJQ/s1600/397194_219223304828146_200773136673163_493011_401281914_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8D-7Gzr79hc/T7gunjfSSQI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9OpVGIc1vJQ/s400/397194_219223304828146_200773136673163_493011_401281914_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;é de facto verdade que os ventos que arranjam um espacinho para mais uma pessoa no nosso coração são os mesmos que , de um momento para o outro , a arrancam e arrastam consigo , sem esperança de mais uma brisa . agora sim estou em crer que o problema sempre esteve no excesso de confiança que deposito nas pessoas . sempre ouvi dizer que &lt;i&gt;quando a esmola é grande , o pobre desconfia&lt;/i&gt; , e eu tenho realmente que começar a desconfiar das esmolas que vou recebendo , em troca de nada , &lt;strike&gt;pensava eu&lt;/strike&gt;. ou é isto , ou tenho uma noção de amizade bem diferente das pessoas que os ventos me têm trazido . interesse , mentiras , ocultações e problemas de identidade são coisas que na verdade estouram o meu saco de paciência . não é só a amargura momentânea a falar quando digo que lamento que tenhas feito parte dos três melhores anos da minha vida , porque na realidade queria poder apagar-te deles o mais depressa possível , para que os pudesse relembrar apenas e só com um sorriso , e não com o arrependimento de te ter deixado entrar tão facilmente na minha vida ! infelizmente a vida não é um &lt;i&gt;pc&lt;/i&gt; onde podemos anular escolhas e refazê-las . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-1029901566588702245?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1029901566588702245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=1029901566588702245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1029901566588702245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1029901566588702245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2012/05/mas-escolhas.html' title='(más) escolhas .'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8D-7Gzr79hc/T7gunjfSSQI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9OpVGIc1vJQ/s72-c/397194_219223304828146_200773136673163_493011_401281914_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-1354621643431124355</id><published>2012-05-07T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-07T01:44:25.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a mulher da minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EOghKxsV75g/T6cXjcf7bOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JPlBudAlF8I/s1600/528919_247039368736676_131525810288033_464584_1754053739_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EOghKxsV75g/T6cXjcf7bOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JPlBudAlF8I/s400/528919_247039368736676_131525810288033_464584_1754053739_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;object width="160" height="115"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/piXdt5aRJoY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/piXdt5aRJoY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="160" height="115" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;sou totalmente dependente do amor , do ombro , do olhar e do sorriso da minha mãe , e devo-lhe o mundo que nunca lhe poderei dar , porque nada paga a sua dedicação enquanto mãe , esposa e mulher . mais que rainha , é um anjo em corpo de mulher , e a minha admiração e orgulho são totalmente justos e infindáveis . jamais gestos , palavras ou imagens servirão para descrever o significado dessa palavra tão divina - &lt;b&gt;mãe&lt;/b&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-1354621643431124355?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1354621643431124355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=1354621643431124355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1354621643431124355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1354621643431124355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2012/05/mulher-da-minha-vida.html' title='a mulher da minha vida'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EOghKxsV75g/T6cXjcf7bOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/JPlBudAlF8I/s72-c/528919_247039368736676_131525810288033_464584_1754053739_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-6175951217786517098</id><published>2012-02-15T01:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-15T01:37:00.611Z</updated><title type='text'>" ela é tudo o que eu queria , e nunca soube que tive "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="260" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmkvkbqXY_Q?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmkvkbqXY_Q?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="260" height="215" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;aos que amam , sejam namorados , pais , irmãos ou amigos , &lt;b&gt;valorizem&lt;/b&gt; , porque o amanhã não é uma garantia absoluta . &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/5904799689996636175-6175951217786517098?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6175951217786517098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=6175951217786517098' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/6175951217786517098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/6175951217786517098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2012/02/ela-e-tudo-o-que-eu-queria-e-nunca.html' title='&quot; ela é tudo o que eu queria , e nunca soube que tive &quot;'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-3446400995447182079</id><published>2012-01-30T13:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:30:18.792Z</updated><title type='text'>where have you been all my life ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fqBsVnPKjg/TyaZ-X1s0PI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mYg4nxpEXP0/s1600/allmylife_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fqBsVnPKjg/TyaZ-X1s0PI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mYg4nxpEXP0/s400/allmylife_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703415274941501682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;e depois há aquela pessoa que só com um olhar espelha tudo , só com um sorriso transforma tudo à nossa volta , só com um abraço nos faz sentir a pessoa mais protegida do mundo e só com um beijo nos arrepia cada pedaço de pele .  &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/5904799689996636175-3446400995447182079?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3446400995447182079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=3446400995447182079' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/3446400995447182079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/3446400995447182079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-have-you-been-all-my-life.html' title='where have you been all my life ?'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fqBsVnPKjg/TyaZ-X1s0PI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mYg4nxpEXP0/s72-c/allmylife_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-3111218425652088949</id><published>2012-01-28T13:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T13:26:34.175Z</updated><title type='text'>cacos .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-SEbEaLcXQ/TyP3ULL1phI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5D-zaH_NZak/s1600/429862_2732984362073_1181213554_32334675_2077619776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-SEbEaLcXQ/TyP3ULL1phI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5D-zaH_NZak/s400/429862_2732984362073_1181213554_32334675_2077619776_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702673479153067538" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-3111218425652088949?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3111218425652088949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=3111218425652088949' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/3111218425652088949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/3111218425652088949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2012/01/cacos.html' title='cacos .'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-SEbEaLcXQ/TyP3ULL1phI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5D-zaH_NZak/s72-c/429862_2732984362073_1181213554_32334675_2077619776_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-3262147912106548235</id><published>2011-12-29T00:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:55:32.499Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Md0HHk_2Rs/Tvu5pB73t-I/AAAAAAAAAxA/eoCkgJWlB9s/s1600/320805_258337840880593_100001131372895_723759_741323666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Md0HHk_2Rs/Tvu5pB73t-I/AAAAAAAAAxA/eoCkgJWlB9s/s400/320805_258337840880593_100001131372895_723759_741323666_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691346668658079714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;"&lt;i&gt;faz-me querer , sem duvidar&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-3262147912106548235?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3262147912106548235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=3262147912106548235' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/3262147912106548235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/3262147912106548235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/12/faz-me-querer-sem-duvidar.html' title=''/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Md0HHk_2Rs/Tvu5pB73t-I/AAAAAAAAAxA/eoCkgJWlB9s/s72-c/320805_258337840880593_100001131372895_723759_741323666_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-1715049306907003997</id><published>2011-12-25T23:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T00:07:06.518Z</updated><title type='text'>tiro ao alvo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;estou a sentir-me o alvo de um jogo de facas e o atirador é a minha sombra&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/5904799689996636175-1715049306907003997?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1715049306907003997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=1715049306907003997' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1715049306907003997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1715049306907003997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/12/tiro-ao-alvo.html' title='tiro ao alvo'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-4686201004603360784</id><published>2011-12-25T02:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:41:40.896Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPP7fJjqKFk/TvaLttMR7HI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Hb4ukSHa6w8/s1600/399007_282012745179663_135066179874321_773807_278255790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPP7fJjqKFk/TvaLttMR7HI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Hb4ukSHa6w8/s400/399007_282012745179663_135066179874321_773807_278255790_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689888796570676338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;a todos os meus queridos leitores um feliz natal , recheado de riqueza em sorrisos , abraços , amor , saúde e paz . e a todos os que me têm deixado mensagens de força e carinho , um muito obrigado ! palavras de conforto sabem muito bem nas alturas em que o nosso ego se abate . sejam felizes :)&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/5904799689996636175-4686201004603360784?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4686201004603360784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=4686201004603360784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4686201004603360784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4686201004603360784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/12/todos-os-meus-queridos-leitores-um.html' title=''/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPP7fJjqKFk/TvaLttMR7HI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Hb4ukSHa6w8/s72-c/399007_282012745179663_135066179874321_773807_278255790_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-4994382497803221456</id><published>2011-10-23T01:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:41:02.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCib75Wg5f0/TqNeBIodAZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/lr3lL5uAEf8/s1600/tumblr_l6r8tn4zXQ1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCib75Wg5f0/TqNeBIodAZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/lr3lL5uAEf8/s400/tumblr_l6r8tn4zXQ1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666476129752252818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e quando somos forçados a dizer &lt;i&gt;adeus&lt;/i&gt; , sem despedidas , sem uma última palavra , um último olhar , um último abraço ? só um último suspiro e anos de memórias . quando achava que já não estavas ali para além da presença física , que já não estávamos no teu coração , sentia uma indiferença e despreocupação por ti . que egoísta , que ingrata , que insensível fui contigo e com a tua doença ! hoje sei que me perdoaste tudo antes de ir , porque o senti quando te vi suspirar pela última vez . se dizer &lt;i&gt;adeus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; é esquecer , se a memória não me falhar quando à tua idade chegar , estarás ainda em mim , estarás nos meus dias , estarás nas minhas saudades ! e hoje sinto tantas , minha estrela .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-4994382497803221456?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4994382497803221456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=4994382497803221456' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4994382497803221456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4994382497803221456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-quando-somos-forcados-dizer-adeus-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCib75Wg5f0/TqNeBIodAZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/lr3lL5uAEf8/s72-c/tumblr_l6r8tn4zXQ1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-4640623870771550738</id><published>2011-08-30T01:08:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:35:35.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>descansa em paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;perdoa-me a falta de palavras nos teus últimos minutos e a falta de coragem para enfrentar sem lágrimas a tua mão fria . sou um papel amarrotado quando penso que não vou voltar a sentir a tua mão , os teus braços delgados ou a tua face enrugada . desculpa , mas talvez mais tarde tenha a força de que és digna para te escrever uma última carta . hoje , as palavras são escassas para te escrever a saudade e o amor , porque a dor instalou-se . que no teu coração estejamos todos como tu ficarás nos nossos , eternamente .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o meu coração ficou mais pobre , mas o céu que me vigia ganhou uma estrela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5904799689996636175-4640623870771550738?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4640623870771550738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=4640623870771550738' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4640623870771550738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4640623870771550738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/08/descansa-em-paz.html' title='descansa em paz'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-8770285769057997793</id><published>2011-08-19T18:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:36:46.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>do sempre grande senhor , rui .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewQAmxRZ2iQ/Tk6fCR9hxBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/qSFOpuDwaBo/s1600/tumblr_kzlhhrjlvr1qaee99o1_500_large_large%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewQAmxRZ2iQ/Tk6fCR9hxBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/qSFOpuDwaBo/s400/tumblr_kzlhhrjlvr1qaee99o1_500_large_large%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642622244671833106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt;« &lt;i&gt;um deste dias vou poder apaixonar-me outra vez sem me importar de saber se vai durar um ano ou um mês . correr e saltar num dia , depois não dormir tranquilo , pensar que o amor é isto e descobrir que afinal é aquilo . já não há canções de amor como havia antigamente . um destes dias vou ser capaz de encontrar a felicidade , avançar em marcha atrás , ir de verdade em verdade . dizer que o amor é aquilo que ontem estava descoberto , e ver que no fim duma paixão espreita sempre um deserto . já não há canções de amor por não haver quem acredite . e vós almas tão ingénuas , cujo amor não tem saída , que buscais nas tolas canções o açúcar que adoça a vida , não percebeis que é o engano que prova que há uma chance , &lt;b&gt;acertar à primeira não é humano , é a essência do romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(...) »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;já não há canções de amor&lt;/i&gt; , rui veloso .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-8770285769057997793?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8770285769057997793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=8770285769057997793' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/8770285769057997793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/8770285769057997793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-sempre-grande-senhor-rui.html' title='do sempre grande senhor , rui .'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewQAmxRZ2iQ/Tk6fCR9hxBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/qSFOpuDwaBo/s72-c/tumblr_kzlhhrjlvr1qaee99o1_500_large_large%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-4159305612191337996</id><published>2011-07-11T01:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T01:25:46.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ser o que não sou .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCl80NO36hk/ThpCStrFRoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/YoKVm0bY36Q/s1600/Pnkdf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCl80NO36hk/ThpCStrFRoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/YoKVm0bY36Q/s400/Pnkdf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627883573618230914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;quando os meus olhos se reflectem naquele espelho , eu sei que não sou eu , que aqueles círculos baços escondem muito para além do que eu mesma sei . e o que sei é que aquele reflexo não é meu , não é dos meus olhos saudosos , nem do meu sorriso sincero . aquele é o reflexo de quem já nada tem , nada para perder , menos para ganhar . mas eu tenho , tenho para dar e mostrar , tenho para aprender e gostar , tenho para ganhar e viver . tenho tão pouco da imagem que reflicto que vou ter que mudar de espelho , antes que se parta e me dê &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; sete anos de azar .&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/5904799689996636175-4159305612191337996?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4159305612191337996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=4159305612191337996' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4159305612191337996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4159305612191337996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/07/ser-o-que-nao-sou.html' title='ser o que não sou .'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCl80NO36hk/ThpCStrFRoI/AAAAAAAAAvo/YoKVm0bY36Q/s72-c/Pnkdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-5920414628230599571</id><published>2011-06-03T17:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T19:51:49.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>um conselho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3A0fzM5khc/TfEWHxOObQI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YmcatzZ9IWA/s1600/vpaugust14_th-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3A0fzM5khc/TfEWHxOObQI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YmcatzZ9IWA/s400/vpaugust14_th-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616294533035617538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;nunca dêem demasiadas vezes o braço a torcer &lt;/i&gt;ao ponto de precisarem de um massagista . é que não há massagistas de corações, e já alguém dizia que &lt;b&gt;o que é de mais é erro&lt;/b&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-5920414628230599571?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5920414628230599571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=5920414628230599571' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/5920414628230599571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/5920414628230599571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-conselho.html' title='um conselho'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3A0fzM5khc/TfEWHxOObQI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YmcatzZ9IWA/s72-c/vpaugust14_th-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-5968145068281954547</id><published>2011-04-03T00:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T01:16:52.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alguém sabe formatar corações ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeCw2_5lYb8/TZe8XuvUAAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1I8cL4YL8Uw/s1600/tumblr_lhy9cbwCPM1qf75j7o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeCw2_5lYb8/TZe8XuvUAAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1I8cL4YL8Uw/s400/tumblr_lhy9cbwCPM1qf75j7o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591144578273247234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no fundo sei que por detrás da última porta do corredor do meu coração se escondem fantasmas . não pessoas , mas fantasmas de pessoas , memórias onde a hora da limpeza nunca chegou , pura e simplesmente porque o corredor do meu coração é muito longo , tem muitas portas . mas naquela guardei tudo o que era suposto esquecer e não esqueci , e fechei-a , deixei acumular pó .&lt;br /&gt;não percebo , vocês não guardam só "o que é bom de guardar" ? eu facilmente deixo que varram o que deveria ficar , e deixo ficar o que deveria deixar que varressem . acham que há cura ?&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/5904799689996636175-5968145068281954547?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5968145068281954547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=5968145068281954547' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/5968145068281954547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/5968145068281954547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/04/alguem-sabe-formatar-coracoes.html' title='alguém sabe formatar corações ?'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeCw2_5lYb8/TZe8XuvUAAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1I8cL4YL8Uw/s72-c/tumblr_lhy9cbwCPM1qf75j7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-1876254790329889671</id><published>2011-03-27T00:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:53:43.181Z</updated><title type='text'>é caso para dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaY4odHJ1Uk/TY6KgtKdjFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/77JeS2LsufE/s1600/5313926276_6c7c752781_z_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaY4odHJ1Uk/TY6KgtKdjFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/77JeS2LsufE/s400/5313926276_6c7c752781_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588556482097286226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;« &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;não consigo dominar este estado de ansiedade . a pressa de chegar p'ra não chegar tarde . não sei de que é que eu fujo , será desta solidão ? mas por que é que eu recuso quem quer dar-me a mão ? quero quem eu nunca vi , porque eu só quero quem não conheci . esta insatisfação não consigo compreender , sempre esta sensação que estou a perder . tenho pressa de sair , quero sentir ao chegar vontade de partir p'ra outro lugar . estou bem aonde eu não estou , porque eu só quero ir aonde eu não vou . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:monospace;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nunca gostei da rotina . mas , agora , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;não sei se alguma vez estive realmente preparada para mudanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/5904799689996636175-1876254790329889671?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1876254790329889671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=1876254790329889671' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1876254790329889671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1876254790329889671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-caso-para-dizer.html' title='é caso para dizer'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaY4odHJ1Uk/TY6KgtKdjFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/77JeS2LsufE/s72-c/5313926276_6c7c752781_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-641624586414300915</id><published>2011-03-12T13:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T13:54:00.894Z</updated><title type='text'>' if my father didn’t tell me to never say i can’t '</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zu-4XJ62XBg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zu-4XJ62XBg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;« &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;when I was just a little boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;barely strong enough to stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;i could always count on him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;he thought me everything i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;and ’till this day it shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;he was more than just a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;there were so many times i would doubt myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;but his words were always there to help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;how would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;where I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;if my father didn’t tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to never say i can’t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;he’d carry me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;and never let me fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so when last rain begins to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;and you’re out there on your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;and you can’t see a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;just find a voice that understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;for me it was my old man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;taught me to say the words I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;everything he taught me would stay with me forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;no i won’t forget a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;oh because of dad i now know myself better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hope i can do for him what he did for me&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parabéns pai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" jsid="text" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-641624586414300915?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/641624586414300915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=641624586414300915' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/641624586414300915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/641624586414300915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-my-father-didnt-tell-me-to-never-say.html' title='&apos; if my father didn’t tell me to never say i can’t &apos;'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-4277924304159280777</id><published>2011-03-09T23:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:49:35.784Z</updated><title type='text'>há silêncios que dizem tudo .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djmOBvDzowA/TXgR-hwvkpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/EasiPCeeirs/s1600/3784841848_4f5b2e4433_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582231504038105746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djmOBvDzowA/TXgR-hwvkpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/EasiPCeeirs/s400/3784841848_4f5b2e4433_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os actos falam realmente mais alto do que as palavras , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e os teus estão a gritar-me aos ouvidos . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-4277924304159280777?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4277924304159280777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=4277924304159280777' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4277924304159280777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4277924304159280777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha-silencios-que-dizem-tudo.html' title='há silêncios que dizem tudo .'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djmOBvDzowA/TXgR-hwvkpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/EasiPCeeirs/s72-c/3784841848_4f5b2e4433_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-1610950356873507335</id><published>2011-03-05T13:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:10:12.540Z</updated><title type='text'>então é assim ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOEEYUB8bXw/TXJEBYIYDcI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kdVePbdGmH0/s1600/1295971107_161032714_1-Fotos-de--PASSO-TRABALHOS-A-COMPUTADOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOEEYUB8bXw/TXJEBYIYDcI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kdVePbdGmH0/s400/1295971107_161032714_1-Fotos-de--PASSO-TRABALHOS-A-COMPUTADOR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580597678713605570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;todos os semestres tenho que organizar uma apresentação oral para espanhol . acontece que , este semestre , a actividade é ligeiramente diferente . temos que arranjar dois ou três temas sobre algo que gostemos de fazer para ensinar posteriormente ao resto da turma , ou explicar como se processa ( seja uma actividade de tempos livres , um desporto , um jogo , receitas , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; ) . temos que apresentar os temas que seleccionamos e esperar que a turma escolha o que lhe parece mais interessante ou atractivo para ser desenvolvido . o problema é que tudo o que me ocorre são receitas de sobremesas , porque nem nos cozinhados eu me safo . assim sendo , algum dos meus leitores têm uma sugestão ? seja o que for , sugiram por favor , eu sou menina para ficar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muito&lt;/span&gt; contente .&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/5904799689996636175-1610950356873507335?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1610950356873507335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=1610950356873507335' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1610950356873507335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/1610950356873507335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/03/entao-e-assim.html' title='então é assim ,'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOEEYUB8bXw/TXJEBYIYDcI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kdVePbdGmH0/s72-c/1295971107_161032714_1-Fotos-de--PASSO-TRABALHOS-A-COMPUTADOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-342159430019696337</id><published>2011-02-26T15:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:36:31.680Z</updated><title type='text'>nem tudo vem nos livros .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeCq8MSgzAc/TWkd5VML-qI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wyF3l-ij4BA/s1600/tumblr_lgbbg0qFWG1qzjoj6o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeCq8MSgzAc/TWkd5VML-qI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wyF3l-ij4BA/s400/tumblr_lgbbg0qFWG1qzjoj6o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578022484253080226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;quando nós , que fomos habituadas a ser tratadas como bonecas de porcelana , frágeis e perfeitas , somos arrumadas que nem bonecas de trapos , chega o momento em que percebemos que todo o esforço que fizemos foi inútil e desperdiçado . o problema é que ninguém nos ensina a perceber quando esse momento está para breve , ele chega sorrateiro , e quando nos apercebemos , já não temos um braço ou uma perna , e o nosso cabelo já está cortado e pintado com marcadores de forma a tornar-nos as bonecas mais feias do quarto de brinquedos . nada disso vem num manual de "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;como se aperceber da sua inutilidade para alguém , antes de se decepcionar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" . e pior , é que nem a experiência serve para aprender , porque chegamos a uma altura em que já fomos parar ao cesto umas dez vezes , de trapos rasgados no sítio do coração , mesmo que atiradas sempre pela mesma pessoa .&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/5904799689996636175-342159430019696337?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/342159430019696337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=342159430019696337' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/342159430019696337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/342159430019696337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/02/nem-tudo-vem-nos-livros.html' title='nem tudo vem nos livros .'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeCq8MSgzAc/TWkd5VML-qI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wyF3l-ij4BA/s72-c/tumblr_lgbbg0qFWG1qzjoj6o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-5211174388864558416</id><published>2011-02-08T21:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:48:25.297Z</updated><title type='text'>o amor fala por si .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TVG5vpiZEFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Ko4gO1dZlvg/s1600/Love-and-other-Drugs_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TVG5vpiZEFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Ko4gO1dZlvg/s400/Love-and-other-Drugs_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571438442289107026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nunca conheci ninguém que acreditasse que eu era o suficiente , até te conhecer . e também me fizeste acreditar . por isso , infelizmente , eu preciso de ti . e tu precisas de mim . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não , não preciso .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precisas de alguém que cuide de ti .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não preciso .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toda a gente precisa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vou precisar mais de ti do que tu de mim .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;está tudo bem .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não , não está ! não é justo . eu tenho sítios para visitar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e vais lá . posso é ter que te carregar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não te posso pedir para fazeres isso .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não pediste .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;do filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;love and other drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-5211174388864558416?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5211174388864558416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=5211174388864558416' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/5211174388864558416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/5211174388864558416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-amor-fala-por-si.html' title='o amor fala por si .'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TVG5vpiZEFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Ko4gO1dZlvg/s72-c/Love-and-other-Drugs_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-4859977111700023963</id><published>2011-01-29T21:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:29:39.621Z</updated><title type='text'>a sério que recomendo .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TUSF6bhMEiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/18Aj0kezLas/s1600/The-Tourist-Soundtrack-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TUSF6bhMEiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/18Aj0kezLas/s400/The-Tourist-Soundtrack-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567722278202642978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;« (...) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as pessoas têm dois lados :&lt;br /&gt;o lado bom e o lado mau , passado e futuro .&lt;br /&gt;devemos aceitar ambos em quem amamos .&lt;br /&gt;eu tentei . &lt;/span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;do filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o turista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-4859977111700023963?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4859977111700023963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=4859977111700023963' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4859977111700023963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/4859977111700023963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/01/serio-que-recomendo.html' title='a sério que recomendo .'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TUSF6bhMEiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/18Aj0kezLas/s72-c/The-Tourist-Soundtrack-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-76097352941554656</id><published>2011-01-28T22:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:11:59.836Z</updated><title type='text'>dá-me um abraço .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TUINyYJL8SI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wOAZGULL1VY/s1600/tumblr_l752y9zcgo1qd8c0fo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TUINyYJL8SI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wOAZGULL1VY/s400/tumblr_l752y9zcgo1qd8c0fo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567027248508956962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a  vida ensinou-me a ser paciente , a esperar pelo amanhã . mas do outro  lado do mundo já é amanhã e não aconteceu nada de novo . tu não  desparalisaste esse teu coração vazio de mim e custa-me , a cada dia ,  saber que as nossas vidas já não estão divididas em dois , mas em  cinquenta (mil) , e nenhuma dessas divisões somos nós , um para o outro .  tudo o que te queria pedir era um abraço , e queria que o fizesses sem  perguntar porquê , porque , afinal , para se abraçar um melhor amigo ,  não tem de haver motivo . porra , eu tenho saudades tuas , e de como  tudo costumava ser . mas dei-me à rotina , e habituei-me a perder  importância nos teus dias , e a ver-te passar em cada comboio , sem  parar na estação onde outrora saías .  &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/5904799689996636175-76097352941554656?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/76097352941554656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=76097352941554656' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/76097352941554656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/76097352941554656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/01/da-me-um-abraco_28.html' title='dá-me um abraço .'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TUINyYJL8SI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wOAZGULL1VY/s72-c/tumblr_l752y9zcgo1qd8c0fo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-3615617132998853859</id><published>2011-01-23T00:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:30:21.044Z</updated><title type='text'>como canta rui veloso ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TTt2ImSK2-I/AAAAAAAAAuM/LJWEX2_ZQX4/s1600/Friendship_by_motionstudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TTt2ImSK2-I/AAAAAAAAAuM/LJWEX2_ZQX4/s400/Friendship_by_motionstudy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565171654634167266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;« (...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dessa vez tu não cumpriste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;e faltaste ao prometido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu fiquei sentido e triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;olha que isso não se faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (...)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o prometido é devido&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (...)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eduziste o acordo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;a um montão de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cacos velhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...) »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e lembra-te, eu , &lt;u&gt;melhor do que ninguém&lt;/u&gt; , sei o que é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melhor &lt;/span&gt;para mim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-3615617132998853859?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3615617132998853859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=3615617132998853859' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/3615617132998853859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/3615617132998853859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/01/como-canta-rui-veloso.html' title='como canta rui veloso ,'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TTt2ImSK2-I/AAAAAAAAAuM/LJWEX2_ZQX4/s72-c/Friendship_by_motionstudy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-2755861744129992673</id><published>2011-01-19T22:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:30:36.481Z</updated><title type='text'>à minha super-mulher ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AphKUK8twg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AphKUK8twg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;« por todas as mães que lutam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por dias melhores que virão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por todas as mulheres sentadas aqui agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que tem que voltar para casa antes do sol se pôr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque eu sou uma Super-Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sim, eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sim, ela é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mesmo quando eu estou confusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu ainda coloco uma roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;com um "S" que trago no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quando eu estou em crise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e não posso ser compreendida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu começo a enfraquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque ninguém sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas por debaixo desse disfarce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu sei voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nós sabemos voar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PARABÉNS MÃE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904799689996636175-2755861744129992673?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2755861744129992673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=2755861744129992673' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/2755861744129992673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/2755861744129992673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/01/minha-super-mulher.html' title='à minha super-mulher ,'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904799689996636175.post-5062887549844116790</id><published>2011-01-15T01:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:29:52.925Z</updated><title type='text'>um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TTGtSMthlJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/UsoRGszhHL8/s1600/tumblr_l57vzor3Fc1qa73wio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TTGtSMthlJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/UsoRGszhHL8/s400/tumblr_l57vzor3Fc1qa73wio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562417542940693650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;escrevo-te uma carta com &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;três&lt;/span&gt; palavras que dizem &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mesmo que seja tarde de mais .&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/5904799689996636175-5062887549844116790?l=disabordossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5062887549844116790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904799689996636175&amp;postID=5062887549844116790' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/5062887549844116790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904799689996636175/posts/default/5062887549844116790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disabordossentidos.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia.html' title='um dia'/><author><name>m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482589641278522463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ucovj59E1ZE/Ti4NrAZ_xQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XTmlvpb0PRU/s220/P7170007-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDPpgKsAVBI/TTGtSMthlJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/UsoRGszhHL8/s72-c/tumblr_l57vzor3Fc1qa73wio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
