<?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-8648126881887966328</id><updated>2011-10-11T11:47:08.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Essência</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4054641960482575931</id><published>2011-03-31T01:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:22:32.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rXpoFhM6-I/TZPGCaZ5EiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MyPaTY2JWJY/s1600/cute%252Cgirl%252Cinspiration%252Clove%252Cphotography-bb2b612da2995709d2bbcc3e1bf7b0d4_h.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 65px/normal Schoolbell; text-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 2px 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As memórias nunca são demais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="descriptionwrapper" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 25px; "&gt;&lt;p class="description" style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;guardar só o que é bom de guardar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4054641960482575931?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4054641960482575931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-memorias-nunca-sao-demais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4054641960482575931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4054641960482575931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-memorias-nunca-sao-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rXpoFhM6-I/TZPGCaZ5EiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MyPaTY2JWJY/s72-c/cute%252Cgirl%252Cinspiration%252Clove%252Cphotography-bb2b612da2995709d2bbcc3e1bf7b0d4_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8361067611569154096</id><published>2011-03-09T20:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:10:40.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oon_K4pHc8/TXfsa4NXVKI/AAAAAAAAAis/S9jN95v1B8E/s1600/light%252Ccarefree%252Cdream%252Cphotography%252Cyellow%252Cpeople-973ac71eaf5f0795e16501ad1809c6d2_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oon_K4pHc8/TXfsa4NXVKI/AAAAAAAAAis/S9jN95v1B8E/s320/light%252Ccarefree%252Cdream%252Cphotography%252Cyellow%252Cpeople-973ac71eaf5f0795e16501ad1809c6d2_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582190209658213538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-4608428565837238209" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 25px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sentimentos incontroláveis "abraçam" a minha vida,"pintados" pelo possível ou impossível alcance. Pode parece algo repentino,mas não apenas estavam adormecidos..."embalados" pelo "faz de conta que já não existe"...por ser mais fácil, talvez! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sim é verdade,continuas a Ser-me tanto...ainda fazes parte de todos aqueles meus sonhos,que um dia lá no longínquo do tempo eu desenhei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;O tempo corre, a vida continua, a distância permanece,mas a verdade é irrevogavelmente uma... &lt;b&gt;É&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;s o amor da minha vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(98, 98, 98); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(98, 98, 98); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(98, 98, 98); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8361067611569154096?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8361067611569154096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/03/sentimentos-incontrolaveis-abracam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8361067611569154096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8361067611569154096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/03/sentimentos-incontrolaveis-abracam.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oon_K4pHc8/TXfsa4NXVKI/AAAAAAAAAis/S9jN95v1B8E/s72-c/light%252Ccarefree%252Cdream%252Cphotography%252Cyellow%252Cpeople-973ac71eaf5f0795e16501ad1809c6d2_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7939176885460800171</id><published>2011-02-14T00:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:15:34.499Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iyAZ4ST4ck/TVh0FbCJSUI/AAAAAAAAAig/4Y7THfmxjL0/s1600/179018_195164113833282_129255280424166_803655_658882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iyAZ4ST4ck/TVh0FbCJSUI/AAAAAAAAAig/4Y7THfmxjL0/s320/179018_195164113833282_129255280424166_803655_658882_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573332175375911234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Viver com sonhos, faz parte do viver com o muito dentro do pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8648126881887966328-7939176885460800171?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7939176885460800171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/02/viver-com-sonhos-faz-parte-do-viver-com.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7939176885460800171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7939176885460800171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/02/viver-com-sonhos-faz-parte-do-viver-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iyAZ4ST4ck/TVh0FbCJSUI/AAAAAAAAAig/4Y7THfmxjL0/s72-c/179018_195164113833282_129255280424166_803655_658882_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8126867597632881751</id><published>2011-02-06T12:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T12:20:49.174Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TU6SF9lYrzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/M9iRvU59l2U/s1600/179413_193506987332328_129255280424166_791464_7882039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TU6SF9lYrzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/M9iRvU59l2U/s320/179413_193506987332328_129255280424166_791464_7882039_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570550420232253234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Faço das lembranças um lugar seguro&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8126867597632881751?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8126867597632881751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/02/faco-das-lembrancas-um-lugar-seguro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8126867597632881751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8126867597632881751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/02/faco-das-lembrancas-um-lugar-seguro.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TU6SF9lYrzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/M9iRvU59l2U/s72-c/179413_193506987332328_129255280424166_791464_7882039_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4299292318135526637</id><published>2011-01-07T23:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:33:58.645Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TSeisyOJkRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RLgkNba6AZU/s1600/girl%252Csea%252Csky%252Cbeautiful%252Csunset%252Cwater-7494b85db4d2cef276a36c9a4b2fc512_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TSeisyOJkRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RLgkNba6AZU/s320/girl%252Csea%252Csky%252Cbeautiful%252Csunset%252Cwater-7494b85db4d2cef276a36c9a4b2fc512_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559591155291230482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Todos os dias Deus nos dá um momento em que é possível mudar tudo que nos deixa infelizes. O instante mágico é o momento em que um 'sim' ou um 'não' pode mudar toda a nossa existência."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4299292318135526637?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4299292318135526637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/01/todos-os-dias-deus-nos-da-um-momento-em.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4299292318135526637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4299292318135526637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2011/01/todos-os-dias-deus-nos-da-um-momento-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TSeisyOJkRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RLgkNba6AZU/s72-c/girl%252Csea%252Csky%252Cbeautiful%252Csunset%252Cwater-7494b85db4d2cef276a36c9a4b2fc512_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8220955802861423228</id><published>2010-12-29T13:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-29T13:38:55.501Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TRs53Z4Qt5I/AAAAAAAAAiE/afMXXSQqj18/s1600/ist2_14623128-mid-adult-caucasian-woman-scaring-seagulls-on-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TRs53Z4Qt5I/AAAAAAAAAiE/afMXXSQqj18/s320/ist2_14623128-mid-adult-caucasian-woman-scaring-seagulls-on-beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556098189294090130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;É como se o tempo nunca tivesse passado, e ele sempre tivesse feito parte dos meus dias."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Foi o que senti naquele dia...&lt;/i&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/8648126881887966328-8220955802861423228?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8220955802861423228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-como-se-o-tempo-nunca-tivesse-passado.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8220955802861423228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8220955802861423228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-como-se-o-tempo-nunca-tivesse-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TRs53Z4Qt5I/AAAAAAAAAiE/afMXXSQqj18/s72-c/ist2_14623128-mid-adult-caucasian-woman-scaring-seagulls-on-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-5510003366938833833</id><published>2010-12-03T21:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:52:39.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPlmmOwx43I/AAAAAAAAAhY/yMMMjGLnxbc/s1600/quote%252Ccute-074ee06e90f4194d97efb3432c2a4176_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPlmmOwx43I/AAAAAAAAAhY/yMMMjGLnxbc/s320/quote%252Ccute-074ee06e90f4194d97efb3432c2a4176_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546577223067231090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque por mais que a razão esteja certa, a verdade é que existem sempre &lt;strong&gt;essências &lt;/strong&gt;que aquecem o coração que nos avivam a memória,e devolvendo-as em forma de silêncio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Um amor "apagado" pelas feridas do  adeus e pela imensidão da distância,nunca se esquece,apenas permanece guardado nas "gavetinhas" do nosso coração.Esse mesmo amor "mal esquecido" nunca vai embora, apenas permanece adormecido na nossa alma. Porque o primeiro, único e verdadeiro amor nunca se esquece...porque nunca se deixa de amar quem foi capaz de nos tocar a alma com a maior das subtilezas. E por mais que eu continue a escrever os capitulos que compõem a minha vida, encontras-te presente em cada um deles,pois cada memória por ti desenhada continua presente em cada meu amanhecer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"(...)Talvez seja como as palavras que não podendo ser tocadas,o meu amor esconde-se num lugare em que é sempre encontrado,e onde mora o significado(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-5510003366938833833?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/5510003366938833833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/12/porque-por-mais-que-razao-esteja-certa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5510003366938833833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5510003366938833833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/12/porque-por-mais-que-razao-esteja-certa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPlmmOwx43I/AAAAAAAAAhY/yMMMjGLnxbc/s72-c/quote%252Ccute-074ee06e90f4194d97efb3432c2a4176_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-1214710408241609844</id><published>2010-12-01T19:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:39:16.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPbpfKU9zXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/O-Lg73NZO6o/s1600/cute%252Cgirl%252Clove-e7dfdada5cf53a49d0cd4850411fbeb9_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPbpfKU9zXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/O-Lg73NZO6o/s320/cute%252Cgirl%252Clove-e7dfdada5cf53a49d0cd4850411fbeb9_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545876712710851954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, estar aqui é completamente diferente de estar lá no meio de tudo aquilo que eu em tempos vivi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;de tudo aquilo que eu amei (ou amo)... Tento rasgar sentimentos... Sentimentos....dificeis de adormecer...ou porque não os quero adormecer...porque ainda são tão reais, tão fortes, ou simplesmente porque são verdadeiros...Eternos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Custa Tanto Amar em Silêncio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-1214710408241609844?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/1214710408241609844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoje-estar-aqui-e-completamente.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1214710408241609844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1214710408241609844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoje-estar-aqui-e-completamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPbpfKU9zXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/O-Lg73NZO6o/s72-c/cute%252Cgirl%252Clove-e7dfdada5cf53a49d0cd4850411fbeb9_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-9022478121611476618</id><published>2010-11-24T20:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:38:08.561Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TO13pwfCD2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/8kit5diO5Hs/s1600/tumblr_l1k2e0Zyn91qzzrfqo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TO13pwfCD2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/8kit5diO5Hs/s320/tumblr_l1k2e0Zyn91qzzrfqo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543218275636350818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mais cedo ou mais tarde. Conseguimos olhar para um momento, para alguém, para um acontecimento, para um sentimento, com um olhar diferente. E normalmente tudo o que precisamos para o fazer resume-se a tempo e a distância emocional."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-9022478121611476618?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/9022478121611476618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/mais-cedo-ou-mais-tarde.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/9022478121611476618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/9022478121611476618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/mais-cedo-ou-mais-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TO13pwfCD2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/8kit5diO5Hs/s72-c/tumblr_l1k2e0Zyn91qzzrfqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-5295223351761383391</id><published>2010-11-21T19:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:20:18.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TOlw350N86I/AAAAAAAAAg4/-k4v3yy3w_c/s1600/linda%252Cgirl%252Cfashion%252Cbag%252Cbeautiful%252Cmmm-758feb21c2940d5837ca8492bc421061_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TOlw350N86I/AAAAAAAAAg4/-k4v3yy3w_c/s320/linda%252Cgirl%252Cfashion%252Cbag%252Cbeautiful%252Cmmm-758feb21c2940d5837ca8492bc421061_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084922171061154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A verdade, é que as coisas mais difíceis são aquelas que mais amamos.São as coisas que nos levam mais tempo, paciência e dedicação.São aquelas que nos fazem acreditar quando já haviamos esquecido, sonhar quando já haviamos desistido. São as que mais nos fazem cair, rastejar, chorar e levantar, mas são aquelas que de um modo, ou de outro, temos a certeza que vão ficar para sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-5295223351761383391?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/5295223351761383391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/verdade-e-que-as-coisas-mais-dificeis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5295223351761383391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5295223351761383391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/verdade-e-que-as-coisas-mais-dificeis.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TOlw350N86I/AAAAAAAAAg4/-k4v3yy3w_c/s72-c/linda%252Cgirl%252Cfashion%252Cbag%252Cbeautiful%252Cmmm-758feb21c2940d5837ca8492bc421061_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8690749412716029031</id><published>2010-11-10T19:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:55:07.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TNr4kJfRaLI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hn_0YzKTZAk/s1600/5018493437_3c7ffcb1ab_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TNr4kJfRaLI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hn_0YzKTZAk/s320/5018493437_3c7ffcb1ab_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538011991711508658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria tanto puder dizer aquilo que ainda sinto,ou aquilo que já não sinto... Falta-me coragem...falta-me largar o medo, arranjar certezas e deixar-me voar!Mas talvez seja mais facil abrir mão,(de ti) e permanecer no quentinho da acomodação! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;É como se os sentimentos me prendessem a alma, me sufocassem, como se de repente a memória me roubasse o coração e ficasse a relembrar cada momento que vivi ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falta-me tanto...tanto de mim que ainda está em ti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As ruas continuam a fazer-me lembrar de ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8690749412716029031?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8690749412716029031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/queria-tanto-puder-dizer-aquilo-que.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8690749412716029031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8690749412716029031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/queria-tanto-puder-dizer-aquilo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TNr4kJfRaLI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hn_0YzKTZAk/s72-c/5018493437_3c7ffcb1ab_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8506503469437716923</id><published>2010-11-06T18:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:09:20.415Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TNWnyYAGCzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BtgT7kYmrJE/s1600/,,,blue,dress,fashion,girl,lake-3295e25ab8d23169faf9ec28183bec96_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TNWnyYAGCzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BtgT7kYmrJE/s320/,,,blue,dress,fashion,girl,lake-3295e25ab8d23169faf9ec28183bec96_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536515800800037682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Só neste lugar tudo faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem ti...(...)Um lugar encantado&lt;br /&gt;entre o mundo e a solidão&lt;br /&gt;onde se espreitam estrelas&lt;br /&gt;e a vida cabe nas mãos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-8506503469437716923?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8506503469437716923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-neste-lugar-tudo-faz-sentido-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8506503469437716923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8506503469437716923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-neste-lugar-tudo-faz-sentido-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TNWnyYAGCzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BtgT7kYmrJE/s72-c/,,,blue,dress,fashion,girl,lake-3295e25ab8d23169faf9ec28183bec96_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-5864694036628972307</id><published>2010-11-03T00:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:32:08.689Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TNCtfkZm1SI/AAAAAAAAAgA/8FAIENbHu3E/s1600/2326885991_42b539793e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TNCtfkZm1SI/AAAAAAAAAgA/8FAIENbHu3E/s320/2326885991_42b539793e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535114699896968482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há sonhos que parecem reais...e bem que poderiam ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este sem duvida que tocou-me a alma..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-5864694036628972307?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/5864694036628972307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-sonhos-que-parecem-reais.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5864694036628972307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5864694036628972307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-sonhos-que-parecem-reais.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TNCtfkZm1SI/AAAAAAAAAgA/8FAIENbHu3E/s72-c/2326885991_42b539793e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-6520015462335460511</id><published>2010-10-27T17:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:12:05.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TMhPSWKC4oI/AAAAAAAAAf4/n93nIBR6OyM/s1600/7893644-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TMhPSWKC4oI/AAAAAAAAAf4/n93nIBR6OyM/s320/7893644-md.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532759318828606082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"As coisas vulgares que há na vida.. não deixam saudade. Só as lembranças que doem ou fazem sorrir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-6520015462335460511?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/6520015462335460511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-coisas-vulgares-que-ha-na-vida.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6520015462335460511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6520015462335460511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-coisas-vulgares-que-ha-na-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TMhPSWKC4oI/AAAAAAAAAf4/n93nIBR6OyM/s72-c/7893644-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8226488180379594612</id><published>2010-10-21T12:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:45:42.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TMAn1bgjepI/AAAAAAAAAfw/RJtwNSv5BM8/s1600/girl,laying,freedom,fun,green,summer-394667f747238cdb46628b6d7c9cb330_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TMAn1bgjepI/AAAAAAAAAfw/RJtwNSv5BM8/s320/girl,laying,freedom,fun,green,summer-394667f747238cdb46628b6d7c9cb330_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530464141281819282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quero ter uma nuvem mágica, cheia de música e sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;onde todos os dias faça sol, que não conheça lugares frios, que me leve para onde eu quero ir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8226488180379594612?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8226488180379594612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/quero-ter-uma-nuvem-magica-cheia-de.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8226488180379594612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8226488180379594612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/quero-ter-uma-nuvem-magica-cheia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TMAn1bgjepI/AAAAAAAAAfw/RJtwNSv5BM8/s72-c/girl,laying,freedom,fun,green,summer-394667f747238cdb46628b6d7c9cb330_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-1485831576220525369</id><published>2010-10-10T16:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:23:48.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TLHabDjQnnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7E17kQfwZ0E/s1600/dress,girl,sprig-e06334cdcfa312ab4783b8ee80eae15a_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TLHabDjQnnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7E17kQfwZ0E/s320/dress,girl,sprig-e06334cdcfa312ab4783b8ee80eae15a_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526438376104828530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que tudo muda e que tudo passa...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca nada é para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-1485831576220525369?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/1485831576220525369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/sei-que-tudo-muda-e-que-tudo-passa.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1485831576220525369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1485831576220525369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/sei-que-tudo-muda-e-que-tudo-passa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TLHabDjQnnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7E17kQfwZ0E/s72-c/dress,girl,sprig-e06334cdcfa312ab4783b8ee80eae15a_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-3324359057082884907</id><published>2010-10-02T20:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:31:33.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TKeKvAdEfBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/K_Os6McYMe0/s1600/4978922823_92c2315ba5_z_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TKeKvAdEfBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/K_Os6McYMe0/s320/4978922823_92c2315ba5_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523536008173616146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há coisas que não queremos que aconteçam, mas temos que aceitar, coisas que não queremos saber mas temos que aprender... E pessoas que não queremos perder, mas temos de deixá-las ir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-3324359057082884907?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/3324359057082884907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/ha-coisas-que-nao-queremos-que.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3324359057082884907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3324359057082884907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/ha-coisas-que-nao-queremos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TKeKvAdEfBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/K_Os6McYMe0/s72-c/4978922823_92c2315ba5_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8120835719041561267</id><published>2010-09-26T14:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:54:18.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TJ9Qems3xJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Yee6PbKxnTw/s1600/tumblr_l8573c1c3j1qd9qnqo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TJ9Qems3xJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Yee6PbKxnTw/s320/tumblr_l8573c1c3j1qd9qnqo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521220154894566546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Nenhum de nós terá uma razão digna para viver se não tiver uma causa por que valha a pena morrer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A própria moralidade...precisa de ser puxada pela paixão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8120835719041561267?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8120835719041561267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/nenhum-de-nos-tera-uma-razao-digna-para.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8120835719041561267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8120835719041561267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/nenhum-de-nos-tera-uma-razao-digna-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TJ9Qems3xJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Yee6PbKxnTw/s72-c/tumblr_l8573c1c3j1qd9qnqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7454744466932430540</id><published>2010-09-21T12:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:06:15.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TJiRbvE9X4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/t5IFP8puDOg/s1600/29209_126594177351854_100000038185022_312713_1339013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TJiRbvE9X4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/t5IFP8puDOg/s320/29209_126594177351854_100000038185022_312713_1339013_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519321249022304130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Segredos desta cidade levo comigo para a vida...(...)Estes segredos, esta capa... são ao mesmo tempo meus e de tanta gente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-7454744466932430540?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7454744466932430540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/segredos-desta-cidade-levo-comigo-para.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7454744466932430540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7454744466932430540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/segredos-desta-cidade-levo-comigo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TJiRbvE9X4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/t5IFP8puDOg/s72-c/29209_126594177351854_100000038185022_312713_1339013_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8959188575827167317</id><published>2010-09-10T10:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:00:20.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TIoAK7J2sPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yjAypBtPb8k/s1600/peace-c37a33a17f227af5cc30dc7e6ee558c6_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TIoAK7J2sPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yjAypBtPb8k/s320/peace-c37a33a17f227af5cc30dc7e6ee558c6_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515220881346310386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saudades dos anos de 2007/2008 e de tudo o que vivi com aquelas pessoas, naqueles espaços.... ! Momentos bons com aquelas pessoas... que deixam memorias * miss♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8959188575827167317?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8959188575827167317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/saudades-dos-anos-de-20072008-e-de-tudo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8959188575827167317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8959188575827167317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/saudades-dos-anos-de-20072008-e-de-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TIoAK7J2sPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yjAypBtPb8k/s72-c/peace-c37a33a17f227af5cc30dc7e6ee558c6_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4573745757430442510</id><published>2010-09-09T14:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:23:56.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TIjf4Qq36jI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LgPFuejmRlA/s1600/cute,little,kids,friends,sisters,best,hug-e9e2768d5a297602ac41e25ab0d3b17c_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TIjf4Qq36jI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LgPFuejmRlA/s320/cute,little,kids,friends,sisters,best,hug-e9e2768d5a297602ac41e25ab0d3b17c_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514903901355633202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns Melhor Amiga^^&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-4573745757430442510?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4573745757430442510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/parabens-melhor-amiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4573745757430442510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4573745757430442510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/parabens-melhor-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TIjf4Qq36jI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LgPFuejmRlA/s72-c/cute,little,kids,friends,sisters,best,hug-e9e2768d5a297602ac41e25ab0d3b17c_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-5122627896287575417</id><published>2010-09-05T01:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:45:00.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TILjXhiuHtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DYZhjrmH-F8/s1600/girl-63a2279e28cee74b355235ae6472ce06_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TILjXhiuHtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DYZhjrmH-F8/s320/girl-63a2279e28cee74b355235ae6472ce06_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513218887135403730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Converso serenamente com a minha alma e nem sempre obtenho as respostas repensadas mil e quinhentas vezes na minha mente, como forma de terapia. Nunca contribuiu para o meu encanto ser atingido por surpresas, inesperadas no seu estado mais puro. Sou daqueles seres em que um pequeno choque eléctrico na alma sem um pré-aviso danifica os sentidos, a essência petrifica-se num único movimento ou na sua ausência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Quantas vezes na vida, a vida continuou..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-5122627896287575417?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/5122627896287575417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/converso-serenamente-com-minha-alma-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5122627896287575417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5122627896287575417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/09/converso-serenamente-com-minha-alma-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TILjXhiuHtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DYZhjrmH-F8/s72-c/girl-63a2279e28cee74b355235ae6472ce06_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-6813112361075588541</id><published>2010-08-22T18:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:47:02.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/THFij-J2oeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/2w8BilR3lbs/s1600/dunes,girl,ocean,sea,water-b4e67ab03902c71181445beb4ce7ae6b_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/THFij-J2oeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/2w8BilR3lbs/s320/dunes,girl,ocean,sea,water-b4e67ab03902c71181445beb4ce7ae6b_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508292189370098146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é  a mais nobre descoberta, uma descoberta constante que quando achamos que aterramos, ainda falta um tempo indeterminável. A vida torna-se então numa história mil e uma voltas inesperadas.  A vida é assim, uma palavra inconstante com reticências no final...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na vida nem tudo é como nós queremos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-6813112361075588541?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/6813112361075588541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/08/vida-e-mais-nobre-descoberta-uma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6813112361075588541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6813112361075588541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/08/vida-e-mais-nobre-descoberta-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/THFij-J2oeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/2w8BilR3lbs/s72-c/dunes,girl,ocean,sea,water-b4e67ab03902c71181445beb4ce7ae6b_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8936681277639031420</id><published>2010-08-18T21:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:54:59.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TGxIkEMSUUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FgwV_O1shTQ/s1600/tumblr_l705s4X5ik1qd4aqfo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TGxIkEMSUUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FgwV_O1shTQ/s320/tumblr_l705s4X5ik1qd4aqfo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506856228805038402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E se a vida voasse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além do destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a cabeça nos voa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8936681277639031420?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8936681277639031420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-se-vida-voasse-para-alem-do-destino.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8936681277639031420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8936681277639031420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-se-vida-voasse-para-alem-do-destino.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TGxIkEMSUUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FgwV_O1shTQ/s72-c/tumblr_l705s4X5ik1qd4aqfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8986457273041272284</id><published>2010-08-10T19:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:36:48.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TGGo-imXjLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vWIroXoFank/s1600/photography,heart,love-548361922169221c2a1506e776b534f1_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TGGo-imXjLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vWIroXoFank/s320/photography,heart,love-548361922169221c2a1506e776b534f1_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503866012016544946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um tic seguido de um tac hipnotiza o meu olhar e a minha mente, de uma forma profunda. À medida que o tempo passa,este som instala-se em todas as partes do meu corpo.Torna-se ainda mais alucinante, quando os sentimentos se fazem sentir em cada centimetro da minha pele,estando o coração "alerta"para os interpretar.Mas o mais difícil é quando não se sabe o que ele(coração)quer, nem o que ele deve fazer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem tesouros que o tempo leva para bem longe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8986457273041272284?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8986457273041272284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-tic-seguido-de-um-tac-hipnotiza-o.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8986457273041272284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8986457273041272284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-tic-seguido-de-um-tac-hipnotiza-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TGGo-imXjLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vWIroXoFank/s72-c/photography,heart,love-548361922169221c2a1506e776b534f1_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7447326997907393005</id><published>2010-08-07T12:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:47:28.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TF1HyBPI-HI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KjgyX0xeDco/s1600/4350087132_68b6fbaf11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TF1HyBPI-HI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KjgyX0xeDco/s320/4350087132_68b6fbaf11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502633244367583346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguma coisa mudou em mim. Já não tenho medo de perder, já não luto, já não me mantenho presente, deixo só que os dias corram, que as coisas apareçam e que o que tiver de ir embora que vá. Talvez seja porque perdi(perco)  pessoas por quem era capaz de dar a vida.Já não sei lutar por aquilo que sinto como perdido. Em tempos soube, mas esqueci, desaprendi. E sinto a cada palpitar do coração aquele "lugar"perdido, esse sentimento de vazio e essa saudade de um tempo que passou. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-7447326997907393005?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7447326997907393005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/08/alguma-coisa-mudou-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7447326997907393005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7447326997907393005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/08/alguma-coisa-mudou-em-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TF1HyBPI-HI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KjgyX0xeDco/s72-c/4350087132_68b6fbaf11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-6983087801570145712</id><published>2010-07-30T17:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:28:22.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TFL9n551wJI/AAAAAAAAAd4/7ICB9UylUBY/s1600/Napping_in_Nature_by_shesjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TFL9n551wJI/AAAAAAAAAd4/7ICB9UylUBY/s320/Napping_in_Nature_by_shesjack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499736956972941458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...)And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-6983087801570145712?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/6983087801570145712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_3710.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6983087801570145712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6983087801570145712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_3710.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TFL9n551wJI/AAAAAAAAAd4/7ICB9UylUBY/s72-c/Napping_in_Nature_by_shesjack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-2970147180877592774</id><published>2010-07-27T17:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:17:26.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TE8GVKa8JWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/tAZtE_QEP-o/s1600/tumblr_l3whopVo9u1qb26t8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TE8GVKa8JWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/tAZtE_QEP-o/s320/tumblr_l3whopVo9u1qb26t8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498620630687032674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...) o coração diz muito nos dias em que o tempo voa como um pássaro e a memória relembra-se de que, amanhã, a adrenalina terá um recomeço."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia vou alcançar as àguas perdidas do mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;um dia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-2970147180877592774?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/2970147180877592774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2970147180877592774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2970147180877592774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TE8GVKa8JWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/tAZtE_QEP-o/s72-c/tumblr_l3whopVo9u1qb26t8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4005532527672089389</id><published>2010-07-23T15:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:14:58.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TEmx61at45I/AAAAAAAAAdU/OFq7jO0-zBw/s1600/friends,hug,love,couple-04217b7fb3cb290115fd577c70c27de0_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TEmx61at45I/AAAAAAAAAdU/OFq7jO0-zBw/s320/friends,hug,love,couple-04217b7fb3cb290115fd577c70c27de0_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497120444512068498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta noite sonhei, e aquilo de que mais me recordo é daquele abraço unico...aquele abraço que envolve todo o meu ser!Incrivel como um abraço pode despoletar tantos sentimentos e emoções,e ao mesmo tempo "abraçar" a alma. Esse mesmo abraço não produz nostalgia,apenas saudade...não sei se vou voltar a senti-lo na realidade,apenas sei que continua&lt;strong&gt;(s)&lt;/strong&gt; a preencher os meus sonhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O tempo passa. mesmo que cada minuto rasgue o coração"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4005532527672089389?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4005532527672089389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/esta-noite-sonhei-e-aquilo-de-que-mais.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4005532527672089389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4005532527672089389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/esta-noite-sonhei-e-aquilo-de-que-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TEmx61at45I/AAAAAAAAAdU/OFq7jO0-zBw/s72-c/friends,hug,love,couple-04217b7fb3cb290115fd577c70c27de0_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-1495451691651284893</id><published>2010-07-18T20:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:33:00.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TENWmnq90hI/AAAAAAAAAck/GvLzGpR1ofk/s1600/Wind_of_change_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495331191806349842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TENWmnq90hI/AAAAAAAAAck/GvLzGpR1ofk/s320/Wind_of_change_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O cheiro a sal,o vento que abana os meus cabelos,e o sol que bronzei a minha pele, refletem um sorriso no meu rosto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste tempo de nenhum compromisso,mas de muitos sonhos, passeio à beira mar e contemplo toda esta natureza que me envolve,e perco-me na linha do horizonte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-1495451691651284893?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/1495451691651284893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-cheiro-salo-vento-que-abana-os-meus.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1495451691651284893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1495451691651284893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-cheiro-salo-vento-que-abana-os-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TENWmnq90hI/AAAAAAAAAck/GvLzGpR1ofk/s72-c/Wind_of_change_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7928924102024029357</id><published>2010-07-16T10:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:41:23.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TEApOczp6CI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VttcFFXw5Jg/s1600/that_coloured_day__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494436873619761186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TEApOczp6CI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VttcFFXw5Jg/s320/that_coloured_day__by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is about not having answers,taking chances and risks, and making the most of every moment,all without knowing what is going to happen next"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-7928924102024029357?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7928924102024029357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-about-not-having-answerstaking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7928924102024029357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7928924102024029357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-about-not-having-answerstaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TEApOczp6CI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VttcFFXw5Jg/s72-c/that_coloured_day__by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8892145857436419023</id><published>2010-07-14T00:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:26:56.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TDz1IXAHe2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/wUSbvVs6MiA/s1600/alone,broken,pieces,girl,heart,heartbreak,love-6ebe0b712f96333ab3661d074f379509_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TDz1IXAHe2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/wUSbvVs6MiA/s320/alone,broken,pieces,girl,heart,heartbreak,love-6ebe0b712f96333ab3661d074f379509_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493535169447426914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu cérebro não apagará as minhas recordações...juntas como peças de um puzzle, formam um livro que marcou e continua a marcar a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardo e sinto cada uma dessas memórias,e irei continuar a guarda-las e a vive-las todos os dias até o candeeiro se apagar.E à noite, sonharei com elas, como uma melodia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada recanto do meu coração guardo histórias,e sentimentos verdadeiramente unicos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/8648126881887966328-8892145857436419023?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8892145857436419023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-meu-cerebro-nao-apagara-as-minhas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8892145857436419023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8892145857436419023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-meu-cerebro-nao-apagara-as-minhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TDz1IXAHe2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/wUSbvVs6MiA/s72-c/alone,broken,pieces,girl,heart,heartbreak,love-6ebe0b712f96333ab3661d074f379509_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-418729724872587314</id><published>2010-07-09T15:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:33:18.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TDcxpML1ZOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/q9UpFExLGEg/s1600/text,b,w,photography,b,w,,pgotography,memories-f785d684b31e75e12dbd0ee4b4059cd4_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TDcxpML1ZOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/q9UpFExLGEg/s320/text,b,w,photography,b,w,,pgotography,memories-f785d684b31e75e12dbd0ee4b4059cd4_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491912854316868834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos dizemos que com o tempo, algumas memórias se vão, os promenores são esquecidos, e tudo fica para trás. Talvez não seja assim, o tempo apenas esconde aquilo que já passou, apenas guarda o que acha que tem de guardar, algures num compartimento do nosso coração. E nós achamos que esquecemos, e que tudo já lá vai, como se fosse uma brisa fresca que vem e vai. Como um barco de papel, que é posto a navegar e que acaba por se desfazer e se afunda. Mas quando menos esperamos, por qualquer motivo damos conta que afinal ainda temos conosco as memórias, as recordações, e até talvez um resto do sabor do sentimento que existia. Afinal a grande tarefa que todos temos em esquecer algo, quase que é em vão, nós nunca esquecemos, apenas guardamos, e mais tarde iremos encontrar de novo aquilo que tanto insistimos em esquecer. Parece que o nosso coração insiste em guardar tudo bem guardado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem momentos que tornam a vida muito gratificante&lt;br /&gt;simples gestos, simples momentos propocionam um sentimento de felicidade  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-418729724872587314?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/418729724872587314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/todos-dizemos-que-com-o-tempo-algumas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/418729724872587314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/418729724872587314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/todos-dizemos-que-com-o-tempo-algumas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TDcxpML1ZOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/q9UpFExLGEg/s72-c/text,b,w,photography,b,w,,pgotography,memories-f785d684b31e75e12dbd0ee4b4059cd4_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4393042208428766139</id><published>2010-07-05T18:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:52:14.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TDIa34UEyHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZGmZxPjhif8/s1600/girl,grass-5588735b2206661d5b65a3868894dcd2_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TDIa34UEyHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZGmZxPjhif8/s320/girl,grass-5588735b2206661d5b65a3868894dcd2_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490480443029768306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo começa com uma escolha,mesmo que essa escolha seja silenciosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are the only one who has ever touched my heart!"&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-4393042208428766139?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4393042208428766139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/tudo-comeca-com-uma-escolhamesmo-que.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4393042208428766139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4393042208428766139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/07/tudo-comeca-com-uma-escolhamesmo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TDIa34UEyHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZGmZxPjhif8/s72-c/girl,grass-5588735b2206661d5b65a3868894dcd2_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-2579765198597071998</id><published>2010-06-29T01:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:32:27.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TClM0quxapI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HEGAwkDs8-s/s1600/3451379672_5d81d32065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TClM0quxapI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HEGAwkDs8-s/s320/3451379672_5d81d32065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488002088635034258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há sempre um espaço na minha alma que se perde em palavras outrora ditas, mas que ainda as sinto...Há sempre uma parte do meu espírito que reconhece os lugares por onde já passei e que deixei também o meu rasto...Há sempre todo um coração que bate,e que explode vontades,desejos,sentimentos,memórias, quase de uma forma desconhecida, quase perdida. Tudo isto que sinto é incompreensivel para os outros,por vezes até mesmo para mim,mas mesmo assim deixo que este sentimento continue em mim, porque sei que me embala e me acalma .Tenho vontade de seguir os instintos, de deixar a razão para trás,e partir em rumo ao que me completa.Tenho vontade de seguir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A nostalgia voltou, mais uma vez, sempre mais uma vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-2579765198597071998?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/2579765198597071998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/ha-sempre-um-espaco-na-minha-alma-que.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2579765198597071998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2579765198597071998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/ha-sempre-um-espaco-na-minha-alma-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TClM0quxapI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HEGAwkDs8-s/s72-c/3451379672_5d81d32065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-3090734556201831480</id><published>2010-06-24T21:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:33:17.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TCPBBAnBBBI/AAAAAAAAAas/4ucQWNK3Sno/s1600/4047622949_e13cec41ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TCPBBAnBBBI/AAAAAAAAAas/4ucQWNK3Sno/s320/4047622949_e13cec41ec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486440994155070482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já sentia falta... falta destes pequenos, destes grandes momentos... &lt;br /&gt;Hoje senti vontade de me querer reencontrar... &lt;br /&gt;Senti a necessidade de "encontrar-me"nas ondas daquele mar... &lt;br /&gt;Hoje quis mergulhar nos meus sentimentos. &lt;br /&gt;Quis retomar vivências, até desejei uma realidade que não era minha... &lt;br /&gt;Aquela realidade em que tudo foi, e que seria perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;Já há muito que não me queria lembrar... &lt;br /&gt;Já há muito que tento esquecer... &lt;br /&gt;Hoje desejei voltar a sentir... reavi cada sentimento, cada magoa, cada sorriso... &lt;br /&gt;Precisei de sentir cada uma daquelas emoções passadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisei de me sentir viva...&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-3090734556201831480?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/3090734556201831480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/ja-sentia-falta.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3090734556201831480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3090734556201831480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/ja-sentia-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TCPBBAnBBBI/AAAAAAAAAas/4ucQWNK3Sno/s72-c/4047622949_e13cec41ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4511553279850792795</id><published>2010-06-20T19:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:47:37.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TB5g3-fQFUI/AAAAAAAAAak/ovEOY6yvqlU/s1600/dream,foto,stop-53ae93e596dc7e292a11fd14202372cc_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TB5g3-fQFUI/AAAAAAAAAak/ovEOY6yvqlU/s320/dream,foto,stop-53ae93e596dc7e292a11fd14202372cc_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484927910966990146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero voar&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir-me envolta num abraço  &lt;br /&gt;Quero conhecer melhor o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder estar presente em silêncio e em pensamento &lt;br /&gt;Quero poder ver sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Quero encontrar-me num lugar mágico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez queira viver milhares de vidas além desta,e em cada uma delas reencontrar(-te). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4511553279850792795?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4511553279850792795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/quero-voar-quero-sentir-me-envolta-num.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4511553279850792795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4511553279850792795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/quero-voar-quero-sentir-me-envolta-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TB5g3-fQFUI/AAAAAAAAAak/ovEOY6yvqlU/s72-c/dream,foto,stop-53ae93e596dc7e292a11fd14202372cc_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-1128659850241022591</id><published>2010-06-15T15:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:55:33.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TBeUWuiT-BI/AAAAAAAAAac/-jpF-rp7yw0/s1600/girl,freedom,向往,束缚,自由-d144010c2d05376ea6dab96dc8b18b78_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TBeUWuiT-BI/AAAAAAAAAac/-jpF-rp7yw0/s320/girl,freedom,向往,束缚,自由-d144010c2d05376ea6dab96dc8b18b78_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483014189516847122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os acontecimentos alteram-se e alteram-nos a nós também. &lt;br /&gt;Por alguma razão os ponteiros do relógio não abrandam e os segundos não param quando sentimos um aperto interior. O tempo anda sempre indiferente às nossas angústias e as surpresas do amanhã são sempre mais fortes que qualquer destino que nos tenhamos comprometido a cumprir. Basta-nos saber quando e como dar corda ao nosso próprio relógio e voltar a colocar o mecanismo em acção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-1128659850241022591?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/1128659850241022591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-acontecimentos-alteram-se-e-alteram.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1128659850241022591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1128659850241022591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-acontecimentos-alteram-se-e-alteram.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TBeUWuiT-BI/AAAAAAAAAac/-jpF-rp7yw0/s72-c/girl,freedom,向往,束缚,自由-d144010c2d05376ea6dab96dc8b18b78_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7341725225468914810</id><published>2010-06-09T17:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:16:38.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TA_MQg6gO_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/FadMSwrHRas/s1600/Pick_Flowers_Not_Fights_by_LeCoco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TA_MQg6gO_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/FadMSwrHRas/s320/Pick_Flowers_Not_Fights_by_LeCoco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480823855618472946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se trata de uma questão de escolha, mas sim de sorte. Não escolhemos quem entra na nossa vida, sempre por acaso. As pessoas surgem entre as pedras que apanhamos do caminho que percorremos e por vezes chego mesmo a pensar que chegam até mim através dos diluvios derradeiros, capazes de marcar e mudar vidas cheias de nadas.  &lt;br /&gt;E é tudo uma questão de sorte. As pessoas entram e saem tantas vezes da nossa "casa", sem cartas escritas deixadas na caixa de correio e sem cheiros de sentimento espalhados pelo tecto, mas só aquelas que desejam realmente estar de mão dada connosco para o resto da vida é que entram com vontade de cá ficar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não consigo lidar com as "entradas" e "saidas" das pessoas na minha vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tendo como desculpa a distância!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-7341725225468914810?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7341725225468914810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-se-trata-de-uma-questao-de-escolha.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7341725225468914810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7341725225468914810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-se-trata-de-uma-questao-de-escolha.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TA_MQg6gO_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/FadMSwrHRas/s72-c/Pick_Flowers_Not_Fights_by_LeCoco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-3308799646445899535</id><published>2010-06-07T00:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T03:12:10.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TAw8b0JoU2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/B7Ya_VcSp0Q/s1600/tumblr_kymy7jdl3R1qb7kyso1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TAw8b0JoU2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/B7Ya_VcSp0Q/s320/tumblr_kymy7jdl3R1qb7kyso1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479821295156220770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;São reflexos passados que hoje retornam à memória... Emoções, sentimentos, afectos vividos outrora, hoje apenas deixam nostalgia ... O que em tempos foi apagado pelas feridas do Adeus nunca foi esquecido,apenas permaneceu "oculto" nas "gavetas" do coração...Talvez hoje...talvez agora...Talvez só porque é o dia de hoje... tenha percebido que"algo"mal esquecido,deixa sempre memórias,que nunca vão embora, que continuam a morar por perto, sempre à espera que o nosso corpo não riposte contra ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-3308799646445899535?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/3308799646445899535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/sao-reflexos-passados-que-hoje-retornam.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3308799646445899535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3308799646445899535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/sao-reflexos-passados-que-hoje-retornam.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TAw8b0JoU2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/B7Ya_VcSp0Q/s72-c/tumblr_kymy7jdl3R1qb7kyso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-2696570190145900839</id><published>2010-06-02T21:51:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T03:12:01.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TAbJQuEmhlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/nwswYCs6xek/s1600/3924297175_0e52744c3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TAbJQuEmhlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/nwswYCs6xek/s320/3924297175_0e52744c3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478287285825209938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem alturas em que mais vale fechar a "porta" e ir embora sem dizer ADEUS.&lt;br /&gt;E outras em que mais valia não a ter voltado a abrir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque se esta "porta" voltar a fechar-se(como já esteve),nem o vento mais forte irá conseguir abrir-la,muito menos mantê-la entreaberta...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-2696570190145900839?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/2696570190145900839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/existem-alturas-em-que-mais-vale-fechar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2696570190145900839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2696570190145900839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/existem-alturas-em-que-mais-vale-fechar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TAbJQuEmhlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/nwswYCs6xek/s72-c/3924297175_0e52744c3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-5025459732453292881</id><published>2010-06-01T01:40:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T02:30:35.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TARY-H4yR3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2ChfwJc6s2k/s1600/girl,grass,green,sunglasses,mori,girl,tumblr-4c69c7d9f9c8ae1d633171afdb55f466_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TARY-H4yR3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2ChfwJc6s2k/s320/girl,grass,green,sunglasses,mori,girl,tumblr-4c69c7d9f9c8ae1d633171afdb55f466_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477600871081723762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei. Não sei se fico, não sei se continuo, não sei se paro, se mudo de trajectória!É um caminho confuso,com diversas direcções e alguns atalhos.É um percurso pouco iluminado que não ofereçe certezas,apenas a acompanhia de "ecos" passados, que soam sentimentos outrora vividos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Existem as pessoas-vento. Aquelas que aparecem sem aviso prévio, que marcam presença, que provocam arrepios e desaparecerem tão rapidamente como apareceram sem bater à porta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-5025459732453292881?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/5025459732453292881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-sei.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5025459732453292881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5025459732453292881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TARY-H4yR3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2ChfwJc6s2k/s72-c/girl,grass,green,sunglasses,mori,girl,tumblr-4c69c7d9f9c8ae1d633171afdb55f466_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4479927613216974343</id><published>2010-05-29T22:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:09:51.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TALRH3scc2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/OYowAEEi8l4/s1600/beach,dreamy,girl,ocean,sand,sea-864362439411cec0f656d905a0273d30_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TALRH3scc2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/OYowAEEi8l4/s320/beach,dreamy,girl,ocean,sand,sea-864362439411cec0f656d905a0273d30_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477170029975597922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Há sentimentos que vivem dentro de nós,que inconscientemente aquecem-nos a Alma...e freneticamente consomem cada pedacinho nosso. "Abraçada" pela saudade, que fulmina cada recanto do mais intimo do meu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4479927613216974343?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4479927613216974343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-sentimentos-que-vivem-dentro-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4479927613216974343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4479927613216974343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-sentimentos-que-vivem-dentro-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TALRH3scc2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/OYowAEEi8l4/s72-c/beach,dreamy,girl,ocean,sand,sea-864362439411cec0f656d905a0273d30_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-3465552995802081887</id><published>2010-05-27T12:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:57:46.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_5sQW2UKqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/EKX70eRp7dY/s1600/4544916909_1fa3e2b1b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_5sQW2UKqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/EKX70eRp7dY/s320/4544916909_1fa3e2b1b9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475933225196202658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantos cantos, quantos recantos. Difícil dizer sim ou não. Há decisões que pensámos e repensámos inúmeras vezes e nunca chegámos a conclusão nenhuma. Temos medo de perder a ocasião e o momento, temos medo de um dia já não poder e temos medo de nos magoar-mos de novo.O que foi, não sei se poderá voltar a ser. Carrego pedaçinhos dentro de mim de tudo aquilo que foi,de tudo aquilo que fui, de tudo aquilo que senti,e de tudo aquilo que vivi.Interrogo-me se algum dia poderá"voltar".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-3465552995802081887?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/3465552995802081887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/quantos-cantos-quantos-recantos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3465552995802081887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3465552995802081887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/quantos-cantos-quantos-recantos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_5sQW2UKqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/EKX70eRp7dY/s72-c/4544916909_1fa3e2b1b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7742216413942261286</id><published>2010-05-24T12:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:48:42.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_pme8FqoLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/r9OF0RXBfME/s1600/Unopened_Letter_To_The_World_by_eleMENTALKA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_pme8FqoLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/r9OF0RXBfME/s320/Unopened_Letter_To_The_World_by_eleMENTALKA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474800978734260402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A brisa mais doce fez-me ver o que é realmente importante,e neste momento, o que importa é o que sinto,ou o que já não sinto.Parece que tudo o que já foi, impossibilita tudo o que possa vir a ser,em que o coração era livre de se expressar, sem que fosse revistado pela lógica e pela razão que é agora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Por vezes sinto saudades...Saudades simplesmente...Aquele pequeno sabor dos tempos antigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-7742216413942261286?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7742216413942261286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/brisa-mais-doce-fez-me-ver-o-que-e.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7742216413942261286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7742216413942261286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/brisa-mais-doce-fez-me-ver-o-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_pme8FqoLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/r9OF0RXBfME/s72-c/Unopened_Letter_To_The_World_by_eleMENTALKA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-6904567147770457921</id><published>2010-05-21T22:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:44:12.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_b-Q9E7neI/AAAAAAAAAZM/KHIVaiIqsvA/s1600/balloon,girl,cute,print,banksy,quote-f55a8ca4648859fb15ac82bddbaf9eb7_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_b-Q9E7neI/AAAAAAAAAZM/KHIVaiIqsvA/s320/balloon,girl,cute,print,banksy,quote-f55a8ca4648859fb15ac82bddbaf9eb7_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473841964342025698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As coisas e as pessoas mudam. Vemos o tempo a passar e as coisas a ficarem para trás, vemos tudo a fugir-nos das mãos,onde em tempos tinhamos vontade de ir lá agarrar tudo uma e outra vez. Como se fosse possível as coisas fugirem-nos assim, como se fosse possível sentirmos e deixar de sentir.Dou por mim "abraçada"por uma nostalgia perdida, e vivo, vivo mais do que vivia naquele passado que agora está tâo distante e quase sem sentido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Passou, vai passando a cada momento, cada vez mais fácil seguir, cada vez com menos vontade de ir lá atrás e pegar em tudo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-6904567147770457921?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/6904567147770457921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-coisas-e-as-pessoas-mudam.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6904567147770457921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6904567147770457921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-coisas-e-as-pessoas-mudam.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_b-Q9E7neI/AAAAAAAAAZM/KHIVaiIqsvA/s72-c/balloon,girl,cute,print,banksy,quote-f55a8ca4648859fb15ac82bddbaf9eb7_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4164918126143475592</id><published>2010-05-20T12:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:14:44.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_UYvSxfoFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/71T1eW6pXXM/s1600/explain,life,quote,try,inspiration,quotes-e2c46709b70dc090815bb454d2e49fde_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_UYvSxfoFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/71T1eW6pXXM/s320/explain,life,quote,try,inspiration,quotes-e2c46709b70dc090815bb454d2e49fde_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473308122911055954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Desconfio de que há coisas que o tempo irremediavelmente nunca vai curar. Passámos o tempo a sentir e a fazer sentir, somos faces da vida.Sentir, é ter tempo para rabiscar sentimentos, mágoas, ardores. É no meio destes rabiscos que dou cor à minha alma e encontro os ecos do que eu fui e do que um dia eu serei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4164918126143475592?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4164918126143475592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/desconfio-de-que-ha-coisas-que-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4164918126143475592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4164918126143475592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/desconfio-de-que-ha-coisas-que-o-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S_UYvSxfoFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/71T1eW6pXXM/s72-c/explain,life,quote,try,inspiration,quotes-e2c46709b70dc090815bb454d2e49fde_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4566974224594635758</id><published>2010-05-15T22:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:05:58.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S-8Mjiroo5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/gCVNJRH2bSU/s1600/queima+das+fitas+coimbra.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S-8Mjiroo5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/gCVNJRH2bSU/s320/queima+das+fitas+coimbra.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471605877023220626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momentos que tanto nos marcam, que tanto nos mudam...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que vivem para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Coimbra é nossa ate morrer ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4566974224594635758?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4566974224594635758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/momentos-que-tanto-nos-marcam-que-tanto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4566974224594635758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4566974224594635758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/momentos-que-tanto-nos-marcam-que-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S-8Mjiroo5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/gCVNJRH2bSU/s72-c/queima+das+fitas+coimbra.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7739266849811816376</id><published>2010-05-11T14:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:46:11.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S-lj-YqbMtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iKFz-vr48OU/s1600/black,and,white,blonde,boots,girl,sunglasses-58d4306daf68a089168c0ad19b71270d_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S-lj-YqbMtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iKFz-vr48OU/s320/black,and,white,blonde,boots,girl,sunglasses-58d4306daf68a089168c0ad19b71270d_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470013145841611474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“E quando tudo parece DISTANTE... Quando tudo volta a fazer SENTIDO”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-7739266849811816376?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7739266849811816376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-quando-tudo-parece-distante.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7739266849811816376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7739266849811816376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-quando-tudo-parece-distante.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S-lj-YqbMtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iKFz-vr48OU/s72-c/black,and,white,blonde,boots,girl,sunglasses-58d4306daf68a089168c0ad19b71270d_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-2293895714698843622</id><published>2010-05-10T14:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:51:21.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S-gOWHNHcPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UU2VcZsOPBQ/s1600/coimbra.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S-gOWHNHcPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UU2VcZsOPBQ/s320/coimbra.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469637520495440114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Capa negra de saudade&lt;br /&gt;       No momento da partida&lt;br /&gt;Segredos desta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Levo comigo p’rá vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/8648126881887966328-2293895714698843622?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/2293895714698843622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/capa-negra-de-saudade-no-momento-da.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2293895714698843622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2293895714698843622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/capa-negra-de-saudade-no-momento-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S-gOWHNHcPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UU2VcZsOPBQ/s72-c/coimbra.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-1096938621408702831</id><published>2010-05-01T22:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:22:34.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9ybAZ37hDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/BopaADpuokc/s1600/4083932861_2bb930bcaf_b_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9ybAZ37hDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/BopaADpuokc/s320/4083932861_2bb930bcaf_b_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466414478968718386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há palavras que não consigo dizer, que ficam "atravessadas" na garganta. Há emoções, e sentimentos que não consigo expressar. Vivo momentos de pura "revolta" e ilusão, em que apenas apetece-me fugir. Existem páginas da minha vida que quero arrancar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;e deixar que se percam no tempo, e no rumo que o vento as levar . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"(...)Sentimentos que me causam uma pulsação acelerada e me sufocam em formas inexistentes de dizer aquilo que sinto ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-1096938621408702831?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/1096938621408702831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-palavras-que-nao-consigo-dizer-que.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1096938621408702831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1096938621408702831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-palavras-que-nao-consigo-dizer-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9ybAZ37hDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/BopaADpuokc/s72-c/4083932861_2bb930bcaf_b_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4474581799577167071</id><published>2010-04-30T18:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:27:01.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9sRP0BV1qI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0p14ZWwQmP8/s1600/1133505ft349mza5t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9sRP0BV1qI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0p14ZWwQmP8/s320/1133505ft349mza5t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465981536104208034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que é feito de todos aquelas aventuras que sempre deram cor à minha vida? Que é feito de tudo o que senti, onde estão os sons, o cheiro. Sinto falta do mar, do embalar das ondas, sinto falta de amar  e de todas aquelas emoções que emergiam como quem pinta uma tela com o coração. Não importava quantos riscos ultrapassavam as margens, não importavam as lágrimas, as saudades, as mágoas, era tão mais feliz quando nada era tão calmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4474581799577167071?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4474581799577167071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-e-feito-de-todos-aquelas-aventuras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4474581799577167071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4474581799577167071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-e-feito-de-todos-aquelas-aventuras.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9sRP0BV1qI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0p14ZWwQmP8/s72-c/1133505ft349mza5t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8008546987841938213</id><published>2010-04-29T18:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:43:20.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9nFDfV0HlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/UN3ZdvdyJLk/s1600/4329565763_219bc88a2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9nFDfV0HlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/UN3ZdvdyJLk/s320/4329565763_219bc88a2c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465616286534082130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No meu pior pesadelo, a alma é só uma superfície plana onde tudo está parado, pelo que ninguém pode dizer o que nela vai."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8008546987841938213?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8008546987841938213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-meu-pior-pesadelo-alma-e-so-uma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8008546987841938213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8008546987841938213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-meu-pior-pesadelo-alma-e-so-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9nFDfV0HlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/UN3ZdvdyJLk/s72-c/4329565763_219bc88a2c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7712724751626913374</id><published>2010-04-27T20:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:03:08.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9dC65RID3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/2RcUX7baTqc/s1600/2889525448_b8db68ae1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9dC65RID3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/2RcUX7baTqc/s320/2889525448_b8db68ae1f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464910252409884530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dias de sol, aquecem-me a alma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-7712724751626913374?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7712724751626913374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/dias-de-sol-aquecem-me-alma.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7712724751626913374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7712724751626913374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/dias-de-sol-aquecem-me-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9dC65RID3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/2RcUX7baTqc/s72-c/2889525448_b8db68ae1f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8248119665844910753</id><published>2010-04-24T14:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:50:28.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9RInRUj9XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yAnbBrzRYkw/s1600/OgAAAPS7K8a_W_1H4KyiQKjvZ7ELFTmoXTEaOqO-K4zD-69jNrvMq23UMIdJI0Xggl7SetIEVwc8f-91l5K8r5AX4PoAm1T1UETM3P3Y4yxgDMLrYqSh5EY9Xsq3_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9RInRUj9XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yAnbBrzRYkw/s320/OgAAAPS7K8a_W_1H4KyiQKjvZ7ELFTmoXTEaOqO-K4zD-69jNrvMq23UMIdJI0Xggl7SetIEVwc8f-91l5K8r5AX4PoAm1T1UETM3P3Y4yxgDMLrYqSh5EY9Xsq3_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464072087408997746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sou apenas o SILÊNCIO de muitos risos sussurrados...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou apenas o VAGO, de um olhar que um dia foi cúmplice....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou apenas uma ALUCINAÇÃO de um sentimento único...Sou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas o ESCAPE do que outrora não saberia viver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sou a DISTÂNCIA de algo que jamais voltará a estar perto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;edge&lt;/span&gt;,I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8248119665844910753?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8248119665844910753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoje-sou-apenas-o-silencio-de-muitos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8248119665844910753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8248119665844910753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoje-sou-apenas-o-silencio-de-muitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9RInRUj9XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yAnbBrzRYkw/s72-c/OgAAAPS7K8a_W_1H4KyiQKjvZ7ELFTmoXTEaOqO-K4zD-69jNrvMq23UMIdJI0Xggl7SetIEVwc8f-91l5K8r5AX4PoAm1T1UETM3P3Y4yxgDMLrYqSh5EY9Xsq3_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-6245022928862097251</id><published>2010-04-23T18:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:08:32.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9Hh9HBwtHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DWQuYmBQ6Uw/s1600/4456499509_1a64f99047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9Hh9HBwtHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DWQuYmBQ6Uw/s320/4456499509_1a64f99047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463396262951826546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não quero pessoas erradas na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Quero as certas....&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acertar sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero sempre tentar acertar....&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ter sonhos impossiveis...&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero torná-los possíveis... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As palavras que dissemos àqueles que amamos, nunca foram só palavras. Foram ruas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-6245022928862097251?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/6245022928862097251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-quero-pessoas-erradas-na-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6245022928862097251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6245022928862097251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-quero-pessoas-erradas-na-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S9Hh9HBwtHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DWQuYmBQ6Uw/s72-c/4456499509_1a64f99047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-745339087676224300</id><published>2010-04-22T01:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:53:50.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8-d-xr8njI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ftwQCC612_Q/s1600/dance,girl,ballet,sea,silhouette,sun-e2c4a6ccf21938b25e2b119c001433f8_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8-d-xr8njI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ftwQCC612_Q/s320/dance,girl,ballet,sea,silhouette,sun-e2c4a6ccf21938b25e2b119c001433f8_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462758574838816306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os sonhos não se vivem, sonham-se… pintam-se com as nossas cores!Apetece-me apenas sonhar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-745339087676224300?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/745339087676224300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-sonhos-nao-se-vivem-sonham-se-pintam.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/745339087676224300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/745339087676224300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-sonhos-nao-se-vivem-sonham-se-pintam.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8-d-xr8njI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ftwQCC612_Q/s72-c/dance,girl,ballet,sea,silhouette,sun-e2c4a6ccf21938b25e2b119c001433f8_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-90561084042386475</id><published>2010-04-16T01:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:26:44.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8eubmdYRwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/2_xH_kno4Qo/s1600/girl,lonely,petite,sweet,girls,visual-4aba0c986be080adc9eff198493df0f1_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8eubmdYRwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/2_xH_kno4Qo/s320/girl,lonely,petite,sweet,girls,visual-4aba0c986be080adc9eff198493df0f1_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460524862413489922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Já me perdi sem rumo certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me venci pelo cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto(...)Não quero mais nada, só o silêncio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-90561084042386475?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/90561084042386475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/ja-me-perdi-sem-rumo-certo-ja-me-venci.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/90561084042386475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/90561084042386475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/ja-me-perdi-sem-rumo-certo-ja-me-venci.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8eubmdYRwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/2_xH_kno4Qo/s72-c/girl,lonely,petite,sweet,girls,visual-4aba0c986be080adc9eff198493df0f1_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-486550868363367430</id><published>2010-04-14T14:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:17:59.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8XOhv7MTDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UsNhm1P8bo8/s1600/blonde,girl,meer,sea,sommer,summer-a5c16b1a4306e467067c329e3c1492df_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8XOhv7MTDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UsNhm1P8bo8/s320/blonde,girl,meer,sea,sommer,summer-a5c16b1a4306e467067c329e3c1492df_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459997202452335666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perco-me e encontro-me... Supero os meus limites, e as minhas sombras, apenas as memórias continuam a asfixiare-me... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-486550868363367430?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/486550868363367430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/perco-me-e-encontro-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/486550868363367430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/486550868363367430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/perco-me-e-encontro-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8XOhv7MTDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UsNhm1P8bo8/s72-c/blonde,girl,meer,sea,sommer,summer-a5c16b1a4306e467067c329e3c1492df_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8865224042979243469</id><published>2010-04-12T13:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:09:18.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8MbXG00tQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/x355Ygyxw9g/s1600/balloons,beach,woman,ballons,luce,mare-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8MbXG00tQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/x355Ygyxw9g/s320/balloons,beach,woman,ballons,luce,mare-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459237257086285058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida é uma longa viagem, nunca sabemos até onde nos leva nem quando acaba, e a minha tem sido cheia de sonhos e de bons momentos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8865224042979243469?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8865224042979243469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/vida-e-uma-longa-viagem-nunca-sabemos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8865224042979243469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8865224042979243469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/vida-e-uma-longa-viagem-nunca-sabemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S8MbXG00tQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/x355Ygyxw9g/s72-c/balloons,beach,woman,ballons,luce,mare-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-3651836061073493749</id><published>2010-04-08T20:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:01:11.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S741z6XXX6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/PVKQSt3U-wA/s1600/3789138468_8b85c8379b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S741z6XXX6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/PVKQSt3U-wA/s320/3789138468_8b85c8379b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457858964376477602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caminho naquela estrada tantas outras vezes percorrida,em cada passo carrego aquele "sabor" amargo como a primeira vez que o fizera.&lt;br /&gt;Encontro nesse mesma estrada, aquelas "sombras" que insistem em permanecer...e aqueles sentimentos que se dispersam pelos cantos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Olho para o relógio, inspiro o tempo e expiro as emoções suspirantes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-3651836061073493749?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/3651836061073493749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/caminho-naquela-estrada-tantas-outras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3651836061073493749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3651836061073493749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/04/caminho-naquela-estrada-tantas-outras.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S741z6XXX6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/PVKQSt3U-wA/s72-c/3789138468_8b85c8379b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-5623279492437583266</id><published>2010-03-26T22:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:09:52.122Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S60-tYCkHrI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q9fjirCLNZg/s1600/4298591583_3347844fc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S60-tYCkHrI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q9fjirCLNZg/s320/4298591583_3347844fc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453083673083780786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nós somos do tecido de que são feitos os sonhos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Sonho... &lt;br /&gt;Sonho em sorrir todos os dias... &lt;br /&gt;Sonho em respirar livremente... &lt;br /&gt;Sonho sonhar acordada... &lt;br /&gt;Sonho poder olhar para trás e ver os que ficaram... &lt;br /&gt;Sonho olhar para diante e ver os que prevaleceram...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-5623279492437583266?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/5623279492437583266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/nos-somos-do-tecido-de-que-sao-feitos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5623279492437583266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5623279492437583266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/nos-somos-do-tecido-de-que-sao-feitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S60-tYCkHrI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q9fjirCLNZg/s72-c/4298591583_3347844fc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-2717915363892724008</id><published>2010-03-24T14:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:51:05.827Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S6omsbBwXyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xKN2EjdKAtE/s1600/flowers,forest,woman,flower,girl,nature-570903e04454ab466d927db29f64eb3d_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S6omsbBwXyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xKN2EjdKAtE/s320/flowers,forest,woman,flower,girl,nature-570903e04454ab466d927db29f64eb3d_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452212843496628002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei esconder o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mascaro os meus desejos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não envergonho-me das escolhas que faço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não "seguro" lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não abandono quem me ampara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não abraço quem não tenho vontade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo de dizer o que quero &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não nego o quem sou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-2717915363892724008?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/2717915363892724008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao-sei-esconder-o-que-sinto-nao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2717915363892724008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2717915363892724008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao-sei-esconder-o-que-sinto-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S6omsbBwXyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xKN2EjdKAtE/s72-c/flowers,forest,woman,flower,girl,nature-570903e04454ab466d927db29f64eb3d_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-289618968962988296</id><published>2010-03-21T21:03:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:54:30.042Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S6aRALR7MJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7ZOKEkQlJwo/s1600-h/fun,girls,friends,friends,love,fashionable,summer-ff7f328181cc0be249cd359fa7f2b96e_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S6aRALR7MJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7ZOKEkQlJwo/s320/fun,girls,friends,friends,love,fashionable,summer-ff7f328181cc0be249cd359fa7f2b96e_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451203831192563858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Amizade&lt;/strong&gt; é um caminho, é todo um conjunto de momentos, de carinho, de cumplicidade, de confiança, de respeito, de preocupação...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; É um TODO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Toda a gente é capaz de sentir o sofrimento de um amigo. Ver com agrado os seus êxitos exige uma natureza muito delicada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-289618968962988296?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/289618968962988296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/amizade-e-um-caminho-e-todo-um-conjunto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/289618968962988296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/289618968962988296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/amizade-e-um-caminho-e-todo-um-conjunto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S6aRALR7MJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7ZOKEkQlJwo/s72-c/fun,girls,friends,friends,love,fashionable,summer-ff7f328181cc0be249cd359fa7f2b96e_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-940571791785775450</id><published>2010-03-18T21:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:21:45.009Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S6KZVVSD7bI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0O49W4YrFM0/s1600-h/heart%2520bag%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S6KZVVSD7bI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0O49W4YrFM0/s320/heart%2520bag%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450087090840923570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As emoções são desagradáveis. Afastamo-las com cuidado e entramos numa sala limpa e esterilizada onde o procedimento é simples. Cortar, suturar e fechar. Mas, por vezes, deparamo-nos com um corte que não sara. Um corte que faz os pontos rebentarem."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-940571791785775450?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/940571791785775450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-emocoes-sao-desagradaveis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/940571791785775450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/940571791785775450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-emocoes-sao-desagradaveis.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S6KZVVSD7bI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0O49W4YrFM0/s72-c/heart%2520bag%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8040627640490179644</id><published>2010-03-16T10:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:44:22.105Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S59iWL35oHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NXNdx3n2Ko4/s1600-h/4248519994_c341c8707a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S59iWL35oHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NXNdx3n2Ko4/s320/4248519994_c341c8707a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449182207425486962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo e o silêncio,não são compatíveis comigo! Estes sem duvida alguma que se estão a tornar os meus piores "inimigos".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8040627640490179644?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8040627640490179644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-tempo-e-o-silencionao-sao-compativeis.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8040627640490179644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8040627640490179644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-tempo-e-o-silencionao-sao-compativeis.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S59iWL35oHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NXNdx3n2Ko4/s72-c/4248519994_c341c8707a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-3533029478213187005</id><published>2010-03-12T21:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:47:44.201Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5q162mzsJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rAMFr6eZ_Vw/s1600-h/girl,style,party-e147cbf590e357024f8eecc7301803f8_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5q162mzsJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rAMFr6eZ_Vw/s320/girl,style,party-e147cbf590e357024f8eecc7301803f8_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447866721953362066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite de ontem foi simplesmente hilariante.Apesar de ter sido uma noite calma, foi cheia de emoções e de alguns &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(re)encontros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Momentos como estes fazem-me ter a certeza que não saberei viver longe da vida academica e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;que as amizades aqui criadas são para SEMPRE. Simplesmente adorei cada momentinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada gargalhada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada "piadinha",cada (re)encontro que a noite de ontem proporcionou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;São momentos como este que levo na memória,e guardo-os no cantinho mais especial do meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-3533029478213187005?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/3533029478213187005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/noite-de-ontem-foi-simplesmente.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3533029478213187005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3533029478213187005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/noite-de-ontem-foi-simplesmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5q162mzsJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rAMFr6eZ_Vw/s72-c/girl,style,party-e147cbf590e357024f8eecc7301803f8_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8209187642469364851</id><published>2010-03-10T14:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:39:46.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5erwQGQwJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CjEbPJRXs2g/s1600-h/garden,color,cute,girl,light,trees-7ef9c7add7cc2038bb5f5cb3320abbd6_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5erwQGQwJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CjEbPJRXs2g/s320/garden,color,cute,girl,light,trees-7ef9c7add7cc2038bb5f5cb3320abbd6_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447011119771205778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hoje é o dia de pôr a cor do meu sonho junto ao amarelo do sol..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*Pena é mesmo o frio que se faz sentir lá fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8209187642469364851?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8209187642469364851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-e-o-dia-de-por-cor-do-meu-sonho.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8209187642469364851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8209187642469364851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-e-o-dia-de-por-cor-do-meu-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5erwQGQwJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CjEbPJRXs2g/s72-c/garden,color,cute,girl,light,trees-7ef9c7add7cc2038bb5f5cb3320abbd6_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-5063625960372439352</id><published>2010-03-07T17:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:54:05.726Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5Pnya8voaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/C-psqGLaoVc/s1600-h/dress,girl,photography,pretty-f2008ae0cc109f53d672b9cb4bb2da04_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5Pnya8voaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/C-psqGLaoVc/s320/dress,girl,photography,pretty-f2008ae0cc109f53d672b9cb4bb2da04_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445951227834638754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostaria de fugir à realidade,e "cair" num mundo mágico onde eu pudesse encontrar respostas,às perguntas que a vida coloca! Essa "viagem" (chamemos assim),proporcionar-me-ia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;a descobrir a verdadeira &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;essência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,de "viver" no meu próprio sonho. Só lá "encontrar-me-ia". Só lá "viveria". Só lá deixaria entrar quem eu permite-se na minha "história".Só lá a minha "loucura" faria sentido,sem ser questionada, só lá eu encontraria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final Feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-5063625960372439352?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/5063625960372439352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/gostaria-de-fugir-realidadee-cair-num.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5063625960372439352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5063625960372439352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/gostaria-de-fugir-realidadee-cair-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5Pnya8voaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/C-psqGLaoVc/s72-c/dress,girl,photography,pretty-f2008ae0cc109f53d672b9cb4bb2da04_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-6138000769941020093</id><published>2010-03-04T20:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:16:59.679Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5AihPk6uTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ghyrRaIpWrA/s1600-h/3516447921_f48a1ce502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5AihPk6uTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ghyrRaIpWrA/s320/3516447921_f48a1ce502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444889904003332402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;(...)I really feel that I'm losing my best friend, I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end  &lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you're letting go&lt;br /&gt;And if it's real E se isso for real&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to know(...)Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts(...)&lt;br /&gt;It's all ending&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are...&lt;br /&gt;You and me I can see us dying...are we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                          Don't Speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                                             No Doubt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao som desta melodia vejo retratado o momento que vivo,todas a sensações sentidas e experiênciadas. Não é um momento"decorado" por interrogações,mas sim de eternas certezas,que direccionam o rumo que a vida deve levar,e o caminho que devo seguir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-6138000769941020093?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/6138000769941020093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6138000769941020093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6138000769941020093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S5AihPk6uTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ghyrRaIpWrA/s72-c/3516447921_f48a1ce502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-2329469259031234472</id><published>2010-03-02T10:20:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:18:27.588Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4zym9WQBZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n4dQ10XYLHI/s1600-h/4276108059_a96c02bc21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4zym9WQBZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n4dQ10XYLHI/s320/4276108059_a96c02bc21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443992800700925330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que o frio do Inverno gelou a minha alma...que cada sentimento guardado"cai"agora,como as folhas que caiem no Outono,em que estas já não conseguem segurar-se mais ao que as "prendia" durante algumas estações.O mesmo se passa comigo, já não consigo "segurar-me" ao que prendia-me(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;por mais que queira,já não consigo&lt;/span&gt;),secalhar porque chegou ao momento de "desprender-me",ou porque provavelmente o cansaço e a saturação falam agora mais alto,e sim a razão tomou o lugar do coração. Não é que esse fio que "prendia-me" fosse frágil,apenas já não aguentou mais numa "tempestade",tal como antes,em que no maior dos vendavais,ele continuava lá, sereno pronto a percorrer todo aquele "ciclo vicioso" construído inconscientemente,e fruto do meu"deixar-me levar".&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-2329469259031234472?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/2329469259031234472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/sinto-que-o-frio-do-inverno-gelou-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2329469259031234472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2329469259031234472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/03/sinto-que-o-frio-do-inverno-gelou-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4zym9WQBZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n4dQ10XYLHI/s72-c/4276108059_a96c02bc21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7949860258859076965</id><published>2010-02-27T00:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:52:23.074Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4hsDEclQhI/AAAAAAAAATs/euvUkG9MAzE/s1600-h/dress,girl,kid,pretty-42a42fc9614f9c45b9c1a38d045179ea_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4hsDEclQhI/AAAAAAAAATs/euvUkG9MAzE/s320/dress,girl,kid,pretty-42a42fc9614f9c45b9c1a38d045179ea_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442718949666275858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só nestas analises introspectivas é que descubro respostas a questões que perseguem-me...descubro &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sentimentos&lt;/span&gt; apaziguados pela &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;desilusão&lt;/span&gt;,que foram &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;apagados&lt;/span&gt; pelo tempo, ou até mesmo porque caíram num &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;esquecimento&lt;/span&gt; "auto defensivo". Por leves momentos pensei que iria ser capaz de suportar mais qualquer "falha",mais qualquer dor,mas já não sou mais forte para tal,cheguei ao limite dos meus limites,um recorde, afirmaria assim.Hoje já não sou a mesma, pois a vida tem essa capacidade de nos moldar ao sabor de tudo aquilo que experienciamos, e claro hoje sou o resultado dessa &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aprendizagem&lt;/span&gt;,que é a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-7949860258859076965?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7949860258859076965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-nestas-analises-introspectivas-e-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7949860258859076965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7949860258859076965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-nestas-analises-introspectivas-e-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4hsDEclQhI/AAAAAAAAATs/euvUkG9MAzE/s72-c/dress,girl,kid,pretty-42a42fc9614f9c45b9c1a38d045179ea_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-162010942256159092</id><published>2010-02-24T22:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:45:31.120Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4WrtLs5hBI/AAAAAAAAATk/dly7yMQ2mOM/s1600-h/corazon%2Bpartido..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4WrtLs5hBI/AAAAAAAAATk/dly7yMQ2mOM/s320/corazon%2Bpartido..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441944517470684178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Até aqui tenho sentido que vivo num mundo de "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;memórias falsas&lt;/span&gt;",e um tanto ou quanto irrealistas,e até mesmo utópicas. Sinto-me a "rasgar" partes de mim,que as julgava vitais,mas que lá no fundo não eram,apenas dei-lhes demasiada importância e significado para aquilo que eram,ou valiam. Talvez a culpada seja eu,não sei, talvez eu "apegue-me" em demasia às pessoas,ou simplesmente ainda vivo no "mundo das fadas" em que tudo é perfeito,e em que as desilusões não reinam. Porque é que a vida nos põe à mercê de pessoas que nada "nos dão",apenas "nos tiram"...apenas nos levam para caminhos de desilusão, de dor, de descrença,e tantos outros sentimentos que "nascem"dentro de mim...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dentro da minha alma&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-162010942256159092?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/162010942256159092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/ate-aqui-tenho-sentido-que-vivo-num.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/162010942256159092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/162010942256159092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/ate-aqui-tenho-sentido-que-vivo-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4WrtLs5hBI/AAAAAAAAATk/dly7yMQ2mOM/s72-c/corazon%2Bpartido..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4238045724533050055</id><published>2010-02-22T21:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:29:06.829Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4L7IfycwZI/AAAAAAAAATc/KzgtB3IIy3w/s1600-h/3344421423_f71e754676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4L7IfycwZI/AAAAAAAAATc/KzgtB3IIy3w/s320/3344421423_f71e754676.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441187423207604626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O todo" construído desvaneceu-se,restam apenas memórias de algo irreal, cobertas pelo pó de sucessivas desilusões.Lá no fundo eu sabia que ia ser assim,mas quis acreditar que haveria um lado bom ( como em tempos achei que havia),que realmente valias o quanto de importância que depositei em ti,mais um vez enganei-me!Desta vez, não fui avassaladoramente surpreendida pelo teu silencio,pela tua ausência,pois habituei-me a isso,e muito sinceramente deixaste de me surpreender(pela negativa,é claro). Esteve presente quem deveria de estar...quem realmente é e SEMPRE será importante,longe ou perto tiveram comigo,e a isso não há palavras que eu possa expressar em forma de agradecimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4238045724533050055?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4238045724533050055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-todo-construido-desvaneceu-serestam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4238045724533050055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4238045724533050055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-todo-construido-desvaneceu-serestam.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S4L7IfycwZI/AAAAAAAAATc/KzgtB3IIy3w/s72-c/3344421423_f71e754676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-332307017385946669</id><published>2010-02-19T21:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:58:27.097Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S38Ib7U8xXI/AAAAAAAAATU/tDO-lwIvf7M/s1600-h/bling,things,hearts,other,key,love,bokeh-15821acd2622944ea13406ff7443c18e_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S38Ib7U8xXI/AAAAAAAAATU/tDO-lwIvf7M/s320/bling,things,hearts,other,key,love,bokeh-15821acd2622944ea13406ff7443c18e_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440076150761899378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É sentir-se livre como um pássaro,mas com o coração acorrentado....Ter a mente livre,mas ao mesmo tempo perdida em pensamentos que flutuam por caminhos já antes percorridos...Ter a certeza que estou no caminho certo,mas com medo de dar um passo,e que a saudade volte (se é que alguma vez ela se foi)...Sentir-me completa,mas ao mesmo tempo incompleta,como se falta-se uma peça... a peça chave na minha vida...como se essa fizesse diferença para tudo ter um rumo diferente...É esquecer cada passo,cada sorriso,cada loucura,cada emoção ou cada sentimento,mas ao mesmo tempo lembrar e sentir todo esse "turbilhão" tão presente,como se nunca tivesse ido embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-332307017385946669?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/332307017385946669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-sentir-se-livre-como-um-passaromas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/332307017385946669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/332307017385946669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-sentir-se-livre-como-um-passaromas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S38Ib7U8xXI/AAAAAAAAATU/tDO-lwIvf7M/s72-c/bling,things,hearts,other,key,love,bokeh-15821acd2622944ea13406ff7443c18e_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8334818915733447389</id><published>2010-02-18T16:59:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:23:25.147Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3127mqo-yI/AAAAAAAAATE/R5DmMzuCAiQ/s1600-h/arrumar_mala3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3127mqo-yI/AAAAAAAAATE/R5DmMzuCAiQ/s320/arrumar_mala3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439634691297180450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trago na bagagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorrisos,gargalhadas,desvaneios,brincadeiras,momentos,memorias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sensações,sentimentos,nostalgia,saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e aquele conforto único que só os nossos entes mais queridos nos conseguem transmitir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8334818915733447389?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8334818915733447389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/trago-na-bagagem-sorrisosgargalhadasdes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8334818915733447389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8334818915733447389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/trago-na-bagagem-sorrisosgargalhadasdes.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3127mqo-yI/AAAAAAAAATE/R5DmMzuCAiQ/s72-c/arrumar_mala3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8466045379330106068</id><published>2010-02-14T18:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:04:57.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3hJSlTAxfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PsefeU8JupQ/s1600-h/tumblr_krmcorMJNB1qzmhamo1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438177133648201202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3hJSlTAxfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PsefeU8JupQ/s320/tumblr_krmcorMJNB1qzmhamo1_400_large.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É tão bom sentir-me no "meu Mundo"...no meu espaço...no meu cantinho! Só aqui consigo abstrair-me de tudo o que se passa lá fora,como se nada mais existisse fora daqui... Sinto-me longe de tudo,até do que mais me "angústia",do que mais me doí... É como se existisse uma porta invisivel,em que do lado de fora deixa-se os meus sentimentos,e tudo o que ocupa o meu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8466045379330106068?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8466045379330106068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-tao-bom-sentir-me-no-meu-mundo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8466045379330106068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8466045379330106068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-tao-bom-sentir-me-no-meu-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3hJSlTAxfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PsefeU8JupQ/s72-c/tumblr_krmcorMJNB1qzmhamo1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-5540931624023154516</id><published>2010-02-10T21:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:00:58.538Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3MqJ0J6awI/AAAAAAAAASs/yVqvsAB3Jcg/s1600-h/girl-66ff1b115a058bb90001fc0ce18f2278_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3MqJ0J6awI/AAAAAAAAASs/yVqvsAB3Jcg/s320/girl-66ff1b115a058bb90001fc0ce18f2278_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735523273730818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É sentir todos os sentimentos nas mais diferentes formas que estes possam ter! Foi sentir alegria ao deixar entrar na minha vida...no meu mundo,mas ao mesmo tempo, sentir o sabor amargo da desilusão, do esquecimento! É sentir que a lembrança só "aparece" quando convém, quando faz apenas um simples click no "botão" das recordações ou das memórias significativas (se é que alguma vez houve significado). Doí ver como as coisas estão,doí ver o caminho percorrido, e agora por caminhos divergentes,talvez paralelos,mas nunca mais em sintonia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-5540931624023154516?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/5540931624023154516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-sentir-todos-os-sentimentos-nas-mais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5540931624023154516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5540931624023154516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-sentir-todos-os-sentimentos-nas-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3MqJ0J6awI/AAAAAAAAASs/yVqvsAB3Jcg/s72-c/girl-66ff1b115a058bb90001fc0ce18f2278_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8087700027610497363</id><published>2010-02-09T01:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:33:07.749Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3C6tSbC-KI/AAAAAAAAASk/BlR6eLbOIVQ/s1600-h/girl,underwater-0429bf27729c2791511e4951bc1d854b_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3C6tSbC-KI/AAAAAAAAASk/BlR6eLbOIVQ/s320/girl,underwater-0429bf27729c2791511e4951bc1d854b_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436050037438347426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É estranho olhar para trás, e deparar-me com "&lt;strong&gt;histórias&lt;/strong&gt;" que já não existem(se é que alguma vez existiram). São "&lt;strong&gt;histórias&lt;/strong&gt;" que se desvanecem com o tempo,com a distância,com o esquecimento,melhor pela falta de lembrança. "&lt;strong&gt;Histórias&lt;/strong&gt;"verdadeiras para mim, pois eu vivi-as e senti-as ao máximo... no seu limite, não as vive apenas pelo o momento ou pela ocasião que se proporcionava,vivi sim pelo sentimento que (nos) abraçava e (nos)envolvia, eu pelo menos o senti, seria(serei) a única? Hoje, dia após dia, silencio após silencio, só tenho uma certeza...                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tudo não passou de meras (des)ilusões.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;             &lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-8087700027610497363?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8087700027610497363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-estranho-olhar-para-tras-e-deparar-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8087700027610497363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8087700027610497363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-estranho-olhar-para-tras-e-deparar-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S3C6tSbC-KI/AAAAAAAAASk/BlR6eLbOIVQ/s72-c/girl,underwater-0429bf27729c2791511e4951bc1d854b_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4217829909263397414</id><published>2010-02-05T13:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:27:41.995Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2wp1Uxga1I/AAAAAAAAASc/hyzmCjnZuvs/s1600-h/3982588315_4676c5e209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2wp1Uxga1I/AAAAAAAAASc/hyzmCjnZuvs/s320/3982588315_4676c5e209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434764846415506258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto a minha vida como se fosse um livro, em que abro e encerro capítulos,que me levam a "viver" mais que uma vida. Em cada um desses capítulos guardo as melhores e as piores recordações,mas é também neles que posso encontrar quem ficou esquecido no tempo,não porque eu quisesse,mas porque assim o quiseram. À medida que folheio cada folha, deparou-me com presenças e ausências(sendo estas as maiores) de "significados" que já me foram muito, e que agora parece que adormeceram no tempo, à espera de um dia acordarem desse sono mais que profundo, como se tudo continuasse igual,como se eu tivesse que viver ao sabor dessa inconstância,e nesse estranho modo de sentir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vivo assim, mais que uma vida, em que nasço e renasço,em que vivo e revivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-4217829909263397414?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4217829909263397414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/sinto-minha-vida-como-se-fosse-um-livro.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4217829909263397414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4217829909263397414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/sinto-minha-vida-como-se-fosse-um-livro.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2wp1Uxga1I/AAAAAAAAASc/hyzmCjnZuvs/s72-c/3982588315_4676c5e209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-971697223680732091</id><published>2010-02-04T02:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:08:16.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2o5wp1To2I/AAAAAAAAASU/xgTENd8pWHA/s1600-h/3575945431_c5b858042a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2o5wp1To2I/AAAAAAAAASU/xgTENd8pWHA/s320/3575945431_c5b858042a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434219408401867618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era tão bom acordar e deixar o "sonho" lá bem longe...no "mundo encantado"! Era tão bom não o trazer para a realidade...para a minha realidade, em que teima em estar presente, mesmo que essa presença seja ausente, bem invisivel aos olhos. Preciso continuar a caminhar longe desse"sonho" que um dia quis tanto traze-lo para a  realidade,agora já não é mais assim...eu mudei...eu precisei mudar! Cada dia é uma nova "conquista"(com muitos disabores),em que aos poucos e poucos vou-me "libertanto" seja inconsciente, ou até mesmo conscientemente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-971697223680732091?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/971697223680732091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/era-tao-bom-acordar-e-deixar-o-sonho-la.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/971697223680732091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/971697223680732091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/era-tao-bom-acordar-e-deixar-o-sonho-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2o5wp1To2I/AAAAAAAAASU/xgTENd8pWHA/s72-c/3575945431_c5b858042a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4114590333673517046</id><published>2010-02-02T02:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:51:53.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2eScHLMiZI/AAAAAAAAASM/v-V9wxYdAO4/s1600-h/broken,heart,heartache,love,plaster,teddy,bear-fa1b2f10fd92f3faad93c005c748776e_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2eScHLMiZI/AAAAAAAAASM/v-V9wxYdAO4/s320/broken,heart,heartache,love,plaster,teddy,bear-fa1b2f10fd92f3faad93c005c748776e_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433472487105792402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E mais uma vez andei de volta de conversas que provocam aquele "sabor" agridoce, pintadas com aquela lágrima nostalgica que recorda cada momentinho daquela dolorosa,mas a mais linda história que o destino escreveu,no livro da minha vida. Por muitas mais voltas que eu dê,por muitos mais labirintos que eu envereda, não consigo fugir nunca a uma pequena lembrança(tua) durante o dia!A tua presença ficou tatuada não apenas no tempo e no espaço,pois tatuas-te também o intimo do meu ser,a minha Alma, lugar nunca antes alcançado, que só Tu encontras-te o caminho para lá chegar.Caminho esse"construido" por ti,que nunca mais será "alcançado"por ninguém, com a certeza que só Tu,e apenas Tu sabe como lá chegar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4114590333673517046?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4114590333673517046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-mais-uma-vez-andei-de-volta-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4114590333673517046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4114590333673517046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-mais-uma-vez-andei-de-volta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2eScHLMiZI/AAAAAAAAASM/v-V9wxYdAO4/s72-c/broken,heart,heartache,love,plaster,teddy,bear-fa1b2f10fd92f3faad93c005c748776e_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8950378158169193073</id><published>2010-01-31T17:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:51:09.201Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2XDBgKNaeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P7JV_gARPas/s1600-h/3493051690_7d8ceabc0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2XDBgKNaeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P7JV_gARPas/s320/3493051690_7d8ceabc0c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432962956072413666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os dias surgem normalmente, ou simplesmente eu é que habituei-me à dor, ou aprendi a conviver com ela. Por momentos, horas, minutos,ou até mesmo segundos esqueço tudo,tudo o que magoou(e continua a magoar) o meu Ser, e volto a ser quem eu era,mesmo que seja por escassos instantes. A verdade é que tenho feito de tudo para esquecer(-te),ou simplesmente não (te) recordar. Talvez esta "ferida" nunca cicatrize,talvez esta dor nunca desapareça,talvez  fique apenas &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;adormecida no tempo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8950378158169193073?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8950378158169193073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/os-dias-surgem-normalmente-ou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8950378158169193073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8950378158169193073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/os-dias-surgem-normalmente-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2XDBgKNaeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P7JV_gARPas/s72-c/3493051690_7d8ceabc0c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4073444090109068857</id><published>2010-01-29T18:16:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:16:43.917Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2NiZybWS2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/fo5OuLHdS24/s1600-h/female,light,mood-433b64abb008a1214215f66d4410caf6_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2NiZybWS2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/fo5OuLHdS24/s320/female,light,mood-433b64abb008a1214215f66d4410caf6_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432293770711681890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ontem foi concerteza  um dos piores dias!Pois tive que sair e "encarar o mundo"como se tudo estivesse igual,como se tudo estivesse bem(decerto o mundo estava,mas eu é que não)! Os primeiros passos foram dados com aquele sorriso forçado,tentando esconder aquela lagrima que teimava em cair. Não tinha força para caminhar,os passos foram dados a medo,como se "me deixa-se ir...",mas em cada uma destas"fraquezas" a minha "estrelinha" estava lá como sempre está!Ela ampara-me em todas as "quedas",e eleva-me em todos os sucessos,diria com toda a certeza que é a minha alma gêmea na Amizade. Mas também o dia de ontem fui supreendida com  alguém que respira o "aroma" do Douro. Foi uma "presença" magica coberta de nostalgia,como se esse alguém tivesse "advinhado" que eu não estava bem, que precisava de si, mais do que nunca! Pouco a pouco esse alguém foi-me "arrancando" aqueles sorrisos,aquelas gargalhadas unicas em significado. Apesar de toda a distância que nos separa, a Amizade e a cumplicidade,continuam lá presentes.            No recanto desta,e dessa cidade, lá no norte guardamos memórias,segredos unicos, que os levo comigo,que "pintam"a história da minha vida. Foi um dia de grandes emoções, foi o recordar de coisas passadas,mas bem presentes,e o sentir a " ferida" cada vez mais aberta, mas sabendo que não estou sozinha,mais uma vez,tenho algo essencial e indispensável,a minha alma gêmea na Amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Também hoje a alguns quilómetros de distância, a Amizade fez-se soar, fez-se sentir.   Só assim, a Amizade é sentida no verdadeiro sentido da palavra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4073444090109068857?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4073444090109068857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/ontem-foi-concerteza-foi-um-dos-piores.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4073444090109068857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4073444090109068857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/ontem-foi-concerteza-foi-um-dos-piores.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2NiZybWS2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/fo5OuLHdS24/s72-c/female,light,mood-433b64abb008a1214215f66d4410caf6_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8747582138584014836</id><published>2010-01-28T00:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:40:23.975Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2Dlx3qt5sI/AAAAAAAAARc/w8QzJzlOebI/s1600-h/4304243011_f73a5c55e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2Dlx3qt5sI/AAAAAAAAARc/w8QzJzlOebI/s320/4304243011_f73a5c55e0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431593795528287938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje mais do que nunca sinto o meu "mundo" a cair aos pedaços... Vejo tudo a desmoronar à minha volta, e eu, sem poder evitar. Não encontro uma luz que me tire desta escuridão(que talvez eu própria criei, não sei ao certo!), sinto-me perdida,incapaz de encontrar o caminho que me leve até onde eu era, quem eu era! Sinto saudades de mim... Sinto saudades da "parte" que já não me pertence, a "parte" que alguém ficou, e nem se dignou a devolver, simplesmente deixou ficar esquecida no tempo. Mas eu não sou assim, não consigo deixar as coisas esquecidas, não consigo deixar que o tempo "absorva" tudo o que foi vivido, tudo o que foi sentido, sobretudo tudo o que ainda sinto, e que vive dentro de mim. Sei que todo este sentimento me consome dia após dia, mas também sei que só este sentimento me dá aquela nostalgia, que mais nenhum outro me o deu. Se eu pudesse juro que arrancava este sentimento do peito,mas não consigo,já tentei mil e uma formas de o fazer,talvez porque não tenho o mesmo "poder" que tu tives-te de apagar algo tao"precioso"para ti na epoca! Tudo o que mais quero é seguir em frente, deixar tudo para trás, deixar-te para trás, e apagar cada memoria tua, cada lembrança,cada recordação,mas sobretudo ESQUECER cada jura de amor feita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8747582138584014836?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8747582138584014836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-mais-do-que-nunca-sinto-o-meu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8747582138584014836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8747582138584014836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-mais-do-que-nunca-sinto-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S2Dlx3qt5sI/AAAAAAAAARc/w8QzJzlOebI/s72-c/4304243011_f73a5c55e0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-7716585193581185017</id><published>2010-01-27T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:00:00.711Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1yIkiUDKiI/AAAAAAAAARE/RkjIlbGRzgY/s1600-h/air,child,cute,kid,summer,easy-942a1004f88d0700ae1a0343e569543e_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1yIkiUDKiI/AAAAAAAAARE/RkjIlbGRzgY/s320/air,child,cute,kid,summer,easy-942a1004f88d0700ae1a0343e569543e_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430365411969542690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Há momentos que nos ficam para sempre, que guardamos em segredo e no silêncio, para nada nem ninguém lhes possam tocar. São só nossos. A sua importância é incomensurável e por isso pertencem a outra dimensão. A dimensão rara e perfeita que se sente em certas músicas ou em tardes de Verão, em que nós somos mesmo nós e, apesar disso, conseguimos estar em paz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-7716585193581185017?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/7716585193581185017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/ha-momentos-que-nos-ficam-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7716585193581185017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/7716585193581185017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/ha-momentos-que-nos-ficam-para-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1yIkiUDKiI/AAAAAAAAARE/RkjIlbGRzgY/s72-c/air,child,cute,kid,summer,easy-942a1004f88d0700ae1a0343e569543e_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-3514504309531110263</id><published>2010-01-26T00:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:00:02.469Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1yEiwlPMBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TBuQpgjSKPo/s1600-h/girl,sunset,water,childhood,silhouette,sunlight-971923ddf261e66daa10e8c889b703f3_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1yEiwlPMBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TBuQpgjSKPo/s320/girl,sunset,water,childhood,silhouette,sunlight-971923ddf261e66daa10e8c889b703f3_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430360983393480722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam saudades&lt;br /&gt;Só as lembranças que doem&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazem sorrir &lt;br /&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;br /&gt;da história da gente&lt;br /&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;br /&gt;lembramos ouvir &lt;br /&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;br /&gt;à saudade que trago&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que tive&lt;br /&gt;e acabei por perder  &lt;br /&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;br /&gt;e a vida da gente(...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-3514504309531110263?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/3514504309531110263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-coisas-vulgares-que-ha-na-vida-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3514504309531110263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3514504309531110263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-coisas-vulgares-que-ha-na-vida-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1yEiwlPMBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TBuQpgjSKPo/s72-c/girl,sunset,water,childhood,silhouette,sunlight-971923ddf261e66daa10e8c889b703f3_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-6428437036830748406</id><published>2010-01-25T00:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:00:00.492Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1xI2cAbbJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zZ1hqFxp2QQ/s1600-h/3723714381_3d1087fbcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1xI2cAbbJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zZ1hqFxp2QQ/s320/3723714381_3d1087fbcd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430295350770101394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida passa sempre&lt;br /&gt;tão apressada&lt;br /&gt;que pouco podes conter&lt;br /&gt;os dias são ausentes&lt;br /&gt;sabem a nada&lt;br /&gt;se te esqueceres de viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;acende os lugares&lt;br /&gt;onde se escondem os teus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;e não tenhas medo&lt;br /&gt;se às vezes falhares,&lt;br /&gt;o que importa é o caminho que fica&lt;br /&gt;entre achados e perdidos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-6428437036830748406?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/6428437036830748406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida-passa-sempre-tao-apressada-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6428437036830748406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/6428437036830748406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida-passa-sempre-tao-apressada-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1xI2cAbbJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zZ1hqFxp2QQ/s72-c/3723714381_3d1087fbcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4471695638148289574</id><published>2010-01-24T00:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:01:51.075Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1pSuQURtfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zW5m8QRyn3A/s1600-h/4167901354_cb89365bd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1pSuQURtfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zW5m8QRyn3A/s320/4167901354_cb89365bd9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429743255356028402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"(...)I'm leaving you behind with the past and No I won't look back..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Musica:Running Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Midnight Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-4471695638148289574?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4471695638148289574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4471695638148289574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4471695638148289574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1pSuQURtfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zW5m8QRyn3A/s72-c/4167901354_cb89365bd9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-300170154876194006</id><published>2010-01-23T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:00:01.337Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1h0_M88kjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pWrPxFmxTSc/s1600-h/girl,music,back,black,and,white,bw,neck-6b11d020895216c56e7f88168b5a94e7_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1h0_M88kjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pWrPxFmxTSc/s320/girl,music,back,black,and,white,bw,neck-6b11d020895216c56e7f88168b5a94e7_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429217979952566834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A minha mente está retalhada de lembranças, mais não faço do que alimentar analepses consecutivas que me carregam nos braços do tempo , e hoje , hoje surgiu-me uma das musicas, que encaixava de forma perfeita na banda sonora da minha vida.Sem memórias , sem rastos , sem a possibilidade de rebobinar a fita e reviver tudo,era assim que devia ser!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-300170154876194006?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/300170154876194006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-mente-esta-retalhada-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/300170154876194006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/300170154876194006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-mente-esta-retalhada-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1h0_M88kjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pWrPxFmxTSc/s72-c/girl,music,back,black,and,white,bw,neck-6b11d020895216c56e7f88168b5a94e7_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-2401822311097509332</id><published>2010-01-22T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:00:02.869Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1R632MD_FI/AAAAAAAAAQM/A53eVLPFrYc/s1600-h/girl,photography-32e9f2822cde7d5af1d2f3040ba39379_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1R632MD_FI/AAAAAAAAAQM/A53eVLPFrYc/s320/girl,photography-32e9f2822cde7d5af1d2f3040ba39379_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428098550745791570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida são as quatro estações..."É Verão quente como coração que quer dar amor...Outono sereno de equilibrio com ventos de calmaria...É Inverno gelado como as decepções... Primavera florida, colheita de alegria..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-2401822311097509332?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/2401822311097509332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida-sao-as-quatro-estacoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2401822311097509332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2401822311097509332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida-sao-as-quatro-estacoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1R632MD_FI/AAAAAAAAAQM/A53eVLPFrYc/s72-c/girl,photography-32e9f2822cde7d5af1d2f3040ba39379_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-4113353436099547250</id><published>2010-01-21T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:00:00.213Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1IYRu824MI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wItGzyaTeRk/s1600-h/cute,freedom,peace,girl,xoxox,cute,and,fun-fdec5834516d94399d97329a946fe24f_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1IYRu824MI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wItGzyaTeRk/s320/cute,freedom,peace,girl,xoxox,cute,and,fun-fdec5834516d94399d97329a946fe24f_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427427193874997442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que digo não abrange tudo o que sinto, o que sinto não se ajusta ao que digo e o que digo parece sem sentido para os que não sentem o mesmo que eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-4113353436099547250?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/4113353436099547250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-que-digo-nao-abrange-tudo-o-que-sinto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4113353436099547250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/4113353436099547250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-que-digo-nao-abrange-tudo-o-que-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1IYRu824MI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wItGzyaTeRk/s72-c/cute,freedom,peace,girl,xoxox,cute,and,fun-fdec5834516d94399d97329a946fe24f_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-1420235825710121564</id><published>2010-01-20T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:00:02.771Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1XskCfNOwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/M-g9bZCpMpc/s1600-h/girl,photography-c111848293a423482b3eb64f010dc99b_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1XskCfNOwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/M-g9bZCpMpc/s320/girl,photography-c111848293a423482b3eb64f010dc99b_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428505029752208130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada, repito, nada nem ninguém mudará tudo aquilo que me vai na alma e no coração. Por tudo o que fui. Por tudo o  que ainda não vivi. Por toda a saudade que ficou. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"É sempre o mesmo fio que me prende a este lugar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-1420235825710121564?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/1420235825710121564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/nada-repito-nada-nem-ninguem-mudara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1420235825710121564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1420235825710121564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/nada-repito-nada-nem-ninguem-mudara.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1XskCfNOwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/M-g9bZCpMpc/s72-c/girl,photography-c111848293a423482b3eb64f010dc99b_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8363572765196430010</id><published>2010-01-19T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:00:02.332Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1HJIBEh7DI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SAuyjRH1rks/s1600-h/cute,pretty,tumblr,decoration,girl-f2c9caa3b557335deec806387e7bac3a_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1HJIBEh7DI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SAuyjRH1rks/s320/cute,pretty,tumblr,decoration,girl-f2c9caa3b557335deec806387e7bac3a_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427340165521730610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“O sonho é ver as formas invisíveis&lt;br /&gt;Da distância imprecisa, e, com sensíveis&lt;br /&gt;Movimentos da esperança e da vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Buscar na linha fria do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;A árvore, a praia, a flor, a ave, a fonte -&lt;br /&gt;Os beijos merecidos da Verdade.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/8648126881887966328-8363572765196430010?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8363572765196430010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-sonho-e-ver-as-formas-invisiveis-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8363572765196430010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8363572765196430010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-sonho-e-ver-as-formas-invisiveis-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1HJIBEh7DI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SAuyjRH1rks/s72-c/cute,pretty,tumblr,decoration,girl-f2c9caa3b557335deec806387e7bac3a_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-1709283615825762088</id><published>2010-01-18T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:00:00.419Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1HGdRvz_qI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0jcjdTeRlvU/s1600-h/tumblr_kw0gyuTsnL1qa4xrfo1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1HGdRvz_qI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0jcjdTeRlvU/s320/tumblr_kw0gyuTsnL1qa4xrfo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427337232240606882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por vezes na vida temos que tomar pequenas decisões... aquelas atitudes que pouco ou nada mudam, aqueles detalhes que achamos não fazerem diferença... Pequenas decisões são as mais importantes pois quando as conseguimos ver, sentir ... as maiores já foram tomadas e estas são aquelas que faltavam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-1709283615825762088?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/1709283615825762088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/por-vezes-na-vida-temos-que-tomar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1709283615825762088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1709283615825762088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/por-vezes-na-vida-temos-que-tomar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1HGdRvz_qI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0jcjdTeRlvU/s72-c/tumblr_kw0gyuTsnL1qa4xrfo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-5818617752761410335</id><published>2010-01-17T00:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:00:00.141Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1I46PNkhKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/owXJPkEU7m4/s1600-h/3569496706_d672b56f6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1I46PNkhKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/owXJPkEU7m4/s320/3569496706_d672b56f6a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427463074101888162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a vida voasse &lt;br /&gt;Para além do destino &lt;br /&gt;Como a cabeça nos voa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8648126881887966328-5818617752761410335?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/5818617752761410335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-vida-voasse-para-alem-do-destino.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5818617752761410335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/5818617752761410335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-vida-voasse-para-alem-do-destino.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1I46PNkhKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/owXJPkEU7m4/s72-c/3569496706_d672b56f6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-1782574543383278905</id><published>2010-01-16T00:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:05:21.490Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1DVIyRQpmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UjfJ3KsS-0A/s1600-h/0011%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1DVIyRQpmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UjfJ3KsS-0A/s320/0011%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427071897891284578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há pessoas que põem palavras nos nossos sentimentos. Parecem-se com os poetas. Mas depois, de surpresa, abandonam os nossos sonhos pé ante pé ou de «pantufas». Não sei... Na verdade, decepcionam-nos (devagarinho) e, quando damos por isso, apagam-se dentro de nós. Deixam de ser preciosas e, por tudo o que valeram, não podem voltar a ser. Partem, portanto, para uma «terra de ninguém», muito distante do sítio onde vivem os génios da lâmpada, o Pai Natal, as fadas e os duendes. E por lá ficam. Mais ou menos errantes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagino esse lugar, onde se acotovelam tantas pessoas que nos disseram tanto, como um Purgatório, com a particularidade de lá não se ser promovido, com facilidade, até ao Céu. É verdade que essas pessoas não se transformam num inferno dentro de nós, embora, por vezes, surjam, ora como um vulto ora como uma silhueta ou, até mesmo, como uma estrela cadente que, atravessando o nosso coração, já não provoca um arrepio (muito menos, um calafrio, que são aqueles sentimentos impetuosos que nos desabotoam a cabeça e nos deixam a arder de paixão e a tremer de medo, ao mesmo tempo).&lt;br /&gt;(...)Às vezes, nem nisso. Infelizmente. Se fosse assim, estáticas ou em pequenos pedaços de histórias, empoeirados, seguravam-se no nosso coração. O que não acontece às pessoas que foram perdendo a magia...&lt;br /&gt;Este «não sei para onde» (eu sei que, dito assim, custa só de pensar) é uma espécie de cemitério de poetas dentro de nós. Um lugar de silêncio que convida a espreitar para o que sentimos. Com surpresa e com dor, ao descobrirmos que, ao contrário do que sempre desejámos, há relações — luminosas — que foram morrendo para nós. Às vezes, assusta. Afinal, não é simpático descobrirmos que mora em nós alguém que, não sendo o Capitão Gancho, tenha ajudado a morrer (de inanição, por exemplo) quem trouxe poesia, ou luz, ou um insustentável rebuliço ao que sentimos... Às vezes, atormenta. Porque magoa descobrirmos que — mesmo quando nos imaginamos a dar a sala mais espaçosa do nosso coração — também nós, dentro de algumas, vivemos sem viver, errantes, nesse «não sei onde»(...)Às vezes ainda, somos tocados pêlos galanteios da vida e, levados pelo entusiasmo, imaginamos que, se desejarmos com muita força, algumas das pessoas que guardamos no nosso cemitério de poetas ressuscitam e regressam, cheias de luz, para surpresa do Pai Natal ou das fadas (que, sendo mágicos, parecem viver num mundo de bolas coloridas de sabão). Eu sei que também entre as pessoas há quem pareça mágico mas intocável. Como eles. Mas não se esqueça: esse é o cais de embarque que, de surpresa, nos pode levar (sem volta) para o cemitério dos poetas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-1782574543383278905?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/1782574543383278905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/ha-pessoas-que-poem-palavras-nos-nossos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1782574543383278905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/1782574543383278905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/ha-pessoas-que-poem-palavras-nos-nossos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S1DVIyRQpmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UjfJ3KsS-0A/s72-c/0011%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-2602218976762678580</id><published>2010-01-15T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:00:04.312Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S08Nes4wjBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/W0CHS2gtV_I/s1600-h/2690622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S08Nes4wjBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/W0CHS2gtV_I/s320/2690622.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426570897101196306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;« Vou dançar até os meus sapatos pedirem para parar, aí eu paro, tiro os sapatos, e danço até a vida acabar ...»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo desmedido pelo sabor da vida*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8648126881887966328-2602218976762678580?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/2602218976762678580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/vou-dancar-ate-os-meus-sapatos-pedirem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2602218976762678580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/2602218976762678580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/vou-dancar-ate-os-meus-sapatos-pedirem.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S08Nes4wjBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/W0CHS2gtV_I/s72-c/2690622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-8444377535052327548</id><published>2010-01-14T00:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:18:00.038Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S0jKhV6PPXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d8qGqB8Ufls/s1600-h/the_end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S0jKhV6PPXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d8qGqB8Ufls/s320/the_end.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424808425333669234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida é mais do que aquilo que vemos.&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que toda a história tem duas partes!&lt;br /&gt;THE End... para renascer ou não mais existir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-8444377535052327548?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/8444377535052327548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida-e-mais-do-que-aquilo-que-vemos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8444377535052327548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/8444377535052327548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida-e-mais-do-que-aquilo-que-vemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S0jKhV6PPXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d8qGqB8Ufls/s72-c/the_end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648126881887966328.post-3276866107492670513</id><published>2010-01-13T00:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:24:27.561Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S0yZVLd6WOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ee6slgQ6h9Q/s1600-h/selinho_tiajukinha_de_Alejandra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S0yZVLd6WOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ee6slgQ6h9Q/s320/selinho_tiajukinha_de_Alejandra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425880240209156322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A queridinha da Shell ofereceu-me este miminho eheh :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As regras "impostas" são escrever dez coisas que não me saem da cabeça, por isso aqui vai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* A epoca de exames nunca mais chega ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Porque é que temos que estudar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Estou cheia de sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* A minha familia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Quero férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Neste momento queria estar numa praia paradisiaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Porque é que não sou eternamente criança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Nunca mais chega a Queima (lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Queria estar no vale dos lençois a ver series e a comer chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Sinto que sou o próximo doente mental do Sobral Cid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648126881887966328-3276866107492670513?l=mardesaudade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/3276866107492670513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/queridinha-da-shell-ofereceu-me-este.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3276866107492670513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648126881887966328/posts/default/3276866107492670513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/queridinha-da-shell-ofereceu-me-este.html' title=''/><author><name>Bina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14404226228872840024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/TPv9c530_lI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T1CQm0XPPEw/S220/DSC01289.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9bx95MJN5k/S0yZVLd6WOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ee6slgQ6h9Q/s72-c/selinho_tiajukinha_de_Alejandra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
