<?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-37203628</id><updated>2011-06-06T09:02:37.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não pode estar sempre a chover</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/F5FnuEF6XcE" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/F5FnuEF6XcE" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have both been here before&lt;br /&gt;Knockin upon loves door&lt;br /&gt;Begging for someone to let us in&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this we can agree to keep each other company&lt;br /&gt;Never to go down that road again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved one, my beloved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes shine through me&lt;br /&gt;You are so divine to me&lt;br /&gt;Your heart has a home in mine&lt;br /&gt;We wont have to say a word&lt;br /&gt;With a touch all shall be heard&lt;br /&gt;When I search my heart its you I find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved one, my beloved one, my beloved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me, I believe you were sent to me from a dream straight into&lt;br /&gt;To my *arms*&lt;br /&gt;Hold your body* *close to me&lt;br /&gt;You mean the most to me&lt;br /&gt;We will keep each other safe from harm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-409156442120048468?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/409156442120048468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=409156442120048468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/409156442120048468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/409156442120048468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2008/06/ben-harper-beloved-one.html' title='Ben Harper-Beloved One FELIZ DIA DA CRIANÇA! :)'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-45472532771248028</id><published>2008-03-02T19:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:44.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns João!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/R8r1Uf-q3jI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ifUxx5RAnS4/s1600-h/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" 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nos soalho da nossa da casa nós sorrimos e dançamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;E quase em silêncio revelamos a cumplicidade nos une...dancemos sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-3977694885538158948?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/3977694885538158948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=3977694885538158948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3977694885538158948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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contigo&lt;br /&gt;e apenas obedeço&lt;br /&gt;com as artes que conheço&lt;br /&gt;ao princípio activo&lt;br /&gt;que rege desde o começo&lt;br /&gt;e mantém o mundo vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguma vez me vires fazer&lt;br /&gt;figuras teatrais&lt;br /&gt;dignas dum palhaço pobre&lt;br /&gt;sou eu a dançar a mais nobre&lt;br /&gt;das danças nupciais&lt;br /&gt;vê minhas plumas cardeais&lt;br /&gt;em todo o seu esplendor&lt;br /&gt;sou eu, sou eu, nem mais&lt;br /&gt;a suplicar o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a dança mais pungente&lt;br /&gt;mão atrás e outra à frente&lt;br /&gt;valsa de um homem carente&lt;br /&gt;mão atrás e outra à frente&lt;br /&gt;valsa de um homem carente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jorge Palma.&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/37203628-2677605444527266679?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/2677605444527266679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=2677605444527266679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/2677605444527266679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/2677605444527266679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/11/valsa-dum-homem-carente-ti-vs.html' title='Valsa dum homem carente ( A ti, a vós!)'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-7818853869415594863</id><published>2007-11-16T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:06:18.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Danni Carlos - Coisas Que Eu Sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xJ1mdBmWG7o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xJ1mdBmWG7o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ficar perto de tudo que acho certo&lt;br /&gt;Até o dia em que eu mudar de opinião&lt;br /&gt;A minha experiência, meu pacto com a ciência&lt;br /&gt;O meu conhecimento é minha distracção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu adivinho sem ninguém ter me contado&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;O meu rádio relógio mostra o tempo errado&lt;br /&gt;Aperte o 'Play'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto do meu quarto, do meu desarrumado&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe mexer na minha confusão&lt;br /&gt;É o meu ponto de vista, não aceito turistas&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo 'tá fechado pra visitação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;O medo mora perto das ideias loucas&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Se eu for eu vou assim não vou trocar de roupa&lt;br /&gt;É minha lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu corto os meus dobrados&lt;br /&gt;Acerto os meus pecados&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pergunta mais, depois que eu já paguei&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo o filme em pausas&lt;br /&gt;Eu imagino casas&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu já nem lembro do que eu desenhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Não guardo mais agendas no meu celular&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu compro aparelhos que eu não sei usar&lt;br /&gt;Eu já comprei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes dá preguiça&lt;br /&gt;Na areia movediça&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais eu mexo mais afundo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu moro num cenário&lt;br /&gt;Do lado imaginário&lt;br /&gt;Eu entro e saio sempre quando 'tô a fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;As noites ficam claras no raiar do dia&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que antes eu somente não sabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;As noites ficam claras no raiar do dia&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que antes eu somente não sabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-7818853869415594863?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Olha que coisa mais linda mais cheia de graça!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-3499464678948902099</id><published>2007-09-25T20:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:12:44.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A vocês...o meu obrigada por terem feita desta viagem aquela que nunca será esquecida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-83.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782125513859&amp;amp;site=widget-83.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782125513859&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-83.slide.com/p1/216172782125513859/bb_t047_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782125484633&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p2/216172782125484633/bb_t041_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-3985444469770761604?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/3985444469770761604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=3985444469770761604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3985444469770761604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3985444469770761604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/09/barcelona-city.html' title='Barcelona city!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-6519517397618954699</id><published>2007-09-01T02:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:48.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona aqui vamos nós!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rti32K5GS_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/SwQNh5Ioq8A/s1600-h/Sagrada_Familia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rti32K5GS_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/SwQNh5Ioq8A/s400/Sagrada_Familia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105032318889118706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daqui a uma semana notícias fresquinhas daquela que será a viagem mais sonhada! Os ingredientes estão cá todos, boa companhia, espírito de aventura, vontade! :) Até lá!&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/37203628-6519517397618954699?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/6519517397618954699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=6519517397618954699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/6519517397618954699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/6519517397618954699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/09/barcelona-aqui-vamos-ns.html' title='Barcelona aqui vamos nós!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rti32K5GS_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/SwQNh5Ioq8A/s72-c/Sagrada_Familia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-6207111319995945050</id><published>2007-08-19T20:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:47:17.627+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa da Mata Boa Sorte/ Good Luck - Clipe Original</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E então?! Surge esta música!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É só isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, boa sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;São só palavras&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Não mudará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;br /&gt;É demais&lt;br /&gt;É pesado&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;Irreais&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it&lt;br /&gt;There is no way&lt;br /&gt;It over, Good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It’s only words&lt;br /&gt;And what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Won’t change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me&lt;br /&gt;É demais / It´s too much&lt;br /&gt;É pesado/ It’s heavy&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz / There is no peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Irreais / Isn´t real&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas / Expectations&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo, se segure&lt;br /&gt;Quero que se cure&lt;br /&gt;Dessa pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que o aconselha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um desencontro&lt;br /&gt;Veja por esse ponto&lt;br /&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;br /&gt;From this person&lt;br /&gt;Who poisoned you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;br /&gt;See through this point of view&lt;br /&gt;There are so many special people in the world&lt;br /&gt;So many special people in the world&lt;br /&gt;In the world&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me&lt;br /&gt;É demais / It´s too much&lt;br /&gt;É pesado / It's heavy&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz / There is no peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Irreais/ Isn't real&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas / Expectations&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now were Falling into the night&lt;br /&gt;Um bom encontro é de dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-6207111319995945050?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/6207111319995945050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=6207111319995945050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/6207111319995945050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/6207111319995945050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/08/vanessa-da-mata-boa-sorte-good-luck.html' title='Vanessa da Mata Boa Sorte/ Good Luck - Clipe Original'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-1086968683204935426</id><published>2007-07-25T02:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:47:13.845+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Diogo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A MORTE NÃO EXISTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por John McCreery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Não existe a morte. Os astros se vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Para surgirem em outras terras e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sempre brilhando no diadema celeste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Espalham seu fulgor incessantemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não existe a morte. O chão que pisamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Converter-se-á pelas chuvas estivais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em grãos dourados; em doces frutos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em flores que luzem suas policromias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Não existe a morte. Embora lamentemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Quando o corpo denso de seres queridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Que aprendemos a amar, sejam levados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;De nossos amorosos braços, agora vazios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eles não morreram. Apenas partiram,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompendo a névoa que nos cega aqui;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nova vida, mais ampla, mais livre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De esferas serenas, de brilhante Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora invisíveis aos nossos olhos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Continuam nos amando. Estão connosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nunca esquecem os seres queridos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Que pelo mundo, atrás deixaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não existe a morte. As folhas do bosque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convertem em vida o ar invisível;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As rochas se desintegram para alimentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O faminto musgo que nelas se agarrou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe a morte. As folhas caem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;As flores murcham e desaparecem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Esperam apenas durante as horas hibernais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;O retorno do suave alento da Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Embora com o coração despedaçado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coberto com as negras vestes de luto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levemos seus restos à obscura morada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E digamos que eles morreram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Apenas despiram suas vestes de barro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Para revestirem com trajes cintilantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Não foram para longe, não nos deixaram;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Não se perderam; nem mesmo partiram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por vezes sentimos na fronte febril,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suave carícia ou balsâmico alento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É que nosso espírito ainda os vê,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E nosso coração se conforta e tranquiliza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sempre juntos a nós, embora invisíveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Continuam esses queridos espíritos imortais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pois, em todo o infinito Universo de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Só existe Vida - NÃO EXISTE MORTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-1086968683204935426?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/1086968683204935426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Já falta pouco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RqN_qBbEoeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NjkZSQh0u-I/s1600-h/Penedo+do+Guincho_Sta+Cruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RqN_qBbEoeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NjkZSQh0u-I/s400/Penedo+do+Guincho_Sta+Cruz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090052363772010978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RqN_WRbEodI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ol9W3i_cWxU/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RqN_WRbEodI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ol9W3i_cWxU/s400/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090052024469594578" 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-4392398034135510391</id><published>2007-07-18T17:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:40:19.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Harper - There will be a light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DRGxOyTU0pQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DRGxOyTU0pQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I wish we could live forever&lt;br /&gt;Then melt into the sun&lt;br /&gt;Melt into the sun&lt;br /&gt;Time is gonna change you&lt;br /&gt;Once it gets you on the run&lt;br /&gt;Gets you on the run"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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light'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-7061616554125634818</id><published>2007-07-14T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:24:49.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a LOVE(ly) story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;e o que nos ficou não chega&lt;br /&gt;para afastar o frio de quatro paredes.&lt;br /&gt;Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,&lt;br /&gt;gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinas&lt;br /&gt;em esperas inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada.&lt;br /&gt;Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;&lt;br /&gt;era como se todas as coisas fossem minhas:&lt;br /&gt;quanto mais te dava mais tinha para te dar.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes.&lt;br /&gt;E eu acreditava.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditava,&lt;br /&gt;porque ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;todas as coisas eram possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos,&lt;br /&gt;era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário,&lt;br /&gt;era no tempo em que os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;eram realmente peixes verdes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;É pouco mas é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;uns olhos como todos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gastámos as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Quando agora digo: meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;já não se passa absolutamente nada.&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,&lt;br /&gt;tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;de que todas as coisas estremeciam&lt;br /&gt;só de murmurar o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temos já nada para dar.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;não há nada que me peça água.&lt;br /&gt;O passado é inútil como um trapo.&lt;br /&gt;E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Eugénio de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-7061616554125634818?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/7061616554125634818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=7061616554125634818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/7061616554125634818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/7061616554125634818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-off-lovely-story.html' title='The end of a LOVE(ly) story!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-8166777366367214909</id><published>2007-07-02T17:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:49.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Celebridade, quase MITO! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RokcXhKBLHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xJ3J2GdrHuE/s1600-h/vv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RokcXhKBLHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xJ3J2GdrHuE/s400/vv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082624844827274354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Parabéns a você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nesta data querida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;muitas felicidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;muitos anos de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje é dia de festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cantam as nossas almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;para a menina Cátia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uma salva de palmas.&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/37203628-8166777366367214909?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/8166777366367214909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-2651856325646801326</id><published>2007-06-28T18:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:18:11.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Timidez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta-me um pequeno gesto,&lt;br /&gt;feito de longe e de leve,&lt;br /&gt;para que venhas comigo&lt;br /&gt;e eu para sempre te leve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mas só esse eu não farei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra calda&lt;br /&gt;das montanhas dos instantes&lt;br /&gt;desmancha todos os mares&lt;br /&gt;e une as terras mais distantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- palavra que não direi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que tu me adivinhes,&lt;br /&gt;entre os ventos taciturnos,&lt;br /&gt;apago meus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;ponho vestidos nocturnos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- que amargamente inventei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, enquanto não me descobres,&lt;br /&gt;os mundos vão navegando&lt;br /&gt;nos ares certos do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;até não se sabe quando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e um dia me acabarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cecília Meireles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-2651856325646801326?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/2651856325646801326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=2651856325646801326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/2651856325646801326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Bradstreet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-8469182823969494693?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/8469182823969494693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=8469182823969494693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/8469182823969494693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/8469182823969494693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/06/lindo_25.html' title='Lindo...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-6265284656587873932</id><published>2007-06-25T16:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:49.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que parte do bolo comes tu primeiro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rn_WbyjvIyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nG1IATNl1zA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rn_WbyjvIyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nG1IATNl1zA/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080014677613683490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott Peck, psiquiatra,  há não muito tempo teve uma paciente que se queixava, durante meses, da sua tendência para procrastinar  na sua função. Foram analisados os seus sentimentos em relação aos padrões e como se relacionavam com os sentimentos sobre a autoridade em geral  e especificamente com os pais. Examinaram as suas atitudes face ao trabalho, e ao sucesso e como se relacionavam, com o seu casamento, a sua identidade sexual, o seu desejo de competir e os receios da competição. No entanto, ela continuava a procrastinar da mesma forma. Finalmente, um dia, Scott Peck pergunta-lhe, "gosta de bolo"? Respondeu-lhe que sim.  " De que parte do bolo mais gosta"? continuou "da massa ou da cobertura"? "Oh da cobertura" respondeu-lhe a paciente entusiasmada.  " E como é que come uma fatia de bolo"? inquiriu o psiquiatra. " Como primeiro a cobertura, claro", respondeu ela.  Dos hábitos de comer bolo passaram para os hábitos de trabalho e, como era de esperar, descobriram que, diariamente, ela dedicava a primeira hora à parte mais gratificante do seu trabalho e as outras seis ao restante, de que não gostava. Sugeriu-lhe então que invertesse a situação, afinal, uma hora de dor seguida de seis de prazer era preferível a uma hora de prazer seguida de seis de dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"O adiamento da gratificação é um processo de programação da dor e do prazer da vida de forma a aumentar o prazer, enfrentando e vivendo primeiro a dor e acabando com ela. É a única forma decente de se viver".&lt;br /&gt;Pensem nisto...sempre que procrastinem nas vossas funções!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-6265284656587873932?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/6265284656587873932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=6265284656587873932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/6265284656587873932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/6265284656587873932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/06/que-parte-do-bolo-comes-tu.html' title='Que parte do bolo comes tu primeiro?'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rn_WbyjvIyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nG1IATNl1zA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-142151400117273817</id><published>2007-06-25T02:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T03:00:05.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para uma amiga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não consegui encontrar (as) palavras certas para te (re)confortar mas encontrei num Grande Senhor, Scoot Peck,  o que precisas de ler. Interpreta as palavras dele de uma forma positiva, só assim conseguirás perceber o que fazer. Boa sorte amiga!&lt;br /&gt;"O segundo erro mais comum sobre o amor é a ideia de que dependência é amor(...) Quando precisa de outra pessoa para a sua sobrevivência, é um parasita dessa pessoa. Não existe escolha nem liberdade na vossa relação.&lt;br /&gt;É mais uma questão de necessidade do que de amor. O amor é o exercício da escolha livre. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duas pessoas sentem amor uma pela outra apenas quando são capazes de viver uma sem a outra mas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;escolhem&lt;/span&gt; viver uma com a outra&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beijinho grande, grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/37203628-142151400117273817?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/142151400117273817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=142151400117273817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/142151400117273817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/142151400117273817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-uma-amiga.html' title='Para uma amiga!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-5950542745311013046</id><published>2007-06-19T17:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:20:09.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditam?! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Personalidade e características do signo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Organizado e metódico( quem, eu? :)), é do tipo lógico e odeia desordem. Se eles têm compromisso com alguma coisa na vida essa coisa chama-se perfeição, são obcecados por limpeza e por arrumar as coisas, passam com dedo nos móveis para verificar se há pó, são higiénicos e um pouco hipocondríacos, geralmente são pessoas incompreendidas ou incompreensíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  Não adianta dizer a um virginiano que gosta dele. Ele vai querer saber o que é capaz de fazer por ele, se for passar a noite com um é melhor que não se esqueça de fechar a pasta de dentes. Apesar desse seu lado organizado, os virginianos também têm o seu lado sentimental bem desenvolvido, gostam de se mostrar fortes por fora, armam-se em durões, mas são muito frágeis por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uma frase para esse signo: "Não tenho tudo que examino, mas examino tudo que tenho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Perfil Profissional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Em determinadas situações, Virginianos adoram trabalhar. Eles são funcionários ideais, trabalhando felizes até altas horas da noite só para se assegurarem que tudo está perfeito e em ordem. Se está à procura dum funcionário que não se importe em começar em baixo, da mais baixa posição na companhia, contrate um Virginiano. Eles não se queixarão de estar numa posição abaixo das suas capacidades. Eles contentam-se com um trabalho duro, básico e honesto. O seu contentamento, todavia, não é sempre aparente. Eles adoram reclamar e preocuparem-se, logo começam a criticar o modo como as coisas são feitas no escritório e são os primeiros a resmungar em desaprovação diante do que considerarem extravagância ou acomodação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  São francos e honestos e não medem as palavras quando acham que algo não está certo. Geralmente, eles descontrolam-se quando alguém fizer algo pela metade ou não respeitar os colegas. Você vai querer tranquiliza-los constantemente, mas isso não servirá para acalmar as suas ansiedades. Na verdade eles adoram preocupações. Dê apenas a eles um projecto orientado em detalhes e deixe-os trabalhar sozinhos nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  Você não terá de supervisionar um funcionário de Virgem. Eles verificarão todos os factos e antes de começar a agir perceberão os seus próprios erros. Para manter um funcionário de Virgem feliz, deve assegurar que o seu ambiente de trabalho está calmo e em ordem. Você deve também conceder pequenos gestos de reconhecimento. Eles não precisam de nada extravagante, apenas os faça saber que você os reconhece, de um modo que não os deixe embaraçados. Eles provavelmente apenas encolherão os ombros e dirão com um sorriso: "Também não fiz assim tanto caramba!" Mas lembre-se sempre que eles precisam desses pequenos gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;A verdade sobre o pior e o melhor dos Virgianos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1- Tudo deve se ajustar e combinar. Ninguém discrimina mais do que Virgem. Vive a arrumar. São pouco ambiciosos. Raramente ousam. Morrem de medo das coisas novas. Até no amor deixam tudo para depois. Individualistas, exigentes, selectivos, perdem assim boas oportunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2- O virginiano é honesto, sério, consciencioso, tendo dificuldades para se adaptar ao mundo exterior e integrar-se no meio. É refinado, subtil e delicado. Está sempre sujeito a inquietudes. Diante de qualquer acontecimento "desconcertante" esquiva-se para não ver a sua paz ameaçada. Tem muito medo de cometer erros, de não ter algo suficientemente estudado na sua mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3- Reflecte muito antes de falar. Prefere apoiar-se num julgamento sensato a ceder aos impulsos. No geral, leva a vida sem esperança e monótona. No amor, faz de tudo para não "perder a cabeça", e acaba por perder o amor. O seu amor é sempre racional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Compatibilidades com outros signos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Carneiro - Virgem ajuda Carneiro a dominar impulsos e ser mais organizado ; será bom se trabalharem juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Touro - boa união desde que Virgem não passe a vida a criticar Touro , aliás sem razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Gémeos - união em que a diferença faz a força ; Virgem vai sentir-se rejuvenescido com a vivacidade do parceiro .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Caranguejo - este amor evolui com o tempo e acabará por ser muito sólido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Leão - pode funcionar desde que Virgem , de quando em vez, quebre rotinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Virgem - união com grande sentido prático e equilibrada . A confiança mútua jamais será posta em causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Balança - são grandes amigos ; vão viver felizes se superarem dificuldades iniciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Escorpião - relação que se baseia na fidelidade e na paixão mas Virgem pode sentir-se inferior a escorpião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Sagitário - união de grande entendimento intelectual mas que pode funcionar mal em casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Capricórnio - ambos têm dificuldade em expressar os sentimentos mas se o conseguírem terão boas surpresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Aquário - união muito cansativa pois Virgem faz muito esforço para compreender a originalidade de aquário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Virgem / Peixes - Peixes pode trazer a Virgem a fantasia e o sonho que lhe falta enquanto Virgem pode dar corpo a esses mesmos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-5950542745311013046?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-8045808211322261384</id><published>2007-06-16T19:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:12:08.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nada é Tão Mau"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nada é pior do que não te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;e ver que outros braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;te dispensam beijos falsos, fáceis rimas de prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nada é tão mau quanto não te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;e saber que o teu riso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;é o aviso que de ti preciso para viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Não preciso de te explicar, que ideia é essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;que as palavras falam aos ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;melhor que os olhos ao coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas assim eu não te vou ter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;porque é à custa de palavras, mesmo erradas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;que aprendemos a quem queremos conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sem afirmar eu não vou crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Que face posso dar quando errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;porque ninguém ouviu o que eu não quis dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu vou ter de te falar, deixar explodir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;explicar que o que te mostro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;é tão menos do que me obrigo a cala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nuno Prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Mau&quot;'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-6836608140381802994</id><published>2007-06-11T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:25:16.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oeiras Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782123320992&amp;amp;site=widget-a0.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a 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src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-7276496208175438703</id><published>2007-06-06T19:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:49.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada Rodolfinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RmbzHijvIwI/AAAAAAAAALk/eB8D13Cpfqc/s1600-h/m1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RmbzHijvIwI/AAAAAAAAALk/eB8D13Cpfqc/s400/m1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073009341140771586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dizem que ela só é feliz ao sol! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-7276496208175438703?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/7276496208175438703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=7276496208175438703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/7276496208175438703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/7276496208175438703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/06/obrigada-rodolfinho.html' title='Obrigada 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height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vai passar...eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E eu vou cá estar...porque eu não encontro nada mais para fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-5985208878539964414?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/5985208878539964414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=5985208878539964414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/5985208878539964414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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escrito sobre o caso Maddie. Antes de mais, quero deixar aqui a minha profunda esperança, como tantas outras pessoas, no sucesso do caso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E AO 22.º DIA MADDIE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;ENTRE-OS-RIOS E A CASA PIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fernanda Câncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;jornalista    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Agora vem a mea culpa. Conhecemos o mecanismo, já vimos isto antes. No Reino Unido, o pontapé de saída foi dado no The Guardian, numa coluna em que se qualificou a cobertura mediática do "caso Maddie" como "absurdamente para lá dos limites" e "inacreditavelmente entediante e voyeurista". Em Portugal, num debate com responsáveis dos canais nacionais, Ricardo Costa, director da SIC Notícias, admitiu "algum excesso", mas justificou-se com "a grande pressão". O mesmo ou parecido havia já dito, em resposta ao Guardian, um responsável da BBC, invocando o "interesse do público", que aderiu de forma tão apaixonada que já se fala de "princess Maddie" como sucessora de Diana de Gales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quer dizer: nós fazemos, mas os outros também fazem; se nós não fizermos, haverá quem faça; e havendo quem faça, nós temos de fazer. Porque os media são um negócio. E assim, diz-se, a lógica só pode ser essa: "quanto mais audiência melhor". De tal modo que até os que supostamente não são um negócio, como os canais públicos, funcionam de acordo com a mesma regra . É, diz-se, uma questão de sobrevivência empresarial. O problema - sempre foi esse o problema - é saber como compatibilizar os imperativos que advêm da viabilidade financeira dos media com os princípios que devem reger a actividade jornalística. Ou seja, conciliar a sobrevivência da empresa com a sobrevivência do jornalismo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando Alcides Vieira, director de informação da SIC, nega qualquer exagero na cobertura dada pela estação, certificando que "o dever do jornalista às oito da noite é informar sobre o que aconteceu nesse dia, mesmo que não se passe nada", está simultaneamente a dizer uma coisa ridícula e a dar voz, com honestidade, àquilo que se passou em todos os meios durante 20 dias. Encheram-se páginas e páginas, directos e directos, com o caso Maddie, quando nada havia para dizer. Exploraram-se as "pistas" até à obscenidade , aventando teorias e expondo os "suspeitos" de forma inadmissível. Era, achava-se, o que as pessoas "queriam": cavalgar a emoção do primeiro desaparecimento de criança "vivido" à escala global. Claro que não há um único jornalista digno desse nome que não saiba que tudo isto foi profundamente errado e nada parecido com jornalismo, e nos próximos dias não haverá ninguém, jornalista ou não, digno ou não, que não se junte ao coro e não diga, como se disse das outras vezes, de Entre-os-Rios à Casa Pia, que tanta morbidez e sensacionalismo mete nojo. Mas era enquanto durou, e não agora, que está a acabar, que as manifestações de lucidez e temperança mais eram necessárias. É quando o jornalismo está a morrer que precisamos dos jornalistas. E de um público exigente - já agora.|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-3980439325728500668?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/3980439325728500668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=3980439325728500668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3980439325728500668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3980439325728500668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/05/caso-maddie.html' title='Caso Maddie'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-2893283222032290795</id><published>2007-05-28T13:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:50.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Sporting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rlq_unCOpGI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qmp9rHxjenQ/s1600-h/30723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rlq_unCOpGI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qmp9rHxjenQ/s400/30723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069575138032133218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-2893283222032290795?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/2893283222032290795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=2893283222032290795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/2893283222032290795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/2893283222032290795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/05/parabns-sporting.html' title='Parabéns Sporting!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rlq_unCOpGI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qmp9rHxjenQ/s72-c/30723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-3743217821381761611</id><published>2007-05-03T17:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:50.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passou um ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Enquanto houver amizade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RjZOi8wewUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HdcHTaeQrZ4/s1600-h/IMG_2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mas, enquanto houver amizade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;faremos as pazes de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mas,se a amizade permanecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;um do outro há de se lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mas, se formos amigos de verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RjZXzMwewVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/d8t68EeYG10/s1600-h/Marta-Lamego3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;a amizade nos reaproximará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rjn6A8wewaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UBc0MCpeIkU/s1600-h/2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pode ser que um dia não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; mais existamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mas se ainda sobrar amizade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nasceremos de novo, um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; para o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pode ser que um dia tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; acabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mas, com a amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;construiremos tudo novamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cada vez de forma diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sendo único e inesquecível cada momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;que juntos viveremos e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lembraremos para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Obrigada à minha família, aos meus amigos, à Maria João pelo carinho neste dia tão importante!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-3743217821381761611?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/3743217821381761611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=3743217821381761611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3743217821381761611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3743217821381761611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/05/passou-um-ano.html' title='Passou um ano...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-2995577219786796114</id><published>2007-05-02T16:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:47:08.185+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A má língua do concurso da SIC*</title><content type='html'>Rute Coelho **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Campeonato Nacional da Língua Portuguesa, apresentado por Bárbara Guimarães, estava cheio de calinadas, denunciadas por participantes. Exemplo: o feminino de tecelão ser tecedora. É tecelã, como confirmou a linguista Regina Rocha. E a vencedora do concurso passou à final com uma resposta errada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jurista José Pedro Borges, um dos participantes no Campeonato Nacional da Língua Portuguesa, cuja final foi transmitida no sábado [28 de Abril de 2007], pela SIC, queixou-se ao “24 Horas” do «caos completo» que foi este evento apresentado por Bárbara Guimarães. Para o concorrente, o exemplo mais incrível aconteceu «na fase de qualificação, quando a Comissão Técnico-Científica considerou que o feminino de tecelão era tecedeira e tecedora e não tecelã».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caso motivou «vários protestos enviados por “e-mail” para a Comissão Técnico-Científica do Campeonato».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A avaliar pelo parecer da linguista Regina Rocha, colaboradora do “24 Horas”, os protestos tinham razão de ser (ver a seguir, A professora é que sabe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas houve mais exemplos, muitos deles apontados por ex-participantes e espectadores atentos do concurso no blogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bárbara Guimarães fez a última pergunta a Maria José Santos, a dois minutos de esta ser proclamada «Campeã Nacional da Língua Portuguesa». «O que quer dizer a palavra inconsútil?», perguntou a apresentadora. As hipóteses eram: A. Sem costuras. B. Sem consolo. C. Sem consumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A concorrente respondeu, sem hesitar, «Sem consumo». Reclama José Pedro Borges ao “24  Horas” , indignado: «A resposta correcta era «sem costuras». E tem razão (ver a seguir, A professora é que sabe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Levam muito a peito a língua»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O director do semanário "Expresso", jornal que foi um dos organizadores do Campeonato, com o "Jornal de Letras", a SIC e a SIC Notícias) desvalorizou as críticas dos participantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«A única queixa que me chegou, devido a um suposto erro, foi quanto ao feminino de tecelão. Eu próprio perguntei à Comissão Técnico-Científica e eles responderam que tecelã não estava correcto», afirmou Henrique Monteiro. «E não estava correcto, de acordo com o Grande Dicionário de Língua Portuguesa da Porto Editora, que era, no concurso, a obra de referência para avaliar a exactidão da grafia das palavras. A outra obra de referência era a Nova Gramática do Português Contemporâneo, de Celso Cunha e Lindley Cintra».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A opinião dos especialistas da língua que faziam parte do júri não contava. «Admito que tenha havido algum erro em centenas de perguntas. Mas o que o blogue de protestos prova é que as pessoas levam muito a peito a língua portuguesa . Ao contrário da Matemática, a língua portuguesa não é uma ciência exacta», comentou Henrique Monteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professora é que sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Foram apresentadas como opções para o feminino de tecelão as seguintes palavras: tecelona, tecelã, tecedeira e tecedora. E foram consideradas correctas duas: tecedeira e tecedora. Ora, das quatro palavras em causa, só a palavra tecelã é o feminino de tecelão (feminino gramatical regular). Existe a palavra tecedeira, mas é o feminino de tecedor. Quanto à palavra tecedora,  é um feminino regular de tecedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) O concurso considerou como incorrecta a frase «Ele é distraído, se não parvo», e como correcta «Ele é distraído, senão parvo». Mas a construção correcta é «Ele é distraído, se não parvo.»  Neste caso, pretende dizer-se o seguinte: «Ele é distraído, quando não parvo» ou «Ele é distraído, se é que não é parvo».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Qual destas consoantes é sonora? F, T ou V? A resposta considerada certa, no concurso, foi  F. Mas a consoante sonora é o V (constritiva fricativa sonora). O F é uma consoante constritiva fricativa surda. O T é uma consoante oclusiva surda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Inconsútil significa «sem costura», «feito de uma só peça», «que não se pode fragmentar ou fraccionar», «sem falha», «sem fenda».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* notícia publicada no diário português “24 Horas”, de 31 de Abril de 2007 — 02/05/2007&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o Autor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** jornalista portuguesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-2995577219786796114?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ciberduvidas.sapo.pt/noticias.php' title='A má língua do concurso da SIC*'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/2995577219786796114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=2995577219786796114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/2995577219786796114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/2995577219786796114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/05/m-lngua-do-concurso-da-sic.html' title='A má língua do concurso da SIC*'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-5431218159429812650</id><published>2007-04-27T16:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:39:18.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you all right?</title><content type='html'>A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;re you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of a sudden you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you come back around someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't seen you in a real long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you give me some kind of sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looked around me and you were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like there must be something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause it seems like you disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I've been feeling a little scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sleeping through the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have someone to hold you tight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have someone to hang out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have someone to hug &amp; kiss you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hug &amp; kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hug &amp; kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there something been bothering you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish you'd give me a little clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there something you want to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just tell me that you're OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you took off without a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You flew away like a little bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there anything I can do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I need to hear from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sleeping through the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have someone to hold you tight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have someone to hang out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have someone to hug &amp; kiss you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hug &amp; kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hug &amp; kiss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lucinda Williams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-5431218159429812650?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/5431218159429812650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=5431218159429812650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/5431218159429812650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/5431218159429812650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-you-all-right.html' title='Are you all right?'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-4148374512502691221</id><published>2007-04-26T21:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:21:51.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez pudesse o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo em nós de precipita&lt;br /&gt;Quando a vida nos desgarra os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;E não espera, ai quem dera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houvesse um canto pra se ficar&lt;br /&gt;Longe da guerra feroz que nos domina&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor fosse um lugar a salvo&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos, sem fragilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom pudesse o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;E voltar-se a preencher o vazio&lt;br /&gt;É tão duro aprender que na vida&lt;br /&gt;Nada se repete, nada se promete&lt;br /&gt;E é tudo tão fugaz e tão breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom pudesse o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;E encharcar-me de azul e de longe&lt;br /&gt;Acalmar a raiva aflita da vertigem&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu braço e poder ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão fugaz e tão breve&lt;br /&gt;Como os reflexos da lua no rio&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que se agarra já fugiu&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão fugaz e tão breve. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mafalda Veiga)&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/37203628-4148374512502691221?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/4148374512502691221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=4148374512502691221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/4148374512502691221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/4148374512502691221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/04/fragilidade.html' title='Fragilidade'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-1892522174151428431</id><published>2007-04-24T20:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:50.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai aonde te leva o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Ri5RDJ-uO4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hkNPbeTdmVk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Ri5RDJ-uO4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hkNPbeTdmVk/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057068546244098946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando te sentires perdida, confusa, pensa nas árvores, lembra-te da forma como crescem. Lembra-te de que uma árvore com muita ramagem e poucas raizes é derrubada à primeira rajada de vento, e de que a linfa custa a correr numa árvore com muitas raízes e pouca ramagem. As raízes e os ramos devem crescer de igual modo, deves estar nas coisas e estar sobre as coisas, só assim poderás dar sombra e abrigo, só assim, na estação apropriada, poderás cobrir-te de flores e frutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E quando à tua frente se abrirem muitas estradas e não souberes a que hás-de escolher, não metas por uma ao acaso, senta-te  e espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Respira com a mesma profunidade confiante com que respiraste no dia em que viste ao mundo, e sem deixares que nada te distraia, espera e volta a esperar. Fica quieta, em silêncio, e ouve o teu coração. Quando ele te falar, levanta-te, e vai para onde ele te levar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Susana Tamaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-1892522174151428431?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/1892522174151428431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=1892522174151428431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/1892522174151428431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/1892522174151428431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/04/vai-aonde-te-leva-o-corao.html' title='Vai aonde te leva o coração'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Ri5RDJ-uO4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hkNPbeTdmVk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-9088447062599255678</id><published>2007-04-24T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:51.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãos que falam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Língua Gestual Portuguesa (LGP) é a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;língua através da qual grande parte dos surdos, em Portugal, se comunicam. É processada através de gestos, como o nome indica e a sua captação é visu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;al.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Numa época, em Portugal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; em que nada, ou quase nada se sabia acerca da comunicação entre os surdos, no Instituto Jacob Rodrigues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pereira (Casa Pia), as crianças, nos seus tempos livres, comunicavam-se entre si numa "língua secre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta, só delas, que as protegia dos ouvintes que as rodeavam": falavam com as mãos, falavam a Língua Gestual Portuguesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duvidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Língua ou linguagem?       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma língua é um sistema de comunicação específico e exclusivo do ser humano, sendo gerido por regras particulares.&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo, a LGP possui características que fazem dela uma língua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* é composta, maioritariamente por símbolos arbitrários;&lt;br /&gt;* é um sistema linguístico;&lt;br /&gt;* é partilhada por uma comunidade de pessoas que a utilizam como sua forma de expressão mais natural;&lt;br /&gt;* possui propriedades como a criatividade e a recursividade;&lt;br /&gt;* possui aspectos contrastivos;&lt;br /&gt;* é um sistema em constante renovação e evolução: apresenta o fenômeno da dinâmica linguística;&lt;br /&gt;* a sua aprendizagem/ aquisição faz-se de modo natural num ambiente propício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para acrescentar, como qualquer língua oral, a L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GP possui variantes dentro do seu próprio país (idioma), dependendo do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grau de alfabetização e das profissões dos surdos em cada uma das regiões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Além da Língua portuguesa e da Língua mirandesa, a Líng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ua Gestual Portuguesa é também uma língua oficial em Portugal, pela Constituição da Repúb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rtuguesa (revisão de 1997, alínea h do parágrafo 2 do artigo 74.º).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portuguesa ou universal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muitas pessoas pensam que a língua gestual, em todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o mundo, é igual. Esse pensamento baseia-se em alguns preconceitos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    * já que a comunicação por gestos é intuitiva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e uma ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;z que nã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o exige aprendizagem, deveria ser a mesma para todos os surdos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    * já que a comunidade surda, ao &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;redor do mundo, é uma minoria, certamente utiliza um único tipo de comun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;icação;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    * já que é uma comunicação icónica (uma representação da realidade, por ícones), a sua representação deverá ser a mesma em todo o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No entanto, uma vez que todos estes argumentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;partem de premissas erradas, as conclusões são também erradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os linguistas que estudaram as diferentes línguas ges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuais concl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uíram que estas apresentavam diferenças consideráveis entre si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Além disso, os surdos sen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tem as mesmas dificuldades que os ouvintes quando necessitam comunicar com outros que utilizam uma língua diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por isso, cada país terá a sua própria língua gestua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(http://www.wikipedia.org)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: 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you believe in what you see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you believe in what you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Motionlessly nothing is real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasting my time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the waiting line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you believe in what you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 to 5 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;living life, every day stealing time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone's taking everything they can everything they can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone's taking everything they can everything they can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you believe in what you feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br 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&gt;és muito &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mentiroso&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P.s. 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type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/YvkX3t5LgVI' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YvkX3t5LgVI'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A música da discórdia...em Lamego!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-3019026154339629549?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/3019026154339629549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=3019026154339629549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RgF9mWIGLdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6gBHkRkWrPo/s1600-h/pedra.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou te contar os olhos já não podem ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coisas que só o coração pode entender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fundamental é mesmo o amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é impossível ser feliz sozinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O resto é mar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é tudo que eu não sei contar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São coisas lindas que eu tenho pra te dar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem de mansinho à brisa e me diz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que é impossível ser feliz sozinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da primeira vez era a cidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da segunda o cais a eternidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora eu já sei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da onda que se ergueu no mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E das estrelas que esquecemos de contar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor se deixa surpreender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto a noite vem nos envolver&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/37203628-5036929238093584020?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/5036929238093584020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=5036929238093584020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/5036929238093584020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rf7CJLfMDFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1XKyLeaPeYo/s400/Mapa%2520Europa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não interessa se estás longe ou perto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o importante é existires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que possa sentir a tua falta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não é que sejas diferente de alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas ninguém é igual a ti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijinho bom! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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:)'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rf7CJLfMDFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1XKyLeaPeYo/s72-c/Mapa%2520Europa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-2533579826289987398</id><published>2007-03-15T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:52.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rfl1BLfMDEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iehLSEbwX78/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042189920941902914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rfl1BLfMDEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iehLSEbwX78/s400/m.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Chorar é dizer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;em lágrimas o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que o coração sente...e o que a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boca por um &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;orgulho ou outro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se recusa a dizer"&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/37203628-2533579826289987398?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' 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src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rfl1BLfMDEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iehLSEbwX78/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-7626848726069877839</id><published>2007-03-09T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:50:51.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...no feminino!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que a minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo e que posso evitar que ela vá à falência.Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e tornar-se um autor da própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recondito da sua alma. É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem de ouvir um 'não'. É ter segurança para receber uma crítica mesmo que injusta. Pedras no caminho? Guardo-as todas: um dia vou construir um castelo..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-7626848726069877839?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/7626848726069877839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=7626848726069877839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/7626848726069877839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/7626848726069877839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-feminino.html' title='...no feminino!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-3289006224484586893</id><published>2007-03-05T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:52.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedra filosofal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/ReyD2X3KotI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hrtXTshNySg/s1600-h/somnho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038547053262316242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="229" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/ReyD2X3KotI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hrtXTshNySg/s400/somnho.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)Eles não sabem, nem sonham,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que o sonho comanda a vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que sempre que um homem sonha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o mundo pula e avança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como bola colorida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre as mãos de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(António Gedeão)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/ReyDP33KosI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EzuxtyRa8yg/s1600-h/somnho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/ReyCQn3KoqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DcaeYDqJcJ8/s1600-h/somnho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-3289006224484586893?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/3289006224484586893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=3289006224484586893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3289006224484586893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3289006224484586893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/03/pedra-filosofal.html' title='Pedra filosofal'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/ReyD2X3KotI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hrtXTshNySg/s72-c/somnho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-2041165041334656227</id><published>2007-03-05T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:16:28.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contra o fascismo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A Câmara Municipal de Santa Comba Dão, como é público e resulta de declarações do seu Presidente e de documentos assinados entre a Autarquia e um dos herdeiros de Oliveira Salazar, prepara-se para concretizar na casa onde viveu o falecido «Presidente do Conselho» da ditadura fascista, um Museu Salazar, ou do Estado Novo.&lt;br /&gt;Este projecto assume o objectivo de materializar um pólo de saudosismo fascista e de revivalismo do regime ilegal e opressor, derrubado pelo 25 de Abril de 1974.&lt;br /&gt;O Museu Salazar, se por hipótese absurda e inadmissível alguma vez se viesse a concretizar, não seria um factor de efectivo desenvolvimento do concelho, nem o pagamento de qualquer dívida de Santa Comba Dão a um «filho da Terra», porque esta nada lhe deve senão opressão e atraso económico e social, como aliás todo o país. E não seria um organismo «meramente científico», mas sim, objectivamente, uma organização centrada na propaganda do regime corporativo-fascista do «Estado Novo» e do ditador Salazar.&lt;br /&gt;A Constituição da República proclama no seu preâmbulo: «A 25 de Abril de 1974, o Movimento das Forças Armadas, coroando a longa resistência do povo português e interpretando os seus sentimentos profundos, derrubou o regime fascista. Libertar Portugal da ditadura, da opressão e do colonialismo representou uma transformação revolucionária e o início duma viragem histórica da sociedade portuguesa».&lt;br /&gt;A mesma Constituição, no seu Artigo 46.º, n.º 4, proíbe as «organizações que perfilhem a ideologia fascista» e a Lei 64/78 define-as como as que « ... mostrem ... pretender difundir ou difundir efectivamente os valores, os princípios, os expoentes, as instituições e os métodos característicos dos regimes fascistas ..., nomeadamente ... o corporativismo ou a exaltação das personalidades mais representativas daqueles regimes ...», proibindo-lhes o exercício de toda e qualquer actividade".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desta forma, está aberta uma petição contra a concretização do Museu Salazar(&lt;a href="http://www.contraofascismo.net/"&gt;www.contraofascismo.net&lt;/a&gt;), porque sendo construído "constituiria uma afronta a todos os portugueses que se identificam com a democracia e o seu acto fundador do 25 de Abril" e, por isso, "solicitam à Assembleia da República – em defesa do Regime Democrático Constitucional e da Lei – que condene politicamente o processo em curso, que visa materializar o Museu Salazar, e tome as medidas que julgue adequadas para impedir esse intento". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-2041165041334656227?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/2041165041334656227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=2041165041334656227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/2041165041334656227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/2041165041334656227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/03/contra-o-fascismo.html' title='Contra o fascismo!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-6548194657562084705</id><published>2007-03-05T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:20:42.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixar arrefecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Li recentemente num livro, &lt;em&gt;"Inteligência emocional"&lt;/em&gt; que a ira deve deixar ser arrefecida. Ora, por outras palavras, a&lt;em&gt; melhor maneira de eliminar a ira é arrefecer fisiologicamente, deixando passar a onda num ambiente onde não seja provável encontrar novas provocações&lt;/em&gt;. Numa discussão, por exemplo, significa afastar-se da outra pessoa por algum tempo. Segundo Zillmann, a distracção é uma poderosa ferramenta para alterar os estados de espírito, por uma razão muito simples: é dificil continuar zangado quando estamos a passar um pedaço agradável.&lt;br /&gt;Curioso é que desde que entrei na universidade tenho o hábito de sempre que me sinto irada sair sozinha, sem destino. Uma vez em Coimbra, estava tão, tão chateada que apanhei todos os autocarros que não faziam parte da minha rotina! Não fazia a miníma ideia qual era o destino mas apanhei-os! Lembro-me que nesse dia fui ter à Quinta das Lágrimas! E sim, quando voltei a casa estava efectivamente menos chateada!&lt;br /&gt;Já em Lamego, costumava sair sem dizer nada a ninguém, não levava o telémovel mas todos os que moravam comigo já sabiam o significado dessas minhas saidas! O normal era comprar um jornal e sentar-me na mesa mais resguardada de um café. E ai, também voltava para casa menos chateada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há pessoas que acham isto é um "voltar costas" aos problemas, às discussões. Eu cá acho que em alturas de ira, o desabafo da mesma a quem a provocou só prolonga esse estado e a sua gravidade! Inversamente, o &lt;em&gt;arrefecer&lt;/em&gt; da ira dá-nos a oportunidade de discutir o motivo da mesma de uma forma mais coerente o que anula desde já um "voltar de costas" aos problemas ou discussões! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pensem nisto...e bons arrefecimentos! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-6548194657562084705?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/6548194657562084705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=6548194657562084705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/6548194657562084705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/6548194657562084705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/03/deixar-arrefecer.html' title='Deixar arrefecer'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-8833604488629379672</id><published>2007-03-02T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:52.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Diabinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Redvm11gf6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/B6IWv8CeMaE/s1600-h/CAMBCT87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037117421314408354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Redvm11gf6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/B6IWv8CeMaE/s400/CAMBCT87.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parabéns a você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nesta data querida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muitas felicidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muitos anos de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje é dia de festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cantam as nossas almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;para o menino João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uma salva de palmas.&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/37203628-8833604488629379672?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/8833604488629379672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=8833604488629379672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/8833604488629379672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/8833604488629379672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/03/parabns-voc-nesta-data-querida-muitas.html' title='Parabéns Diabinho!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Redvm11gf6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/B6IWv8CeMaE/s72-c/CAMBCT87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-5814020961275899738</id><published>2007-02-22T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:53.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rd3OmcvFoqI/AAAAAAAAADY/u569NPlQZcQ/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034407118414127778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rd3OmcvFoqI/AAAAAAAAADY/u569NPlQZcQ/s400/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me aqui autêntica e transparente&lt;br /&gt;tal qual sou e como sempre me quis&lt;br /&gt;por isso vos digo muito contente:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;hoje eu estou Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/37203628-5814020961275899738?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/5814020961275899738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=5814020961275899738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/5814020961275899738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/5814020961275899738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/sinto-me-aqui-autntica-e-transparente.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/Rd3OmcvFoqI/AAAAAAAAADY/u569NPlQZcQ/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-3044688833022250376</id><published>2007-02-14T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:53.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que coisa mais linda!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdNNQsvFopI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZFUlXcKkGTg/s1600-h/dnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031450157984883346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdNNQsvFopI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZFUlXcKkGTg/s400/dnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdNNLMvFooI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5rFfCOnAvvU/s1600-h/ddn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031450063495602818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdNNLMvFooI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5rFfCOnAvvU/s400/ddn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-3044688833022250376?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/3044688833022250376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=3044688833022250376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3044688833022250376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3044688833022250376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/que-coisa-mais-linda.html' title='Que coisa mais linda!!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdNNQsvFopI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZFUlXcKkGTg/s72-c/dnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-1327563136284732073</id><published>2007-02-13T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:31:11.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias cinzentos como o de hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dias cinzentos são ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias sem cor ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que estou perdida em pensamentos ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que quero o que não tenho ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que lembro os meus dias coloridos ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que me sinto sozinha ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que sinto saudades ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que sinto que me falta algo ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias complicados ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que não reajo ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que os sorrisos sao poucos ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que preciso de alguém ao meu lado ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que me sinto incompreendida ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que me falta a força ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que não sei o que fazer, nem para onde ir ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que questiono tudo a minha volta ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que acho que a vida é exageradamente injusta ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias sem animação ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que preciso de boas conversas ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que nada corre bem ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que apetece um pouco de atenção ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias em que abraços apertadinhos me fariam sentir bem ...&lt;br /&gt;... são dias tristes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;"&gt;Mas e porque &lt;em&gt;não pode estar sempre a chover,&lt;/em&gt; eu acredito que amanhã será um dia de luz, com um céu azul do mais bonito! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-1327563136284732073?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/1327563136284732073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=1327563136284732073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/1327563136284732073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/1327563136284732073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/dias-cinzentos-como-o-de-hoje.html' title='Dias cinzentos como o de hoje...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-4376380757942306485</id><published>2007-02-12T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:53.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu QUERO um igualzinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdDLdsvFoiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s9yq-y5ZElg/s1600-h/040730_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030744494858150434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdDLdsvFoiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s9yq-y5ZElg/s400/040730_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-4376380757942306485?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/4376380757942306485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=4376380757942306485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/4376380757942306485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/4376380757942306485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/eu-quero-um-igualzinho.html' title='Eu QUERO um igualzinho!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdDLdsvFoiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s9yq-y5ZElg/s72-c/040730_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-3972108746816715364</id><published>2007-02-12T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:53.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um país melhor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdCSdMvFohI/AAAAAAAAABs/OR1OeU_SdIk/s1600-h/img2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030681814105432594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdCSdMvFohI/AAAAAAAAABs/OR1OeU_SdIk/s400/img2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Sim", a certeza de que estamos no século XXI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&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/37203628-3972108746816715364?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/3972108746816715364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=3972108746816715364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3972108746816715364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3972108746816715364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/por-um-pas-melhor.html' title='Por um país melhor!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdCSdMvFohI/AAAAAAAAABs/OR1OeU_SdIk/s72-c/img2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-5088458346035857492</id><published>2007-02-12T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:54.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim-de-semana com sabor a morangos sem natas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdCEiMvFogI/AAAAAAAAABg/_JpzsvHsO7E/s1600-h/panoramica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030666506841989634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdCEiMvFogI/AAAAAAAAABg/_JpzsvHsO7E/s400/panoramica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Viana do Castelo...amor à primeira vista"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É este o slogan actual da cidade, é este o meu "slogan" também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apaixonei à primeira vista pela cidade...porque desde o primeiro momento não me senti mais uma "turista" como tantas outras pessoas. Senti que ela fazia tanto parte de mim como eu dela. E se isto aconteceu foi porque, mais do que a paixão pela cidade, apaixonei-me pelas pessoas que partilham, comigo, os fins-de-semana ali passados! As conversas, os risos, as experiências partilhas fazem de mim, com certeza, uma pessoa bem mais completa. Obrigada a todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez, este fim-de-semana não fugiu ao que me tenho habituado...conversas sobre o que nos move, partilha de experiências, de esperanças num amanhã diferente! Mas este teve o sabor dos morangos sem natas...e é tão, mas tão assustador quando pensamos que ainda nos faz, no meu caso fez, tanta falta saber o que sei hoje e agora...é um querer "ó tempo volta pra trás"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Para a frente, é o caminho"! É?! Nãooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Há alturas em que há que recuar, e reencontrar! A nós e aos outros! E hoje, de regresso a casa, dou-me conta que sei tão pouco de mim mas que quero descobrir! E se choro ou se riu é porque sinto tudo o que digo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maria João, o meu obrigada especial pelo fim-de-semana! Mariana obrigada pelas palavras sábias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-5088458346035857492?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/5088458346035857492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=5088458346035857492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/5088458346035857492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/5088458346035857492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/fim-de-semana-com-sabor-morangos-sem.html' title='Fim-de-semana com sabor a morangos sem natas!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RdCEiMvFogI/AAAAAAAAABg/_JpzsvHsO7E/s72-c/panoramica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-3990180574105239061</id><published>2007-02-08T02:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:54.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não merecia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RcqIidZEtAI/AAAAAAAAABU/OtG0lor_5jU/s1600-h/3210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028982059499303938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RcqIidZEtAI/AAAAAAAAABU/OtG0lor_5jU/s320/3210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estávamos em vésperas de Natal, época de comemoração da vida, da família...e o meu telemóvel resolve suicidar-se!! Que macabro!! Não o perdoo, não mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Ele devia estar muito descontente, senão vejamos: a altura em que foi, a forma como foi. Ainda não disse, pois não? Ele atirou-se para cima de um carro, ficou ali estendido já sem vida...que cena triste!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é mesmo triste é que agora tenho que andar com um tijolo, porque o menino decidiu matar-se?! Quando eu digo um tijolo, estou a falar mesmo a sério ( a foto comprova-o)!! Pesa na mala, tem sons verdadeiramente horriveis, entre outras coisas que nem vale a pena dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No entanto, RECUSO-ME a comprar outro telemóvel! Para voltar a sofrer novo desgosto ou será mesmo pelo dinheiro jogado "para um carro"?! ;) Não senhor...nem pensar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E não, não te perdoo...nunca!!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-3990180574105239061?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/3990180574105239061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=3990180574105239061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3990180574105239061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/3990180574105239061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/eu-no-merecia.html' title='Eu não merecia...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RcqIidZEtAI/AAAAAAAAABU/OtG0lor_5jU/s72-c/3210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-1276823191761623425</id><published>2007-02-07T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:55.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DEVO mas PAGO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RcoRTtZEs_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZInNdmMKGJc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028850964212528114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RcoRTtZEs_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZInNdmMKGJc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A semana passada foi recheada em (re)encontros com amigos com quem não via nem falava há muito tempo...e foi uma agradável surpresa sentir que a mesma amizade, a mesma cumplicidade de outros tempos se mantinham intactas!! Ai, foi bom, bom ou bombom?! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só ai conseguir perceber as saudades que tinha das conversas jogadas fora, das descobertas que fizemos, dos sonhos que tivemos, dos tantos risos e momentos que partilhamos. Saudades até dos momentos de lágrimas, da angústia, das vésperas dos fins-de-semana, dos fins de ano, enfim...do companheirismo vivido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eram muitas saudades mesmo...então fizemos a promessa de nos encontrar mais vezes daqui para diante, logo, devo cafés a muita gente mas eu &lt;strong&gt;PROMETO&lt;/strong&gt; pagar todos esses cafés com a maior disposição, cheia de vontade de partilhar a alegria de vos ter de volta!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E sabem porquê? Querem mesmo saber?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque&lt;em&gt;..."&lt;strong&gt;há amizades que valem a pena...mas a vossa vale a galinha inteira"!&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/37203628-1276823191761623425?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/1276823191761623425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=1276823191761623425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/1276823191761623425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/1276823191761623425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/devo-mas-pago.html' title='DEVO mas PAGO!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RcoRTtZEs_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZInNdmMKGJc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-8064113268007041908</id><published>2007-02-07T02:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T03:23:32.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu novo orgulho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acabei agora mesmo o meu projecto para a Biblioteca do Instituto (prometo que se for aprovado eu ponho-o aqui), e sinto-me orgulhosa de mim mesma!! Quando o conclui, li-o e pensei: "está aqui um grande projecto"! É ele agora o meu orgulho! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mas além do orgulho há a alegria de ter construido algo meu. Algo meu, que bom dizer isto! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Alegria por um trabalho?! Parece tão frio, tão insípido...tão sem nada que alimente a alma mas não, desagene-se aquele(a) que pensa assim...depende somente da &lt;em&gt;intensidade e da energia&lt;/em&gt; (antes que alguém me acuse de usar expressões que não são minhas! ;))que dispendes por ele e do quanto pões de ti nele! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso meninos(as)...façam dos vossos projectos, trabalhos, empregos algo de que gostem, que se orgulhem...como eu!! ;) Pois bem...Boa sorte a todos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. a ti que voltaste às aulinhas o meu maior sorriso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                 Fica aqui um "boa sorte" mais especial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-8064113268007041908?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/8064113268007041908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=8064113268007041908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/8064113268007041908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/8064113268007041908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/acabei-agora-mesmo-o-meu-projecto-para.html' title='O meu novo orgulho!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-7269223542263377297</id><published>2007-02-07T02:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:55.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas o que é que vêm a ser isto?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RckrINZEs7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/AFXba3ORdNU/s1600-h/4448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028597878969643954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RckrINZEs7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/AFXba3ORdNU/s320/4448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Usam a minha imagem sem a minha permissão?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ok, ok...bem sei que não havia nada de melhor no arquivo (obviamente) mas daí a usarem a minha imagem vai um grande passo. Ora, se eu agora fosse muito Má o que é que fazia?! Processava e ganhava uns valentes euros mas informei-me melhor e não há nada de ilegal na situação! Vai dai que me lembrei: "Sempre posso processar por danos emocionais"!! E aí, se legal, ganhava uns bons trocos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Vá...sem brincadeiras agora! À pergunta: "&lt;em&gt;Ensino Superior em Lamego, que futuro"&lt;/em&gt;? Eu respondo, pela minha experiência, há a certeza de que nos tornamos maiores e melhores! ;) Não respondi à pergunta, pois não?! :) Não interessa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;A todos que partilharam cada momento deste dia comigo...fica aqui o meu obrigada! Dia feliz...com muito, muito sol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;...Continuo a pensar seriamente em processar o jornal &lt;em&gt;Lamego Hoje! ;)&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/37203628-7269223542263377297?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/7269223542263377297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=7269223542263377297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/7269223542263377297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/7269223542263377297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/mas-o-que-que-vm-ser-isto.html' title='Mas o que é que vêm a ser isto?!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RckrINZEs7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/AFXba3ORdNU/s72-c/4448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-1393483108779714799</id><published>2007-02-06T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:55.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:) ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RcjgK9ZEs6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jZ5RKixztVI/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028515462842200994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RcjgK9ZEs6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jZ5RKixztVI/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-1393483108779714799?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/1393483108779714799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=1393483108779714799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/1393483108779714799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/1393483108779714799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=':) ;)'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKoM3f_bDOQ/RcjgK9ZEs6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jZ5RKixztVI/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-117037120718637187</id><published>2007-02-01T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:20:34.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/400/721096/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Acordo todas as manhãs com este zumbido e a certeza que não vais voltar. Cansada de me convencer que, apesar e acima do teu individualismo estava a tal inevitabilidade a que nos submetemos e chamamos gostar, pensei que, com tudo o que sentia por ti te iria suavizar e de alguma forma fazer parte do teu equilíbrio, tornando-me subtilmente indispensável.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje acordei, de manhã, com este zumbido e a certeza que não quero que voltes. Cansada de me convencer que sou uma vítima, uma desafortunada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ponto final, parágrafo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-117037120718637187?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/117037120718637187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=117037120718637187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/117037120718637187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/117037120718637187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/02/acordo-todas-as-manhs-com-este-zumbido.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-117018934925291494</id><published>2007-01-30T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:35:49.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desesperada, quem? Eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Acordei cedo hoje e muito bem disposta ( não é muito normal ;))!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Fui até à aula de código...confesso, aquilo é muito secante! E se não adormeço é porque de manhã as aulas são com senhoras ( com idades para serem minha mãe) que são umas verdadeiras cassetes ;) Vira o disco e toca o mesmo!! O que salva a manhã é o Sr. António. Quando vou tomar café já acendeu a lareira e já trouxe o jornal! Viva o Sr. António! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mas hoje estava mesmo decidida a tirar a tarde para arranjar emprego e lá fui eu depois de almoço!! Decididamente não foi uma boa tarde, começo a sentir-me cansada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Quando me dizem aquela frase, "deixe o seu contacto que depois ligamos" só tenho vontade de lhes responder mal, mal mesmo!! De tão habituada que estou a ouvi-la já percebi o seu verdadeiro sentido, qualquer coisa como isto: " Não precisamos de ninguém mas obrigada". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Que nervos!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Na minha última tentativa do dia, prometi que se me voltassem a repetir essa frase iria responder de uma forma não menos simpática! E não é que a responsável pela instituição me respondeu precisamente o mesmo que todas as outras?! Ai, aí fiquei chateada! Ok, ok não respondi mas tive que respirar fundo e dizer um seco :"Obrigada, aguardo o contacto". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Claro, como é fácil de imaginar, ando farta de fazer contactos( ao menos se fossem minimamente em condições ;) ), um dia destes é vê-los a ligarem-me todos ao mesmo tempo!! E aí, eu vou responder : " Deixe o seu contacto, logo lhe dou uma resposta"!! :) Ah, pois é!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&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/37203628-117018934925291494?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/117018934925291494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=117018934925291494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/117018934925291494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/117018934925291494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/desesperada-quem-eu.html' title='Desesperada, quem? Eu?'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-117015994691180097</id><published>2007-01-30T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:25:46.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Acabei o curso há setes meses…tanto tempo já passou!&lt;br /&gt;E, em alguns dias desses meses todos, dou por mim a (re) lembrar. Amigos, dias e tardes, noites, risos, choros e segredos partilhados. E é inevitável sentir saudade. É inevitável que sorria e ao mesmo tempo corra uma lágrima perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades do meu quarto, da minha janela com vista para o escadório da Nossa Senhora dos Remédios. Esse quarto jamais poderá falar! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades da minha Cátia e da minha Pokanina.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de ir às aulas, da escola, de frenesim diário.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de encontrar o Bruno todas as manhãs.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades dos jantares, “regados” com vinho rasco do Pingo Doce.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades da Marisa e da Mónica.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de ir buscar a Mónica a casa e consequentemente dos seus atrasos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades da remisga, dos tremoços do Sr.Vítor.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades da Amêndoa Amarga tomada no Pote, religiosamente, todas as quintas-feiras.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades das quintas-feiras passadas no coop.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de “tomar chá” a horas não muito próprias (tomava-se mesmo chá!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades dos papéis postos no carro da paixoneta da época;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades dos perigos que corria em ser descoberta a fazer uma grande maluquice (felizmente nunca ninguém soube das minhas maiores maluquices)  ;).&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades do Félix.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de lanchar na melhor pastelaria de Lamego.&lt;br /&gt;E tenho saudades de tantas mais coisas e de tantas mais pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, estou em casa e alegra-me saber que tenho todas estas saudades. É sinal que foi um período feliz da minha vida. Foi mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, sei que não vou esquecer e vou guardar cada lugar vosso atado em mim a cada lugar meu! A cada pessoa, a cada lugar devo milhões de sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é bom estar em casa, como me disse um amigo um dia: “tu és mais feliz quando estás com a tua família”! E é verdade, sou mesmo feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-117015994691180097?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/117015994691180097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=117015994691180097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/117015994691180097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/117015994691180097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-home.html' title='Back home!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-117015958578994971</id><published>2007-01-30T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:19:45.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na dúvida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Se me ponho a trabalhar e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;escrevo ou desenho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;logo me sinto tão atrasado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;no que devo à eternidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;que começo a empurrar para diante o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt; e empurro-o, empurro-o à bruta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;como empurra um atrasado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;até que, cansado, me julgo satisfeito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;e o efeito da fadiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;é muito igual à ilusão da satisfação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Em troca, se vou passear por aí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;sou tão inteligente a ver tudo o que não é comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;compreendo tão bem o que me diz respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;sinto-me tão chefe do que é fora de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;dou conselhos tão bíblicos aos aflitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;de uma aflição que não é minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;dou-me tão perfeitamente conta do que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;se passa fora das minhas muralhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;como sou cego ao ler-me ao espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;,que, sinceramente, não sei qual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;seja melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;se estar sozinho em casa a dar à manivela do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;se ir por aí a ser rei invisível de tudo que não é meu.                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Almada Negreiros&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/37203628-117015958578994971?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/117015958578994971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=117015958578994971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/117015958578994971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/117015958578994971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/na-dvida.html' title='Na dúvida...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116940229360785644</id><published>2007-01-21T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:07:24.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa sorte Catita!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/1600/399410/Erasmus%201%20m%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/200/832070/Erasmus%201%20m%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/1600/943805/Eu%20e%20a%20Catita!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lembraste de nós, da nossa grande aventura?! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Agora vais tu, sem mim :( , para Itália!! Itália... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Aproveita bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sorri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lembra-te de mim! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116940229360785644?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116940229360785644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116940229360785644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116940229360785644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116940229360785644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/boa-sorte-catita.html' title='Boa sorte Catita!! :)'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116939907881095662</id><published>2007-01-21T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:10:39.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades da vida académica!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782116582735&amp;amp;site=widget-4f.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=16&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=216172782116582735&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p1/216172782116582735/bl_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=16&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=216172782116582735&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p2/216172782116582735/bl_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116939907881095662?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116939907881095662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116939907881095662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116939907881095662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116939907881095662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/saudades-da-vida-acadmica.html' title='Saudades da vida académica!! :)'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116900080208358854</id><published>2007-01-17T03:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:26:42.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;muse unintended&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/92wD8dQ_B54"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/92wD8dQ_B54" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;You could be my unintended&lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one Ill always love&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one Ill always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the one who challenged&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams and all my balance&lt;br /&gt;She could never be as good as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my unintended&lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;You should be the one Ill always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But Im busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116900080208358854?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116900080208358854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116900080208358854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116900080208358854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116900080208358854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/muse-unintended-you-could-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116879689693522168</id><published>2007-01-14T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T18:59:42.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Passado não dá Futuro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Romoer coisas do passado, deixar-se prender por mágoas ou ressentimentos, ficar a atormentear-se com os erros e viver obcecado com aquilo que nunca mais volta não é, definitivamente, a melhor maneira de existir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ficar preso ao passado é uma expressão eloquente na medida em que define, à partida, a condição do prisioneiro, de alguém que vive amarrado a qualquer coisa que o deixa sem liberdade ou margem de manobra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ficar preso ao passado é isso mesmo, é ficar de pés e mãos atadas sem conseguir dar um passo em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acontece-nos a todos atravessar fases em que o passado tem mais peso do que o presente, alturas da vida em que a única certeza que temos é aquilo que já vivemos. É natural que assim seja e é, até, saudável acumular memórias para recordar quando vier a propósito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que se torna doentio e pode revelar-se um verdadeiro atraso de vida, é transformar o passado em presente e, em casos agudos, deixar que seja o passado a servir de molde ao futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas pessoas carregam consigo um enorme fardo onde se misturam experiências, sentimentos e emoções vividas mas onde prevalece claramente a vontade de recuperar aquilo que jamais voltará(...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(...)Arrumar o passado não quer dizer esquecer e, muito menos, apagar ou fingir que não existiu. Pelo contrário, arrumar quer dizer isso mesmo. Significa deitar mãos à obra, olhar para cada coisa, pegar-lhe com cuidado e atribuir-lhe, primeiro, uma importância e, depois, uma gaveta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurinda Alves( XIS Ideias para Pensar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Amor Não tira Férias&lt;/em&gt; mas a Marta tira...volto em breve!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Até lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/37203628-116879689693522168?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116879689693522168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116879689693522168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116879689693522168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116879689693522168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-passado-no-d-futuro.html' title='O Passado não dá Futuro...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116855538253054561</id><published>2007-01-11T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:43:02.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor não tira férias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para os mais actualizados em cinema, o nome deste filme não suscita grandes dúvidas. É a mais recente comédia romântica do cinema. E se há literatura &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; então este filme faz parte do cinema &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;, ou seja, Margarida Rebelo Pinto está para a literatura &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; como “O Amor não tira férias” está para o cinema &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenciono debater aqui a qualidade cinematográfica do filme, o argumento é demasiado banal, quotidiano para o fazer. Basicamente, este filme, fala de duas mulheres desesperadas por mudar de ares após uma série de problemas com os homens. O típico, portanto. Com direito a &lt;em&gt;happy ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gosto da banalidade, gosto de sentir que tal como eu existem milhares de pessoas que, em determinado momento, se confrontam com os mesmos medos, as mesmas frustrações. Que partilham dos mesmos desejos, dos mesmos sonhos. E é por isso mesmo que não posso deixar de partilhar o que senti, em determinado (s) momento (s) ao ver este filme.&lt;br /&gt;Íris, co-protagonista do filme, está apaixonada por um homem que se vai casar. O problema não seria tão mau se eles não tivessem uma relação ou até mesmo se ele não soubesse os sentimentos dela. Ela, alimenta a ideia de que um dia ele se aperceberá do quanto gosta dela, afinal é a ela que recorre sempre quando precisa, quando se sente sozinho, quando precisa de falar, quando precisa de uma Mulher. Isso não acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Cansada, resolve ir de férias e consequentemente “fechar a porta” a esse sentimento. O que se esqueceu é que mais do que fechar deveria ter trancado a porta. E é aqui em que me revejo, nesta mesma situação.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de a porta se ter aberto mais uma vez para o mesmo homem…desta vez Íris fecha e tranca a porta. Ela descobriu, em si, muito mais do que pensava. Descobriu nos outros a força para trancar a porta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que fechei a porta e que a bati com força…mas não a tranquei. E continuo aqui. Não tirei férias. À saída do cinema, ainda que momentânea, senti uma coisa estranha. Não sei explicar. Senti vontade de trancar a porta!&lt;br /&gt;Quando tentei falar disto com uma pessoa próxima…foi a desilusão. Não percebeu ou não quis perceber. E ai, percebi que só poderei trancar a porta no dia em que aparecer alguém que me faça abrir outra. Só ai. Espero ansiosa mas não desesperadamente o meu &lt;em&gt;happy ending&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a personagem principal…da minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116855538253054561?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116855538253054561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116855538253054561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116855538253054561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116855538253054561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-amor-no-tira-frias_11.html' title='O Amor não tira férias!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116846348418397020</id><published>2007-01-10T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:55:15.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembra-te!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/1600/395859/ima3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/400/964715/ima3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/1600/412434/ima3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Eis o meu segredo: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos. - Os homens esqueceram essa verdade, mas tu não a deves esquecer. Tu tornas-te eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&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/37203628-116846348418397020?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116846348418397020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116846348418397020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116846348418397020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116846348418397020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/lembra-te.html' title='Lembra-te!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116846269452706928</id><published>2007-01-10T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:43:43.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fica tanto por te dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Para ser grande, sê inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada&lt;br /&gt;Teu exagera ou exclui.&lt;br /&gt;Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és&lt;br /&gt;No mínimo que fazes.&lt;br /&gt;Assim em cada lago a lua toda&lt;br /&gt;Brilha, porque alta vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/37203628-116846269452706928?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116846269452706928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116846269452706928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116846269452706928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116846269452706928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/fica-tanto-por-te-dizer.html' title='Fica tanto por te dizer...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116837709379849489</id><published>2007-01-09T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:57:06.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Apaixonarmo-nos não é apenas sermos atraídos por uma pessoa, vê-la bela e desejável. É uma mudança interior de todo o ser; vemos o amado diferente porque nos tornamos diferentes. A nossa sensibilidade centuplicou-se, as cores tornaram-se luminosas, límpidos os sons. Pelo facto de o amarmos a ele, o nosso amado, todas a s outras pessoas nos surgem de um outro modo. Antes de tudo mais humanas. Enquanto até aí mal as víamos, agora conseguimos intuir os seus sentimentos, é como se nos tivessemos tornado capazes de nos pormos em comunicação com elas. Já não temos vontade de mentir. Sobretudo a nós próprios e ao ser amado. Percorremos de novo, na recordação, a nossa vida e apercebemos-nos de que antes de termos encontrado quem amamos, esta vida era mesquinha, insípida. O ser amado não é a perfeição, vemos os seus defeitos; se é pequeno, ou magro, se tem o nariz comprido, ou curto. Mas todas essas coisas deixam de se tornar defeitos, porque conseguimos agora ver a sua essencialidade e o seu valor. Os nossos olhos tornam-se capazes de descobrir a beleza do ser tal como é. E se o amado nos diz sim, então somos felizes e gostaríamos que o tempo parasse, e que todos os outros seres humanos fossem também felizes, e toda a humanidade e todo o universo a quem nos sentimos unidos de modo íntimo e solidário.&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade, nem sequer temos a certeza de amar. Percebemos que amamos porque &lt;strong&gt;o ser amado volta continuamente ao nosso pensamento mesmo que o queiramos expulsar, porque nos acomete um desejo de chorar, uma necessidade de rever os seus olhos ainda que só por um instante, de nos sentir acariciar ainda que seja pela última vez.&lt;/strong&gt; Percebemos que estamos enamorados porque o nosso amor se nos impõe. Mas não estamos seguros do amor o ser amado; poderia ser um entusiasmo, um capricho e, de facto, temos necessidade de lhe perguntar continuamente: amas-me? Amar é uma aventura no abismo do tudo ou nada; é ver a luz e correr ao seu encontro, embora com risco de vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Alberoni(1991)A Árvore da Vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116837709379849489?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116837709379849489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116837709379849489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116837709379849489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116837709379849489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/rumos.html' title='Rumos...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116837449642955013</id><published>2007-01-09T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:28:16.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A favor da despenalização do aborto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/1600/79548/liberdademed2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/400/937638/liberdademed2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116837449642955013?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116837449642955013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116837449642955013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116837449642955013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116837449642955013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/favor-da-despenalizao-do-aborto.html' title='A favor da despenalização do aborto!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116827545609536746</id><published>2007-01-08T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:00:07.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"She's only happy in the sun"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/1600/609668/fotos%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/320/431058/fotos%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know you may not want to see me&lt;br /&gt;On your way down from the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Would you hear me if&lt;br /&gt;I told you&lt;br /&gt;That my heart is with you now&lt;br /&gt;She's only happy in the sun&lt;br /&gt;She's only happy in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you find what you were after?&lt;br /&gt;The pain and the laughter brought you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;But if the sun sets you free, sets you free&lt;br /&gt;You'll be free indeed, Indeed&lt;br /&gt;She's only happy in the sun&lt;br /&gt;She's only happy in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear you laughing,&lt;br /&gt;I hear you laughing&lt;br /&gt;It makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Like the story of life, of your life&lt;br /&gt;Is hello, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Shes only happy in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Shes only happy in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116827545609536746?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116827545609536746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116827545609536746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116827545609536746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116827545609536746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/shes-only-happy-in-sun.html' title='&quot;She&apos;s only happy in the sun&quot;'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116802229581953264</id><published>2007-01-05T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:59:42.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos rir?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Frases que ganharam imortalidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finalmente, a água corrente foi instalada no cemitério, para satisfação dos habitantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Presidente da Junta de Feguesia do Fundão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tenho o maior orgulho em jogar na terra onde Cristo nasceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Djair, jogador do Belenenses ao chegar a Belém/Restelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nem que eu tivesse dois pulmões alcançava essa bola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Roger, ex-jogador do Benfica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No Porto é todo o mundo muito simpático. São um povo muito hospitalar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Deco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eu disconcordo com o que você disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(Derlei, FCP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Em Portugal é que é bom. Lá, a gente ganha semanalmente de 15 em 15 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Argel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O difícil, como vocês sabem, não é fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Jardel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Haja o que hajar, o Porto vai ser campeão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Deco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se entrar na chuva é para se queimar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Denilson, jogador da selecção brasileira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Querem fazer do Boavista bode respiratório.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(Jaime Pacheco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Deco é invendável, inegociável e imprestável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Pinto da Costa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quando o jogo está a mil a minha naftalina sobe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Jardel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Os 7 artistas compõem um trio de talento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Manuela Moura Guedes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ele contraíu a doença em vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Dr. Joaquim Infante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...Para a semana há mais :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116802229581953264?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116802229581953264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116802229581953264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116802229581953264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116802229581953264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/vamos-rir.html' title='Vamos rir?!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116802024385197078</id><published>2007-01-05T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:09:28.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Divirtam-se...mas cuidado com as curvas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bem...este jogo roubou-me algumas horas...é preciso paciência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mas é divertido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;a href="http://www.asolutionforyou.com/Parking%20Game/scoregame/Game.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;http://www.asolutionforyou.com/Parking%20Game/scoregame/Game.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116802024385197078?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116802024385197078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116802024385197078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116802024385197078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116802024385197078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/divirtam-semas-cuidado-com-as-curvas.html' title='Divirtam-se...mas cuidado com as curvas!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116778877948746829</id><published>2007-01-03T02:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:58:22.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elogio do silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;"O silêncio é a cor das ocorrências da vida:pode ser ligeiro, denso, cizento, alegre, venerável, aéreo, triste, desesperado, feliz. Colora-se de todas as infinitas tonalidades das nossas vidas...Se o escutarmos, o silêncio fala-nos e elucida-nos constantemente acerca do estado dos lugares e dos seres, acerca da textura e da qualidade das situações que enfrentamos. É o nosso companheiro íntimo, o âmago permanente do qual tudo se liberta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Marc de Smedt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116778877948746829?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116778877948746829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116778877948746829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116778877948746829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116778877948746829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2007/01/elogio-do-silncio.html' title='Elogio do silêncio'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116646085481696667</id><published>2006-12-18T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:07:04.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Aimee Mann&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/bI2TvaoCEAU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz Natal a todos!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Eis o meu presente!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116646085481696667?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116646085481696667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116646085481696667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116646085481696667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116646085481696667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/12/aimee-mann-feliz-natal-todos-eis-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116621050478101282</id><published>2006-12-15T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:07:55.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Scissor Sisters - I Don't Feel Like Dancing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/HJkO0w8AMaY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Verdadeiras personagens...tiradas não sei bem de que história animada...mas animam-me!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser do colorido!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116621050478101282?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116621050478101282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116621050478101282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116621050478101282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116621050478101282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/12/scissor-sisters-i-dont-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116621022465014020</id><published>2006-12-15T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:08:30.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Apresentador insano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/aQwSPwfzIJU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Isto é que se chama "pagar mico"!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;De rir do início ao fim...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116621022465014020?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116621022465014020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116621022465014020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116621022465014020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116621022465014020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/12/apresentador-insano-isto-que-se-chama.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116620997809028612</id><published>2006-12-15T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:08:57.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stereophonics - Have A Nice Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/fGUP4dcmZXg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aos meus amigos!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aos que visitam! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116620997809028612?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116620997809028612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116620997809028612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116620997809028612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116620997809028612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/12/stereophonics-have-nice-day-aos-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116603268748204882</id><published>2006-12-13T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:01:41.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Gato Fedorento - Paulo Bento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/s0TJG3Xjs3o" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não resisti...:) :)&lt;br /&gt;Tinha que ser... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116603268748204882?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116603268748204882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116603268748204882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116603268748204882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116603268748204882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/12/gato-fedorento-paulo-bento-no-resisti.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116551411117329862</id><published>2006-12-07T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:55:15.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra coisa que NÃO gosto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...não gosto que me agradeçam atitudes...soam a serviços prestados quando são agradecidos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Já sei que é política e moralmente correcto...mas não será muito mais gratificante receber um sorriso ou até mesmo um pensamento de alguém que recebe o nosso carinho?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É-o para mim...e deixa-me triste quando me agradecem o carinho, a saudade, os gestos...parece que foi uma coisa obrigada...quando não foi, foi sentida e foi querida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Portanto, para quem ainda não aprendeu...fica mais uma vez o recado...não me agradeçam o que sinto!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Podia dizer obrigada...mas não, estou a sorrir!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116551411117329862?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116551411117329862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116551411117329862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116551411117329862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116551411117329862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/12/outra-coisa-que-no-gosto.html' title='Outra coisa que NÃO gosto...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116526052497635062</id><published>2006-12-04T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:34:29.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/1600/490792/IMG_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/200/497414/IMG_1291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/1600/76256/IMG_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                    FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO POKANINA!!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116526052497635062?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116526052497635062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116526052497635062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116526052497635062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116526052497635062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/12/feliz-aniversrio-pokanina.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116525926951191003</id><published>2006-12-04T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:07:49.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/1600/782406/26786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6914/3921/320/974583/26786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Miguel Veloso é um dos recentes talentos da afinada máquina de formação do Sporting e na sua estreia entre a principal equipa dos “leões” o defesa promete muito trabalho na tentativa de encontrar o seu espaço&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Estou contigo!!! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116525926951191003?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116525926951191003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116525926951191003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116525926951191003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116525926951191003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/12/miguel-veloso-um-dos-recentes-talentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116525818639360740</id><published>2006-12-04T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:24:10.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ben Harper - Walk Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Tagl_OaE2GE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Dedicado a alguém que apesar de longe(em todos sentidos!)...não é esquecido! )&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no- here comes that sun again.&lt;br /&gt;And (that) means another day without you my friend(...)&lt;br /&gt;(...)But sometimes - sometimes, you just have to walk away - walk away")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116525818639360740?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116525818639360740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116525818639360740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116525818639360740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116525818639360740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/12/ben-harper-walk-away-dedicado-algum.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116413074208257887</id><published>2006-11-21T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:39:02.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A carta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Excerto de uma carta da pessoa x para a pessoa y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Sempre vi no tempo a única forma de amadurecer e “validar” os sentimentos, porque quanto mais tempo passa mais ricos são os sentimentos, não duvides. Porque os sentimentos não acabam apenas mudam.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus por ti, não mudaram, apenas amadureceram…talvez, por isso, seja tão difícil entenderes o que vai dentro de mim…a euforia da paixão, da discussão, do ciúme desmedido deu lugar a uma coisa maior, a algo que tu, por enquanto, não consegues compreender…perguntas-me tu: “ E? Isso é melhor”? Não é uma questão de ser melhor ou pior, é a certeza que cresceu…&lt;br /&gt;Esperar por um “mapa”?! Soa-me bem, porque ao contrário do que a maior parte das pessoas pensa, eu sonho muito, ainda acredito no “amor e uma cabana”. Encontrar-te a ti? Mesmo que esse mapa chegue até mim, bem sabes que nunca te vou procurar. Gosto demasiado de ti para o fazer. Porque também sabes que se o fizesses era por uma memória de um passado, e eu não conseguiria te ver, apesar de sonhar com isso, lado a lado comigo, infeliz…! Esta é a prova de como eu realmente gosto de ti, a prova de como tu és o “tal” da minha vida. A partir daqui és “livre”".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;É isto o amor?! Perguntou-me a pessoa que escreveu a carta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Não sei, respondi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Mas é autêntico, disse eu depois de cinco longos minutos de silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Repondeu-me, não me orgulho de mim ou da pessoa para quem escrevi orgulho-me de ter sentido assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Não respondi...sorri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116413074208257887?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116413074208257887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116413074208257887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116413074208257887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116413074208257887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/carta.html' title='A carta!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116405605441263517</id><published>2006-11-20T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:54:14.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À minha mana! *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/1600/Sorriso!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/320/Sorriso%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/1600/IMG_3304.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babita...&lt;br /&gt;                ... só depende da intensidade do sorriso!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116405605441263517?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116405605441263517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116405605441263517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116405605441263517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116405605441263517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/minha-mana.html' title='À minha mana! *'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116345678552819729</id><published>2006-11-13T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T15:54:39.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She's only happy in the sun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/1600/DSCF2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/400/DSCF2318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116345678552819729?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116345678552819729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116345678552819729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116345678552819729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116345678552819729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/shes-only-happy-in-sun.html' title='She&apos;s only happy in the sun...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116338446146640446</id><published>2006-11-13T02:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T03:25:57.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não gosto..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...que me digam: "há pessoas que estão piores que tu"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A maioria das pessoas dizem-me isto na tentativa de confortar, a verdade é que não é de forma nenhuma reconfortante ouvir estas palavras. Só faz com que piore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Primeiro, tenho consciência disso, no entanto, não deixo de sentir o que estou a sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Segundo, por vezes estas palavras trazem a ideia de que a pessoa que as diz não está é com paciência para me ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Terceiro, estranhamente ninguém diz o inverso e não deixa de ser verdade, não é? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Por isso, não me digam estas palavras...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116338446146640446?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116338446146640446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116338446146640446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116338446146640446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116338446146640446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-gosto_12.html' title='Não gosto..'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116337967927189401</id><published>2006-11-13T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:27:12.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Choveu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/1600/images.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/320/images.2.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...práticamente o fim-de-semana todo...!&lt;br /&gt;Há quem assegure que o sol brilhou...mas eu não o senti! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Estava certamente no sítio errado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116337967927189401?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116337967927189401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116337967927189401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116337967927189401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116337967927189401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/choveu.html' title='Choveu...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116304187127623183</id><published>2006-11-09T03:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T04:26:41.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Enquanto houver sol"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/1600/images%202.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/400/images%202.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quando não houver saída&lt;br /&gt;Quando não houver mais solução&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há de haver saída&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma idéia vale uma vida&lt;br /&gt;Quando não houver esperança&lt;br /&gt;Quando não restar nem ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há de haver esperança&lt;br /&gt;Em cada um de nós, algo de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;br /&gt;Ainda haverá&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;br /&gt;Quando não houver caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem amor, sem direção&lt;br /&gt;A sós ninguém está sozinho&lt;br /&gt;É caminhando que se faz o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Quando não houver desejo&lt;br /&gt;Quando não restar nem mesmo dor&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há de haver desejo&lt;br /&gt;Em cada um de nós, aonde Deus colocou&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;br /&gt;Ainda haverá&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;br /&gt;Ainda haverá&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;br /&gt;Ainda haverá&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;( Cátia...apesar de tudo alegra-me ouvir esta música :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116304187127623183?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116304187127623183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116304187127623183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116304187127623183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116304187127623183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/enquanto-houver-sol.html' title='&quot;Enquanto houver sol&quot;'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116284591325425968</id><published>2006-11-06T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:46:30.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem és tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se reagir como a maioria das pessoas reage a esta pergunta, direi o meu nome. Mas se insistirem, começarei a descrever-me. Sou uma rapariga...sou morena...sou baixa ou alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas será que é isto que se quer saber quando se faz este tipo de pergunta?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Segundo a minha mãe sou BASTANTE desorganizada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo o meu pai, infantil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo a minha irmã, introvertida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo a minha avó, respondona; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo o Luís, mau feitio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo o Pedro, teimosa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo a Maria João, boa amiga;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo a Mónikinha, branda de mais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo um cliente da minha mãe, pouco simpática mas profissional :);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo o Tiago, inteligente emocionalmente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;segundo o significado dos nomes, tem tendência a mostrar calma nos momentos mais difíceis da vida. Preocupa-se em estabelecer boas relações com seus vizinhos e conhecidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Segundo eu...sou isto tudo e talvez um pouco mais...porque é através dos olhos dos que me são próximos que descubro quem sou...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Portanto a essa pergunta...remeto a resposta aos que me são próximos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116284591325425968?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116284591325425968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116284591325425968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116284591325425968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116284591325425968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/quem-s-tu.html' title='Quem és tu?'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116283937453082818</id><published>2006-11-06T19:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:59:26.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ben Harper &amp;amp; The Innocent Criminals - Steal My Kisses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/1LqWvzck6Qs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu estive lá com a minha Babi! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;MARRIED ME!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116283937453082818?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116283937453082818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116283937453082818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116283937453082818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116283937453082818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/ben-harper-innocent-criminals-steal-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116283106202415115</id><published>2006-11-06T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:37:42.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não seria capaz de viver sem os meus amigos. Gosto de saber que existem e que são como são. Quando me sinto triste penso em todos eles e asseguro-me que estão todos presentes e próximos de mim. Próximos do coração, claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Os meus amigos são verdadeiros...sinto-o nas palavras, nos gestos, no silêncio...! Mas para além disto...sinto-o pela liberdade. Seguem o seu caminho e deixam-me seguir o meu. Estão em mim mas não vivem por mim. Seguram-me mas não me prendem. Sabem que preciso de ser livre e dão-me essa liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..."a amizade é como o amor. Parece diferente mas é quase igual". A grande vantagem , na amizade, é que existe menos posse, mais liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gosto, portanto, do amor dos meus amigos... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(Enumerá-los seria possivel mas prefiro que cada um sinta que me estou a referir a eles :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116283106202415115?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116283106202415115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116283106202415115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116283106202415115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116283106202415115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/aos-meus-amigos.html' title='Aos meus amigos...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116282962879669456</id><published>2006-11-06T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:13:50.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/1600/lamego.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6914/3921/400/lamego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A saudade não é uma qualidade invejável. Faz parte da vida de todas as pessoas (mais de umas que doutras). E embora a tomemos com «uma instituição» que, para além do vinho do Porto, nos caracteriza e distingue, a saudade é um  «ó tempo volta p'ra trás» : o que fica sempre que a esperança empalidece ou não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116282962879669456?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116282962879669456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116282962879669456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116282962879669456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116282962879669456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/saudade.html' title='A saudade...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203628.post-116282860794703676</id><published>2006-11-06T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:56:47.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como esquecer?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quantas vezes nos deparamos com esta pergunta?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Muitas vezes? Algumas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uma vez ao ler Eduardo Sá...surpreendeu-me a forma como ele comparou a tentativa de esquecer alguém ou alguma coisa ao contar carneiros para adormecer...torna-nos mais despertos para ela e incomoda em vez de sossegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A conclusão?... A melhor forma de ficar preso a um pensamento é fugir dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A máxima?...A melhor forma de esquecer é fazer por recordar; muitas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203628-116282860794703676?l=naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/feeds/116282860794703676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203628&amp;postID=116282860794703676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116282860794703676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203628/posts/default/116282860794703676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naopodeestarsempreachover.blogspot.com/2006/11/como-esquecer.html' title='Como esquecer?...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09346835858536327385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0000/207/586/RRQF4G207586-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
