<?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-5603658038357384512</id><updated>2012-01-10T14:42:55.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Aproveita a Vida</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma vida é uma obra de arte. Não há poema mais belo que viver em plenitude. (George Clemenceau)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-2265519412682361958</id><published>2012-01-10T14:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:42:55.559Z</updated><title type='text'>Diz-me que sim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKEXR_OFoH8/TwxOYBYynCI/AAAAAAAAALw/agdUOQWGg5s/s1600/8677131_VK4zB.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKEXR_OFoH8/TwxOYBYynCI/AAAAAAAAALw/agdUOQWGg5s/s320/8677131_VK4zB.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696013803313077282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Fala, diz-me o que estás a pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Oiço, sinto o que estás sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Abre, abre a mão aos teus medos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Deixa-me estar onde estás&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Diz-me que sim, estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Nada nos vai separar nem dividir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Quero estar junto a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Estou aqui…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Diz-me que sim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Quero ser o teu barco no cais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt; Talvez, te possa levar para mim…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;E libertar-te neste mar de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Deixa-me cobrir-te de sol…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;Diz-me que sim, estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;Nada nos vai separar nem dividir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;Quero estar junto a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;Estou aqui…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Quando te sentires que te vais perder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;sabes... que não te vou deixar cair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Vou estar aqui, até ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Diz-me que sim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Diz-me que sim, estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Nada nos vai separar nem dividir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Quero estar junto a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Estou aqui…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;Diz-me que sim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5603658038357384512-2265519412682361958?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2265519412682361958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/diz-me-que-sim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2265519412682361958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2265519412682361958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2012/01/diz-me-que-sim.html' title='Diz-me que sim...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKEXR_OFoH8/TwxOYBYynCI/AAAAAAAAALw/agdUOQWGg5s/s72-c/8677131_VK4zB.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-5951893601334827315</id><published>2011-11-23T20:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:12:53.929Z</updated><title type='text'>Um papel e uma caneta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RUJ_7_SgPHo/Ts1gcWia3xI/AAAAAAAAALY/TS2CCNuPqd8/s400/tumblr_le3lhwl9Lu1qcmo4po1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678300745386614546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quando pegamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;num papel e numa caneta e começamos a escrever tudo que sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; por vezes sai coisas que não queríamos que saíssem, coisas que já há muito tempo estavam guardadas, coisas que fazem o coração chorar, coisas que nos fazem pensar, coias que nos fazem chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Porque razão nos faz bem pegar num papel e numa caneta e escrever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Será que nos faz bem ou será que é uma maneira de percebermos que não há ninguém que possamos falar daquilo que escrevemos. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E serrá que aquilo que escrevemos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ente-se com o coração mas escrevesse com a razão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que todas as lágrimas que o coração deita são transmitidas para o papel? Ou será que as lágrimas são demais para transmitir em palavras?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;E será que há alguém com que possamos e conseguimos falar com o coração? Ou será que a vida foi mesmo feita só para alguns a conseguirem viver?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E será que vale apena viver?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-Gclq0J4As/Ts1hFtGawJI/AAAAAAAAALk/XGoxwuPas7o/s400/heart%2Bbag%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678301455817818258" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 354px; " /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RUJ_7_SgPHo/Ts1gcWia3xI/AAAAAAAAALY/TS2CCNuPqd8/s1600/tumblr_le3lhwl9Lu1qcmo4po1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-5951893601334827315?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5951893601334827315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-papel-e-uma-caneta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5951893601334827315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5951893601334827315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-papel-e-uma-caneta.html' title='Um papel e uma caneta...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RUJ_7_SgPHo/Ts1gcWia3xI/AAAAAAAAALY/TS2CCNuPqd8/s72-c/tumblr_le3lhwl9Lu1qcmo4po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3821892381729375773</id><published>2011-11-08T22:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:23:03.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo para parar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;É neste tempo, neste pouco tempo, que parou tento descrever os meus sentimentos, ou parte deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mas neste momento há apenas uma palavras que me sai da cabeça e que apesar de pequenina tem um significado enorme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eh5J75bPL9E/Trmrmw08VfI/AAAAAAAAALM/5zU9qA9CStI/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDinarte.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672753888080188914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;AMO-TE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5603658038357384512-3821892381729375773?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3821892381729375773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/tempo-para-parar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3821892381729375773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3821892381729375773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/tempo-para-parar.html' title='Tempo para parar!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eh5J75bPL9E/Trmrmw08VfI/AAAAAAAAALM/5zU9qA9CStI/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDinarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-6247941966562236401</id><published>2011-10-02T12:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T12:30:16.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas que nos fazem realmente Feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CphbvRyzjSo/TohLF0vUmmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hE5b4hYvdq8/s1600/DSC08402%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658855495219583586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CphbvRyzjSo/TohLF0vUmmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hE5b4hYvdq8/s320/DSC08402%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando tudo parecia mau, quando tudo parecia confuso, quando tudo parecia não ter fim, quando tudo parecia doer tanto, encontrei-te. Sim, porque já estávas lá, à muito tempo que estávas ao meu lado e nunca me deixas-te, embora sempre pensei que estáva sozinha, que todos me tinham abandonado, quando sempre pedi uma resposta a Deus e pensei que ainda não tinha chegado, quando essa resposta já tinha chegado à mais de 2 anos. Espero que essa seja a resposta por muito mais anos, porque o sorriso me me fazes sentir hoje é um sentimento que se quer para a vida. A alegria que me fazes sentir, a protecção, a calma ... é algo demasiado bom para ser só alguem tempo. É sincero o que sinto, e é sincero todas as minhas Desculpas e Obrigadas. És alguem mesmo importante, e por isso e por muito mais é que arrisco dizer que AMO-TE.&lt;br /&gt;Deus deu-me algo de muito bom e não posso desperdição. Deus é grande e bom, e sabe o melhor para mim, e se é esta é a vontade dele... Que seja por muito mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que és importante?&lt;/em&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/5603658038357384512-6247941966562236401?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6247941966562236401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-coisas-que-nos-fazem-realmente-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6247941966562236401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6247941966562236401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-coisas-que-nos-fazem-realmente-feliz.html' title='Há coisas que nos fazem realmente Feliz!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CphbvRyzjSo/TohLF0vUmmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hE5b4hYvdq8/s72-c/DSC08402%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3041811820959004021</id><published>2011-09-08T21:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:05:32.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem sentido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35UMZnnVCZo/TmktItY9EHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lGK5yvzeHqE/s1600/duvida003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650096835159462002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35UMZnnVCZo/TmktItY9EHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lGK5yvzeHqE/s200/duvida003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes nem consigo perceber qual o sentido de tudo isto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por vezes há uma vós que fala lá bem fundo, e me &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;iz que estou correta. E ás vezes s&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;tuações e sentimentos que me fazem se&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;tir sozinha e triste por estar a virar as costas a um outro sentimento. E ainda ás vezes só sinto um vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Senhor que queres de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estou correta&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter medo?&lt;br /&gt;E porquê este vazio ás vezes?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ás vezes tanta &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;legria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Agarra-me senhor&lt;/span&gt;, pega-me na mão e most&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;a-me qual o caminho que queres que eu vá, qual o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;caminho da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ser como Maria&lt;/span&gt;, aquela que sorria a olhar ao céu e quando &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rezava&lt;/span&gt; ficava séria, que se entregou com &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;odo o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; carinho. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis aqui tua serva, eis aqui tua escrava.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-3041811820959004021?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3041811820959004021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/09/sem-sentido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3041811820959004021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3041811820959004021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/09/sem-sentido.html' title='Sem sentido...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35UMZnnVCZo/TmktItY9EHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lGK5yvzeHqE/s72-c/duvida003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-4065501291060614618</id><published>2011-08-23T18:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:30:33.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que diasss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haoj6CkV1nc/TlPjRjWT0OI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4T_DyxYmH90/s1600/JMJ%2B1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644104648711459042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haoj6CkV1nc/TlPjRjWT0OI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4T_DyxYmH90/s400/JMJ%2B1350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Aqui estou eu novamente sentada a frente do meu computador e a tentar me concentrar para ver o que escrever. Depois das Jornadas Mundiais da Juventude e decorreu do dia 10.08.2011 a 22.08.2011 em Madrid, muitas coisa há para dizer começando pelas pessoas maravilhosas que conheci, mas novas culturas que vi, diferente pessoas e acabando pela presença do Papa Bento XVI. Há sentimento difíceis de explicar, e no momento que vi o Papa foi um sentimento difícil de explicar, é como se fosse as "borboletas na barriga".&lt;br /&gt;"A igreja precisa de vocês meus jovens e vocês precisam da igreja. Estou orgulhoso de vocês" Papa Bento XVI. Há coisas que ficam para sempre guardadas no nosso coração. Ouve coisas menos boas como sempre há, mas há coisas que vale apena para aquele pequeno minuto.&lt;br /&gt;Foi dias de:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Confusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Muitos sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Convívio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Amizades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Graças a Deus que tive a oportunidade de Participar nestas JMJ.&lt;br /&gt;E nada acontece por acasoo.... =)&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/5603658038357384512-4065501291060614618?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4065501291060614618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-diasss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/4065501291060614618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/4065501291060614618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-diasss.html' title='Que diasss.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haoj6CkV1nc/TlPjRjWT0OI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4T_DyxYmH90/s72-c/JMJ%2B1350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3038207305152503975</id><published>2011-06-20T12:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:01:07.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá-me forças, Senhor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkayBqOvcxQ/Tf82Y9k2CVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uqw-fX7lsGk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620270662455527762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkayBqOvcxQ/Tf82Y9k2CVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uqw-fX7lsGk/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Dá-me forças para Te seguir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Dá-me segurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;para voar pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;com firmeza e convicção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Dá-me luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Para que eu não me perca pelo cominho, pois sou frágil e pequenina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;diante de Tua grandeza, Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Estou fraca e carente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Oh Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Toma-me em teus braços &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;embale-me e acalme-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Tira toda a tristeza do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Alivia a minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Ilumina a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Toma a direcção de todos os meus actos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Pois sem Ti, Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Eu não sou ninguém!&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/5603658038357384512-3038207305152503975?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3038207305152503975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/da-me-forcas-senhor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3038207305152503975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3038207305152503975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/da-me-forcas-senhor.html' title='Dá-me forças, Senhor!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkayBqOvcxQ/Tf82Y9k2CVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uqw-fX7lsGk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-8083619097944058860</id><published>2011-06-09T23:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:16:28.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje foi o dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qACk8PFhRJk/TfFGL5k0pgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/70Y2JA-jgUI/s1600/P8150041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616347380555490818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qACk8PFhRJk/TfFGL5k0pgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/70Y2JA-jgUI/s320/P8150041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Chegou ao dia das decisões, que por muito que te sintas sergura &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;doi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer?! NÃO, nunca te vou esquecer, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NUNCA!&lt;/span&gt; Nunca vou esquecer o que passamos juntos, o que fizesmos juntos, nunca vou esquecer nada..!&lt;br /&gt;Importante?! Acho que nem devia ser uma pergunta, porque sempre foste, és e sempre serás mesmo muito.&lt;br /&gt;Passei muito por estar contigo, e tive momentos contigo que não em vou esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tens um lugar central no meu &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;. Que &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; nos ilumine.&lt;br /&gt;Estou sempre aqui, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMIGO!&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/5603658038357384512-8083619097944058860?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8083619097944058860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoje-foi-o-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8083619097944058860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8083619097944058860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoje-foi-o-dia.html' title='Hoje foi o dia...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qACk8PFhRJk/TfFGL5k0pgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/70Y2JA-jgUI/s72-c/P8150041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-6365947638338751997</id><published>2011-06-02T21:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:23:30.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espirito Santo*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;Quando sentes que as forças te faltam&lt;br /&gt;E a solidão invade o teu ser&lt;br /&gt;Acredita que podes mudar&lt;br /&gt;E enfrentar o que te faz sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;Despertar e transformar a vida&lt;br /&gt;E confiar que Deus está em nós&lt;br /&gt;Sermos luz que a todos ilumina&lt;br /&gt;Acredita que nunca estamos sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;Obrigada Senhor pela força&lt;br /&gt;Que o Teu abraço em mim faz sentir&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me coragem para ser contigo&lt;br /&gt;Alguém sempre disposto a servir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a força que me faz erguer&lt;br /&gt;A esperança que me faz lutar&lt;br /&gt;Contigo sei que posso vencer&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar que vale apena Amar(bis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;Tu és a força que me faz erguer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: You Raise mt up&lt;br /&gt;Letra: Magna (GES)&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/5603658038357384512-6365947638338751997?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6365947638338751997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/espirito-santo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6365947638338751997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6365947638338751997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/espirito-santo.html' title='Espirito Santo*'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3107651161249695175</id><published>2011-05-21T21:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:02:45.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma dor de um NÃO para sempre na acerteza de sim confiante.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGfh_jH7jUs/TdgoQcZmFII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y1blUeiYF8g/s1600/Tree_Lined_Street_by_letoile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609277598856516738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGfh_jH7jUs/TdgoQcZmFII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y1blUeiYF8g/s400/Tree_Lined_Street_by_letoile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5603658038357384512-3107651161249695175?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3107651161249695175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-dor-de-um-nao-para-sempre-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3107651161249695175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3107651161249695175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-dor-de-um-nao-para-sempre-na.html' title='Uma dor de um NÃO para sempre na acerteza de sim confiante.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGfh_jH7jUs/TdgoQcZmFII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y1blUeiYF8g/s72-c/Tree_Lined_Street_by_letoile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-802496971478160006</id><published>2011-04-05T21:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:17:39.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diga-me, quantos anos tenho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZK_BBw5aRA/TZt41i_5aOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YQlIhyY6vU4/s1600/717s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592196223633811682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZK_BBw5aRA/TZt41i_5aOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YQlIhyY6vU4/s400/717s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Então diga-me, quantos anos tenho? Em que escola é que estou? Como são as minhas notas? Como é que tenho andado, triste, feliz, aborrecida, com muito trabalho? Tenho namorado ou não? Como está a minha saúde? Mas afinal conhece-me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pois não sei...!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;S0u boa ou má pessoa? A mim parece-me que a seus olhos pior pessoa não pode existir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Será que quando fala comigo dá para ser sem gritar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Será que tudo isto é por me amar, ou há mais alguma coisa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Será que sou mesmo má pessoa, e quem está a reagir mal sou eu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Será que nunca tenho razão e simplesmente sou uma rapariga que não dá valor nada, mimada, que gosta de se fazer de vitima, sem conheciemento do que é a vida real? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E será que algum dia me poderá responder a tanta pergunta (sem gritar, sem brigar, sem chorar, sem gozar...)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E será o que sinto é &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ou é outro sintimento o qual não sei o nome que simplesmente existe desconhecimento, carinho, interrese, confução, tristeza... E então quem sou eu...?&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/5603658038357384512-802496971478160006?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/802496971478160006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/diga-me-quantos-anos-tenho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/802496971478160006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/802496971478160006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/diga-me-quantos-anos-tenho.html' title='Diga-me, quantos anos tenho?'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZK_BBw5aRA/TZt41i_5aOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YQlIhyY6vU4/s72-c/717s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7187203430241301446</id><published>2011-01-22T19:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:08:21.511Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei que lhe desiludi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TTs5Eop5CvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BVbURxnJnZo/s1600/mulher-triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565104516341762802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TTs5Eop5CvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BVbURxnJnZo/s400/mulher-triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu sei que sim? Sei que estava à espera que eu fosse outra pessoa, a pessoa certa, a pessoa que todos pensavam que eu era. As palavras me faltam, como me faltaram, não consigo explicar o porquê disto tudo, a partir de agora sei que será só desilusões. Minhas, suas de todos. Há momentos que as desculpas são desnecessárias, há momentos que as maldades já estão feitas e não há nada a dizer. Arrependimento? Para quê? Trabalhar? Sim... muito! Felicidade? Não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Para quê lutar por uma coisa que não me faz feliz, mas será que só sou eu que erro? Será que sou assim tão criança que não consigo perceber os vossos lados. Todos pensaram que era a rapariga ideal, mas não sou, e desculpa a todos aqueles que desiludi. Desculpa aquelas pessoas que investiram em mim, em todos os sentimentos, mas não sou a rapariga ideal nem sou a rapariga forte. Mas um dia todos vão saber quem realmente sou eu (incluindo eu própria). Há coisas que achamos prioritárias porque simplesmente nos deixam mais felizes, mas será que são assim tão prioritárias? Pois não sei, mas sei que quero lutar para ser Feliz, e sei que para isso inclui lhe perder, e está apenas a começar. Se alguém disse que a vida era complicada errou! Nós é que lhe complicamos, e há alturas quando está demasiado complicada e não dá para se virar para mais nenhum lado, o que fazer? Pois, sofrer as consequências, aqui vêem elas!&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/5603658038357384512-7187203430241301446?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7187203430241301446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-sei-que-lhe-desiludi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7187203430241301446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7187203430241301446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-sei-que-lhe-desiludi.html' title='Eu sei que lhe desiludi.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TTs5Eop5CvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BVbURxnJnZo/s72-c/mulher-triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-6621315602154517012</id><published>2010-12-02T12:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:23:16.288Z</updated><title type='text'>e eu aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TPeZqvMigUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cUBiLuAJ28k/s1600/feldkirch-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546070425632670018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TPeZqvMigUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cUBiLuAJ28k/s200/feldkirch-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TPeZ28PJEmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/i0RH8Duw6E4/s1600/Feldkirch-Conservatorio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 332px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546070635291677282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TPeZ28PJEmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/i0RH8Duw6E4/s200/Feldkirch-Conservatorio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E aqui estou eu num mondo escuro e cinzento, mas onde há a neve para que tudo fico mas branco e aconchegado. Mas sinto a falta do calor do teu amor, e do teu carinho. No meio de tanta coisa estranha, fria, diferente e ao mesmo tempo bonita sinto a tua falta. Falta de me abraçares quando tenho frio, ou quando me senti menos bem. Não sei se todo este esforço vale a pena..mas aqui estou preparada para enfrentar o frio exterior e o interior! No meio de tanta escuro apareceu um luz, pequenina, mas boa! O teu calor faz-me sempre falta, mas cá dentro está sempre o teu amor, longe, mas presente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O calor da vossa amizade também me faz um pouco mais quente e feliz. É como digo no meio de tanto escuro aparece um luz, uma luz quente, onde antes havia lágrimas, agora há sorrisos, onde havia tristeza agora há alegria, mesmo não sendo completa, mesmo achando que cá minhas forças são inúteis, luto para que tudo o que sinto e quero cá passe o oceano atlântico e chegue ai bem no vosso coração. Mas tudo na vida aluma dia mais tarde irá valer a pena, é nisso que tenho de pensar! Cá tenho novas oportunidades, novas janelas para o mundo! (:&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/5603658038357384512-6621315602154517012?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6621315602154517012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-eu-aui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6621315602154517012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6621315602154517012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-eu-aui.html' title='e eu aqui...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TPeZqvMigUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cUBiLuAJ28k/s72-c/feldkirch-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3458843109953182045</id><published>2010-11-29T12:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:42:15.657Z</updated><title type='text'>Aqui vou eu...</title><content type='html'>Aqui vou eu para mais uma aventura, uma aventura mais difícil que as outras, se quero ir? Nem sempre temos poder de escolha, mas como ela diz: -"Vai, diverte-te e quando voltares espero que tenhas gostado!". Tenho de ir aproveitar ao máximo, e o que acontecer, aconteceu. Mas há outras coisas que doem, o facto de ficar tanto tempo sem ti!! Sem teus carinhos, conselhos, abraços, beijos! :/ Mas tudo tem uma parte má e uma parte boa, além de este caso ter coisas boas, as más subresaiem mais. Aqui vou eu durante 3 semanas!!!... Beijoooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-3458843109953182045?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3458843109953182045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/aqui-vou-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3458843109953182045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3458843109953182045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/aqui-vou-eu.html' title='Aqui vou eu...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-2288378951371331355</id><published>2010-11-22T22:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:10:38.776Z</updated><title type='text'>És o orgulho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZ4L9zEjaTw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZ4L9zEjaTw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Estamos contigo, meu O.T!! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Filipe para nós já és o vencedor! ^^ E depois estaremos todos à tua espera aqui na Madeira, para fazermos uma festa, e pagares a poncha! Força Filipe, estou contigo, como o Madeira toda. Mereces tudo isto, por ser a pessoa trabalhadora que és, o exelente cantor e violinista. E já sabes que as tuas músicas fazem-me sempre chorar. Adoro.te! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-2288378951371331355?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2288378951371331355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/es-o-orgulho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2288378951371331355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2288378951371331355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/es-o-orgulho.html' title='És o orgulho'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3689306834940991803</id><published>2010-11-02T22:50:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:13:47.082Z</updated><title type='text'>Vai, mas fica sempre no meu coração.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TNCads8HAPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NdEGXSvjSmo/s1600/Irm%C3%A3s+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535093777108500722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TNCads8HAPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NdEGXSvjSmo/s200/Irm%C3%A3s+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TNCalJyHXyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4ECxUC6Hxhc/s1600/S7301098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535093905110294306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TNCalJyHXyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4ECxUC6Hxhc/s200/S7301098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TNCaX9hRQkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LnfI6x0eqBE/s1600/06-07-08_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535093678480114242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TNCaX9hRQkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LnfI6x0eqBE/s200/06-07-08_1427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre disse que só damos valor às pessoas importantes quando as perdemos, mas é errado porque não damos valor às pessoas quando elas merecem quando elas estão ao nosso lado, quando podemos lhes dizer que elas são realmente importantes para nós. Mas sabes? Quando percebemos que aquela(s) pessoa(s) mesmo muito importante(s) vai(ão) embora, é difícil, e pensamos que não agradecemos a essa(s) pessoa(s) o suficiente, que ela(s) vão e muita coisa ficou por dizer, muita coisa ficou por passar. E só lembra-mos de lhe(s) agradecer quando percebemos que podemos ficar sem essa(s) pessoa(s). Por isso vai partir, e espero que saiba que mesmo que sempre lhe tenha agradecido, hoje o agradecimento é muito maior, por aqueles momentos passado no seu gabinete, ou falávamos, riamos, chorávamos, e muita coisa cresceu ali e morreu ali, onde entrava pesada e saia muito mais leve. Porque muitos anos vão passar e quando voltar já serei Grande. Mas lembre-se que apesar de tudo não ficará longe, estará muito bem perto de mim, de um lugar onde nunca saiu, do meu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Obrigada por tudo, e desculpa se o obrigado e tudo o resto veio demasiado tarde. Mas infelizmente a tristeza também existe, porque apesar de nunca lhe esquecer e saber que nunca me vai esquecer, não vou poder lhe abraçar, sentir protecção e saber que está bem. Mas sei que daqui a 6? 7? anos a Alegria será muito grande. Estarei aqui, sempre com o coração a sua aberto para si. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Obrigada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; por nunca ter desistido de mim, obrigada por me ter dado vontade para viver, obrigada por me fazer ter mais Fé, obrigada por cuidar de mim, obrigada por todos aqueles sorrisos, abraços, concelhos, um ombro... Obrigada por ter sido minha &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijo Forte!&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/5603658038357384512-3689306834940991803?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3689306834940991803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/vai-mas-fica-sempre-no-meu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3689306834940991803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3689306834940991803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/vai-mas-fica-sempre-no-meu-coracao.html' title='Vai, mas fica sempre no meu coração.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TNCads8HAPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NdEGXSvjSmo/s72-c/Irm%C3%A3s+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-2625807132974057859</id><published>2010-09-30T18:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:13:12.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Logo vocês? :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TKTSBfkXFvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aaTgRcqti8Q/s1600/3093684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522769966158780146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TKTSBfkXFvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aaTgRcqti8Q/s200/3093684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não há palavras para descrever tamanho de tanta tristeza, de tanta revolta, de tanta confusão. Porque eram e são, as pessoas que nunca desistiram de mim, as pessoas que amo e vou amar sempre. Vingança é um nome que não estava no meu dicionário, mas a partir deste dia, vai haver vingança para aquele que simplesmente destruiu a minha relação com as pessoas que tinha de mais especial. Essas pessoas fizeram tudo por mim, e alguém achou de destruir tudo. Um dia todos vão perceber que posso ter mudado, até para pior ou melhor, mas nunca, nunca era capaz de trair uma amizade. Porque acreditem ou não, tudo o que vos disse antes e mesmo hoje, é tua verdadeiro, que são mesmo muito importantes para mim e que eu nunca, nunca disse aquilo de vocês. Espero que tudo volte a ser como antigamente. Adoro.vos&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/5603658038357384512-2625807132974057859?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2625807132974057859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/logo-voces-s.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2625807132974057859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2625807132974057859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/logo-voces-s.html' title='Logo vocês? :S'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TKTSBfkXFvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aaTgRcqti8Q/s72-c/3093684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7474879682259111942</id><published>2010-09-23T18:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:55:55.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dou por mim a pensar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Dou por mim a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pensar&lt;/span&gt; o que poderia fazer, o que poderia ter feito, que ainda posso fazer... Mas depois penso &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"e tudo isto valo a pena?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lutar&lt;/span&gt;, lutar, lutar...e não ter a certezas de nada. :(* Dizem que quanto mais subimos a queda é maior, será &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;melhor subir sempre com medo de cair, ou nem subir?. :o&lt;/span&gt; Por vezes tudo parece tão calmo outras, tudo é muito confuso e &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dói&lt;/span&gt;. A vida é feita para ser vivida, para rirmos com ela, para chorarmos com ela...mas tudo isto vale a pena? E que nos espera o &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Futuro...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São muitas perguntas que continuam sem resposta, e cada dia que passa as perguntas são mais e mais pesadas. &lt;strong&gt;Vou conseguir? Não vou conseguir? Vale a pena? Não vale a pena? Quero? Não quero?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também nunca ninguém disse que viver era fácil, mas também não disseram que era tão &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520168947839816354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TJuUaTQiUqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bOxgO46QL7g/s320/s320x240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Xana (23.09.2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-7474879682259111942?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7474879682259111942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/dou-por-mim-pensar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7474879682259111942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7474879682259111942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/dou-por-mim-pensar.html' title='Dou por mim a pensar...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TJuUaTQiUqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bOxgO46QL7g/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3505904944722930170</id><published>2010-09-14T18:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:43:54.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e tudo começou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TI-z-sh2HRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/n-1gVHBPUzE/s1600/s320x240r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516825958238526738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TI-z-sh2HRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/n-1gVHBPUzE/s400/s320x240r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt; E tudo começou outra vez, e nada mudou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-3505904944722930170?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3505904944722930170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-tudo-comecou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3505904944722930170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3505904944722930170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-tudo-comecou.html' title='e tudo começou...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TI-z-sh2HRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/n-1gVHBPUzE/s72-c/s320x240r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7931659493195630637</id><published>2010-08-12T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:14:06.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seja Forte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jp25VBH0VVw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jp25VBH0VVw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-7931659493195630637?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7931659493195630637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/seja-forte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7931659493195630637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7931659493195630637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/seja-forte.html' title='Seja Forte.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7909649238305886890</id><published>2010-07-29T18:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T18:11:49.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para alguém especial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje decide dizer que te amo de uma forma um pouco diferente, vejamos isto como uma carta, e nesta carta vai tudo aquilo que sinto, mas de outra maneira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499375108357346322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TFG0hixD1BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-KM0qJoZt08/s200/3472521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quero dizer-te que acabar o dia a escrever alguma coisa para alguém tão importante é gratificante, porque tenho a certeza que todo este amor não é em vão, e cada palavra, gesto que tiver vão ser compensados com aquele beijos, abraços, carinhos que sempre quero e abe tão bem. é sempre bom quando estás mais perto e te posso dizer tudo isto, mas hoje quero ser um pouco diferente apessar do sentimento ninca ser diferente, aliás sim é diferente de cada dia porque percebo a cada dia que passa que és o homem que quero por muit mais tempo, que quero dar tudo o carinho que possa dar a alguém e ser feliz contigo ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499376166598199410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TFG1fJBVyHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DGZyAXwTQY0/s200/2591107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;De: A pessoa que te ama perdidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Para: A pessoa que não quero perder&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/5603658038357384512-7909649238305886890?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7909649238305886890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/para-alguem-especial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7909649238305886890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7909649238305886890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/para-alguem-especial.html' title='Para alguém especial.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TFG0hixD1BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-KM0qJoZt08/s72-c/3472521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7231723942490846639</id><published>2010-07-28T16:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:26:20.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Fátima rezei por ti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TFBMDP6Bo3I/AAAAAAAAAII/59hDtLh4bCs/s1600/DSCF5609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498978763712602994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TFBMDP6Bo3I/AAAAAAAAAII/59hDtLh4bCs/s400/DSCF5609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Em Fátima rezei por ti, para que voltasses a ser o que era, que tudo voltasse a ser maravilhoso. Para que em vez de querer fugir de ti, querer estar bem perto como antes, falar, rir... Rezei para que ficasses bem, rezei porque sei que Ela te vai ajudar só tens de deixar. Por favor faz isso por mim, pelos teus amigos, pela tua família mas principalmente por ti. Não, não vieste só a esta vida para sofrer, como tu disses-te, mas vieste a esta vida para deixar algo de ti cá, Deus tem uma missão para ti, apessar de pensares que já não tens nada a fazer, mas ainda tens e muito, por isso é que ainda estás junto de nós. Tens de ter força, porque também preciso da tua força. Agora peso-te abre o teu coração para que Nossa senhora de Fátima te possa ajudar. Em Fátima rezei por ti, mas também por todas aquelas pessoas que me são especiais, ou me fazem falta, ou que precisam da minha oração, rezei porque sei que Ela ajudará todos, ela ouviu-me tenho a certeza, agora só espero que todos deixem ela ajudar.&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/5603658038357384512-7231723942490846639?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7231723942490846639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-fatima-rezei-por-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7231723942490846639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7231723942490846639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-fatima-rezei-por-ti.html' title='Em Fátima rezei por ti.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TFBMDP6Bo3I/AAAAAAAAAII/59hDtLh4bCs/s72-c/DSCF5609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-8255469116458155445</id><published>2010-07-05T23:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:00:02.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor é e será sempre o Amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor é uma força indestrutível&lt;br /&gt;ele sempre vence as barreiras do egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;para lá dos pensamentos inssanos&lt;br /&gt;manipuladores daqueles que vivem&lt;br /&gt;à sombra dos outros...&lt;br /&gt;O amor ama as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;mas derrota as atitudes&lt;br /&gt;nefastas e destruidoras&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;/em&gt;continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; sendo amor,&lt;br /&gt;ajudando a crescer&lt;br /&gt;quem amamos,&lt;br /&gt;com quem nos cruzamos...&lt;br /&gt;O amor é limpo,&lt;br /&gt;suave amável e delicado&lt;br /&gt;vive limpo e tem cheiro&lt;br /&gt;de perfume Celestial!&lt;br /&gt;O nosso reservatório&lt;br /&gt;não se contaminará&lt;br /&gt;com a fonte do mal,&lt;br /&gt;porque sendo amor&lt;br /&gt;ele cobre o mal&lt;br /&gt;lava-o e transforma-o&lt;br /&gt;com a fonte que jorra&lt;br /&gt;do trono da graça&lt;br /&gt;e é incondicional!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por: Alice Barros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-8255469116458155445?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8255469116458155445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-amor-e-e-sera-sempre-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8255469116458155445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8255469116458155445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-amor-e-e-sera-sempre-o-amor.html' title='O amor é e será sempre o Amor!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-534585485012907648</id><published>2010-07-01T21:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:43:32.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgulho =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TCz8Da4FxEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VQ_VbI-QFGo/s1600/DSCF3663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489039181542179906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TCz8Da4FxEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VQ_VbI-QFGo/s400/DSCF3663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;És um orgulho para mim, e para todos os que te conhecem. Uma vez disseram "A Cristina é a filha que todos gostavam de ter" agora eu digo &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;és a irmã que todos gostavam de ter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; e eu sou essa sortuda por ter uma irmã assim. Que está sempre rir e põe os outros a rir, que tem objectivos na vida, que se esforça quando quer realmente uma coisa, muito amiga e linda! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Só quero que sejas Feliz, Mana, e sabes que vou estar Sempre, sempre aqui. Agora és grande já tem juízo, mas para mim serás sempre aquela menina de quem precisa da minha protecção! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Há momentos bons, momentos maus e já passamos por tudo isso e sempre juntas. Também já muito discutimos mas tudo faz parte! És importante mana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de ti (:*&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/5603658038357384512-534585485012907648?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/534585485012907648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/orgulho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/534585485012907648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/534585485012907648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/orgulho.html' title='Orgulho =)'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TCz8Da4FxEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VQ_VbI-QFGo/s72-c/DSCF3663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-1014012879537511461</id><published>2010-06-08T22:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:23:58.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Forte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKF5SwtQ4oE&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKF5SwtQ4oE&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-1014012879537511461?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1014012879537511461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/ser-forte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/1014012879537511461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/1014012879537511461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/ser-forte.html' title='Ser Forte!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-1686800734761211079</id><published>2010-06-05T20:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:23:27.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ilha dos sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TAqkIXbAaVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YI79IrRhNhE/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479372360282827090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TAqkIXbAaVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YI79IrRhNhE/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC_0261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;Era uma vez uma ilha, onde moravam todos os sentimentos: a Alegria, a Tristeza, a Sabedoria e todos os outros sentimentos. Por fim o amor. Mas, um dia, foi avisado aos moradores que aquela ilha iria afundar. Todos os sentimentos apressaram-se para sair da ilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegaram seus barcos e partiram. Mas o amor ficou, pois queria ficar mais um pouco com a ilha, antes que ela afundasse. Quando, por fim, estava quase se afogando, o Amor começou a pedir ajuda. Nesse momento estava passando a Riqueza, em um lindo barco. O Amor disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Riqueza, leve-me com você.&lt;br /&gt;- Não posso. Há muito ouro e prata no meu barco. Não há lugar para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele pediu ajuda a Vaidade, que também vinha passando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vaidade, por favor, me ajude.&lt;br /&gt;- Não posso te ajudar, Amor, você esta todo molhado e poderia estragar meu barco novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, o amor pediu ajuda a Tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tristeza, leve-me com você.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah! Amor, estou tão triste, que prefiro ir sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também passou a Alegria, mas ela estava tão alegre que nem ouviu o amor chamá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Já desesperado, o Amor começou a chorar. Foi quando ouviu uma voz chamar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vem Amor, eu levo você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era um velhinho. O Amor ficou tão feliz que esqueceu-se de perguntar o nome do velhinho. Chegando do outro lado da praia, ele perguntou a Sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sabedoria, quem era aquele velhinho que me trouxe aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sabedoria respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Era o TEMPO.&lt;br /&gt;- O Tempo? Mas porque só o Tempo me trouxe?&lt;br /&gt;- Porque só o Tempo é capaz de entender o "AMOR"."&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/5603658038357384512-1686800734761211079?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1686800734761211079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/ilha-dos-sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/1686800734761211079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/1686800734761211079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/ilha-dos-sentimentos.html' title='A ilha dos sentimentos'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/TAqkIXbAaVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YI79IrRhNhE/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-5438853308361704820</id><published>2010-05-26T22:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:48:07.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem, de Sophia de Mello Breyner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Era uma tarde de fim de Novembro, cerca de 4 h de um dia sem chuva nem sol.&lt;br /&gt;Eu caminhava no passeio depressa, a certa altura encontrei-me atrás d'um &lt;strong&gt;homem&lt;/strong&gt; pobremente vestido que levava ao colo uma criança loira, cuja beleza não se pode descrever. Passei á frente levada pelo movimento das pessoas, mas ao passar olhei para trás, o homem era extremamente belo por volta dos &lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;anos&lt;/strong&gt; com o corpo comido pela fome, a cara mostrava o belo desenho dos ossos e tinha olhos de solidão e de &lt;strong&gt;doçura&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento o homem levantou a cabeça para o &lt;strong&gt;Céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475698216295878866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S_2WhCeOUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ttwSClzlHa4/s320/OLHAND~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como contar o seu gesto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A sua cara escorria sofrimento;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha uma expressão de resignação e de pergunta;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhava muito lentamente do lado de dentro do passeio e muito direito;&lt;br /&gt;Com a cabeça levantada olhava o Céu; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o &lt;strong&gt;céu&lt;/strong&gt; era silêncio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Era como nos sonhos que queremos agir e não podemos, tinha as mãos atadas, a sua solidão separava-o de mim, sentia a cidade empurrar-me e separar-me do homem, não sabia o que fazer. Tinha a alma e as mãos pesadas de indecisão, só sabia hesitar e duvidar, estava parada e impotente.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim deixei-me levar pela onda de gente para longe do homem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a imagem do homem continuava suspensa nos meus olhos, havia alguma coisa ou alguém que eu &lt;strong&gt;reconhecia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça levantada que olhava o Céu com expressão de infinita solidão, abandono e de pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;E então percebi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pai, Pai porque me abandonaste. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475698591441578658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S_2W23_7aqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/C8cpa8cQyD4/s320/jesus-na-cruz_pai-porque-me-abandonastes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compreendi porquê é que o homem que deixara para trás não era um estranho, voltei para trás, subi a corrente do rio da multidão, temi tê-lo perdido, mas de repente vi-o. Tinha parado mas continuava a segurar a criança e olhar o Céu. Corri, empurrei as pessoas, estava a dois passos dele mas nesse momento o homem caiu ao chão, da sua boca corria um rio de sangue. Então a multidão parou e formou um círculo que me impedia de chegar e ver o homem. Depois veio a ambulância, quando o círculo se abriu o homem e a criança tinham desaparecido.&lt;br /&gt;A multidão dispersou-se e eu fiquei no passeio caminhando levada pelo movimento das pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitos anos passaram e certamente o homem está morte, mas continua ao nosso lado nas ruas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-5438853308361704820?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5438853308361704820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-homem-de-sophia-de-mello-breyner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5438853308361704820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5438853308361704820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-homem-de-sophia-de-mello-breyner.html' title='O homem, de Sophia de Mello Breyner'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S_2WhCeOUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ttwSClzlHa4/s72-c/OLHAND~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3675456431676737946</id><published>2010-05-07T21:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:27:18.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hoje, enquanto passeava pelas rua do funchal reparei o quanto o funchal era lindo, o quanto temos sorte de viver numa ilha assim. As árvores tinham flores que por vezes caiam como um carinho a cair sobre terra, os pássaros cantavam de alegria, as pessoas andavam, corriam, conversavam, simplesmente faziam a sua rotina. Quando cheguei junto ao mar, pensei também na beleza que havia fora da ilha, o fundo do mar! Muitas vezes reparamos que tudo é bonito, que tudo tem a sua beleza, que lá no fundo tudo, tudo é bonito. Mas muitas vezes não damos valor aquilo que é mais bonito e importante, o que precisa de ser bonito e importante banalizamos e só damos importância quando percebemos que estamos a perder essa coisa MUITO bonita e MUITO importante. Por isso hoje enquanto passeava, pensei que tudo aquilo que por vezes penso que é um obrigação, ou um dever tenho de perceber que é importante e tentar encontrar a beleza e a importância. Já alguém dizia "Só damos valor aquilo que gostamos quando a perdemos" e agora eu acrescento "...e quando estamos quase a perder". Ensinaram-me também que a vida não é fácil, por isso é que temos de lutar por aquilo que realmente queremos e nunca deixar que desapareça nem a coragem nem o amor. Estamos na Terra não para fazer uma passagem mas para trabalhar, para ser Feliz, para tentar mudar o mundo, porque todos nós somos capazes de mudar o mundo! Se TU fazes o bem, e apoias alguém para fazer o mesmo, e assim sucessivamente muita gente fará o bem, por tua causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468627104804470642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S-R3YLbxf3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/czlR5BrwpJ8/s320/chuva-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Há momentos que achamos tudo muito bonito, menos o mais importante!&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/5603658038357384512-3675456431676737946?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3675456431676737946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3675456431676737946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3675456431676737946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-momentos.html' title='Há momentos...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S-R3YLbxf3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/czlR5BrwpJ8/s72-c/chuva-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-5846863207499783930</id><published>2010-04-28T21:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:16:29.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, que amor é esse que nos conquistou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ziRZOPX4Mk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ziRZOPX4Mk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada Senhor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-5846863207499783930?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5846863207499783930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/jesus-que-amor-e-esse-que-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5846863207499783930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5846863207499783930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/jesus-que-amor-e-esse-que-nos.html' title='Jesus, que amor é esse que nos conquistou?'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3228794350423069211</id><published>2010-04-15T18:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:32:09.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagem Peregrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S8dRsd23xYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7kvciAYhRNg/s1600/virgem_peregrina.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460422897580885378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S8dRsd23xYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7kvciAYhRNg/s320/virgem_peregrina.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;-No passado fim de semana a Imagem Peregrina de Fátima passou pela Camacha, passou e deixou memória. Foi um dos momentos mais bonitos que a Camacha já passou. Logo a Chegada ouve imensas palmas, balões, sorrisos, motas e até ouve lágrimas. Logo de seguida houve a procissão de chegada para a Igreja. Houve também uma hora animada pelos jovens (Acólitos, Escuteiros e Grupo de Jovens). Ás 20h foi o momento mais bonito de todos, a Eucaristia. Quem animou foi a coro e o Grupo da Voz Viva, foi mesmo Lindo. Depois da Missa foi a procissão, além de muito cansativa foi LINDA, foi a procissão mais bonita que a Camacha já teve, podemos dizer que a procissão era mesmo mesmo mesmo grande. Que fé! Além do cansaço do dia, será um dia que ficará sempre na minha memória. No dia Seguinte "Domingo" não pude assistir o dia todo, mas assisti à despedida da imagem, que foi podemos dizer inesquecível, é como se todas as nossas dores fossem ali, e Ela conseguiria melhorá-los. Houve sorrisos, houve lágrimas...houve de tudo, mas valeu apena todo o cansaço. :D&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/5603658038357384512-3228794350423069211?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3228794350423069211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/imagem-peregrina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3228794350423069211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3228794350423069211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/imagem-peregrina.html' title='Imagem Peregrina'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S8dRsd23xYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7kvciAYhRNg/s72-c/virgem_peregrina.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-2491055587590877356</id><published>2010-04-08T15:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:26:36.699+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo ^^,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Martinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S73mTpeD6EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/50e6HpKdKe4/s1600/DSCF1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457771548666751042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S73mTpeD6EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/50e6HpKdKe4/s400/DSCF1742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hoje não é um dia especial, hoje não é um dia diferente, mas hoje senti necessidade de te agradecer, de te dizer que és importante para mim. Que sabes me sorrir quando eu preciso, sabes me abraçar quando eu preciso, sabes ser tonta quando é preciso, sabes chorar comigo quando eu preciso e além de seres uma "piralha" (como alguém diz :PP*) sabes sempre o que dizer. Esse corpo tão pequenino um coração tão grande. Obrigada por seres um anjinho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-2491055587590877356?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2491055587590877356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/anjo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2491055587590877356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2491055587590877356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/anjo.html' title='Anjo ^^,'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S73mTpeD6EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/50e6HpKdKe4/s72-c/DSCF1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-8731763430263863628</id><published>2010-04-08T15:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:18:02.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like you*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S73klkkH28I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RpJHDaoCtPs/s1600/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457769657564388290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S73klkkH28I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RpJHDaoCtPs/s200/s320x240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Gosto dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do toque da tua pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do teu brinquedo extra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de quando me fazes rir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das tuas histórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da tua dedicação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto que sejas compreensivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do teu sentido de responsabilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das tuas massagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ir ao cinema contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de passear contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Gosto de olhar para o telemóvel para ler uma mensagem tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ver a tua janela do Messenger a piscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos teus mimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto quando me fazes cócegas quase sem querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de quando tentas ser mau para mim e não consegues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te deixar sem saber o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ser má para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ser fofa para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto que gostes de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de gostar de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-8731763430263863628?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8731763430263863628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8731763430263863628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8731763430263863628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-like-you.html' title='I Like you*'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S73klkkH28I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RpJHDaoCtPs/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-5092652128118365205</id><published>2010-04-02T13:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:52:19.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S7XodJZW0xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/emD8j3czO7I/s1600/x1pbglk-vqL4BtCgGxF3ykjcaETYTRlFL-ihAdRfsa67eCZMOgeWqumHDyn2IDVLlJxN4p-Cmw3y1JRhKY-xzkpNYUcxZvVsFWdkpfZZBXCy7kzG5Pol2zz5VRX6vQerijs6eyoMQXkBYB4Px7arrnr3Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455522111065346834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S7XodJZW0xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/emD8j3czO7I/s400/x1pbglk-vqL4BtCgGxF3ykjcaETYTRlFL-ihAdRfsa67eCZMOgeWqumHDyn2IDVLlJxN4p-Cmw3y1JRhKY-xzkpNYUcxZvVsFWdkpfZZBXCy7kzG5Pol2zz5VRX6vQerijs6eyoMQXkBYB4Px7arrnr3Q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Hoje é dia de tristeza, dia de luto! O Nosso Mestre morreu, morreu por nós.&lt;br /&gt;A sua maior prova de amor! Há maior prova de amor do que dar a vida pelos outros?! Jesus morreu, para nos ensinar que a nossa vida não tem um fim, simplesmente a morte é uma passagem para outra vida. Ele ensinou-nos que não temos de ter medo da morte.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus viveu por nós, morreu por nós e ressuscitou por nós. Ele Disse «Felizes aqueles que acreditam sem ver». E tu Acreditas? Ele está contigo, mesmo quando não sentires ele estará sempre contigo. E tu perguntas? Então porque existe tanta tristeza, fome, guerra no mundo se ele está em todo o lado. Porque infelizmente há pessoas que não deixam o amor de Jesus entrar nos vossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de luto. Mas Domingo tudo voltará com mais força, ele irá ressuscitar. Deixa que ele ressuscite dentre de ti. Ele quer tu é que podes não deixar.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia mostraram-me um caixa que se chamava (APJF). Eu não percebia o que queriam que fizesse com aquela caixa. Disseram-me para colocar todos os problemas, tudo aquilo que eu quisesse resolver lá dentro. E assim fiz. Depois disseram que a caixa chamava-se (Algo Para Jesus Fazer). E assim fiquei muito mais descansada, porque sei que coloquei os meus problemas nas melhores mãos. Se eu deixar ele me ajudará, eu só preciso de deixar. Ele Morreu por mim, por isso vou amá-lo, como ele me amou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-5092652128118365205?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5092652128118365205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/sexta-feira-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5092652128118365205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5092652128118365205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/sexta-feira-santa.html' title='Sexta-feira Santa!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S7XodJZW0xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/emD8j3czO7I/s72-c/x1pbglk-vqL4BtCgGxF3ykjcaETYTRlFL-ihAdRfsa67eCZMOgeWqumHDyn2IDVLlJxN4p-Cmw3y1JRhKY-xzkpNYUcxZvVsFWdkpfZZBXCy7kzG5Pol2zz5VRX6vQerijs6eyoMQXkBYB4Px7arrnr3Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-5066022352314008096</id><published>2010-03-18T21:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:35:42.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-O257cAVKjo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-O257cAVKjo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-5066022352314008096?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5066022352314008096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5066022352314008096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5066022352314008096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu?'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-4482509785981590328</id><published>2010-03-16T22:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:45:38.582Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S6AJyx1aMZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2FljMHXFL_E/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449366317093761426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S6AJyx1aMZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2FljMHXFL_E/s400/mae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Hoje é um dia especial, porque hoje festeja-se o dia que alguém muito importante nasceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Desde que nasci estás sempre comigo, nas horas que chorei, nas horas que sorri e nas horas que me lamentei...És aquela pessoa, aquela amiga, que sei que posso sempre contar, aquela pessoa que nunca me deixará sozinha, aquela pessoa que sempre me dará carinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Hoje, agradeço por te ter ao meu lado, e peço desculpa por todos os momentos que te fiz chorar. Agradeço-te pelo sorriso diário, agradeço-te pelos meus dias de mal humor, que me aclamas com tuas palavras, agradeço por ter sido aquela pessoa que nunca desistiu de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Simplesmente és minha MÃE, e devo-te tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Parabénss.&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/5603658038357384512-4482509785981590328?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4482509785981590328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/parabens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/4482509785981590328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/4482509785981590328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/parabens.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S6AJyx1aMZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2FljMHXFL_E/s72-c/mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-6635983481522401725</id><published>2010-03-10T23:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:11:42.481Z</updated><title type='text'>Foi já não é.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;"Há pessoas que gostamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras que não gostamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras que amamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras que nos fazem falta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras que nos fazem rir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras que nos fazem chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras que são apenas conhecidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras que gostamos de falar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras de rir e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras de chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras fazem-nos sentir bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras só se lembram quando precisam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;outras estão sempre lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Mas há outras pessoas que estão sempre no nosso pensamento, aqueles que GOSTÁVAMOS, que nos FAZIAM rir, que GOSTÁVAMOS de falar e também de chorar e agora simplesmente nos fazem falta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anónimo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-6635983481522401725?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6635983481522401725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/foi-ja-nao-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6635983481522401725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6635983481522401725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/foi-ja-nao-e.html' title='Foi já não é.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-48560150124543465</id><published>2010-03-01T22:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:54:05.990Z</updated><title type='text'>20.02.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto hoje minha alma cheia de tristeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao pensar naquela ilha que tanto gostava e ainda gosto, hoje stá tudo aquilo que nunca imaginei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lá fora, a chova ainda cai mas nada comparado com aquilo que vi e vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;É estar num local com medo do que posso acontecer e o que pode estar a acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nesta altura nada podemos fazer, simplesmente tentar contactar as pessoas e rezas por aqulas que não sabemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje tive medo, medo de perder tudo aquilo que andei a construir durante algum tempo e ainda construio. Senti um medo que nunca tinha sentido antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora só me resta rezar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qd6tpYYQT4M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qd6tpYYQT4M&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-48560150124543465?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/48560150124543465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/20022010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/48560150124543465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/48560150124543465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/20022010.html' title='20.02.2010'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-8916773710620088087</id><published>2010-02-16T17:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:39:44.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Apenas isso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S3rYC6le70I/AAAAAAAAAFg/vC_DzxzBKQU/s1600-h/caminhar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438897044601106242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S3rYC6le70I/AAAAAAAAAFg/vC_DzxzBKQU/s200/caminhar2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sou apenas um caminhante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que perdeu o medo de se perder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou certo de que sou imperfeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podem chamar-me louco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podem gozar das minhas ideias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que importa é que sou um caminhante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vende sonhos aos transeuntes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho bússola nem agenda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho nada, mas tenho tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou apenas um caminhante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;À procura de mim mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vendedor de sonhos - Augusto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-8916773710620088087?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8916773710620088087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/apenas-isso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8916773710620088087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8916773710620088087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/apenas-isso.html' title='Apenas isso.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S3rYC6le70I/AAAAAAAAAFg/vC_DzxzBKQU/s72-c/caminhar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-2888614078903162872</id><published>2010-02-10T21:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:46:42.378Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S3MpCv8ANnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aWGydayztGA/s1600-h/DSCF7273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436734302370936434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S3MpCv8ANnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aWGydayztGA/s400/DSCF7273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; há tempo nem para pensar, apenas trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-2888614078903162872?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2888614078903162872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2888614078903162872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2888614078903162872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/tempo.html' title='Tempo?!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S3MpCv8ANnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aWGydayztGA/s72-c/DSCF7273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7067180471556131832</id><published>2010-01-26T20:55:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:09:24.950Z</updated><title type='text'>A Flor do Sonho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S19ZSD8XcII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dIN5dAZ3IjQ/s1600-h/Magnolia%2520Close-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431157842463125634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S19ZSD8XcII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dIN5dAZ3IjQ/s200/Magnolia%2520Close-up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flor do sonho, alvíssima, divina,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Miraculosamente abriu em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Como se uma magnólia de cetim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Fosse florir num muro todo em ruína.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Pende em meu seio a haste brande e fina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;E não posso entender como é que, enfim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Essa tão rara flor abriu assim!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Milagre... fantasia... ou, talvez, sina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Ó Flor que em mim nasceste sem abrolhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Que tem que ejam tristes os meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Se eles são tristes pelo amor de ti?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Desde que em mim nasceste em noite calma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Voou ao longe a asa da minh'alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;E nunca, nunca mais eu me entendi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florbela Espanca, Sonetos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-7067180471556131832?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7067180471556131832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/flor-do-sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7067180471556131832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7067180471556131832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/flor-do-sonho.html' title='A Flor do Sonho.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S19ZSD8XcII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dIN5dAZ3IjQ/s72-c/Magnolia%2520Close-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3455980034980621337</id><published>2010-01-23T20:19:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:31:49.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada por estares aqui!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S1tcbHba0kI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fqsQuvRNpGs/s1600-h/kisses-3516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430035396645540418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S1tcbHba0kI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fqsQuvRNpGs/s400/kisses-3516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosa de Saron&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Guilherme de Sá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes eu quis&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe buscar o que nunca percebi&lt;br /&gt;Por tantos lugares passei&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal você sempre esteve aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes eu quis&lt;br /&gt;Por um instante te fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;Seja com minha voz, meu louvor, meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração se agita quando você... me olha assim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu tenho é você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo fraco em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por estar...&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado me refaço&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso ter você&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por estar aqui !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes errei&lt;br /&gt;Mas no final permaneceu o amor&lt;br /&gt;Renasceu em mim a força da cruz&lt;br /&gt;E eu já não sei mais o que é viver&lt;br /&gt;Um dia sem você&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo fraco em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por estar...&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado me refaço&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso ter você&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por estar aqui ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yd8zGIuCsMY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yd8zGIuCsMY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-3455980034980621337?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3455980034980621337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/obrigada-por-estares-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3455980034980621337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3455980034980621337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/obrigada-por-estares-aqui.html' title='Obrigada por estares aqui!!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S1tcbHba0kI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fqsQuvRNpGs/s72-c/kisses-3516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-2812364087703005272</id><published>2010-01-05T18:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:21:53.012Z</updated><title type='text'>Faz a tua vida valer a pena.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S0ORDogRFkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YBQ0xDmrZds/s1600-h/((%3D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423337867882600002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S0ORDogRFkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YBQ0xDmrZds/s320/((%3D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Quando acordares olha para o sol e lembra-te que alguém se lembra e gosta de ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Quando acordares sem vontade de viver mais um dia, lembra-te que alguém precisa do teu sorriso, que alguém precisa do teu carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Nunca penses que não és ninguém, porque fizeste, fazes e farás sempre parte da vida de alguém e que podes sempre fazer alguém sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quando achares que não há razões para viver, pensa que há pessoas á tua espera, à espera do teu sorriso para que elas sintam vontade para viver. Tenta encontrar sempre coisas boas, porque há, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faz a tua vida valer a pena.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Faz as outras pessoas sorrirem e se sentirem bem ao teu lado. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não desistas do teu sorriso, há alguém a espera dele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-2812364087703005272?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2812364087703005272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/faz-tua-vida-valer-pena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2812364087703005272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2812364087703005272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/faz-tua-vida-valer-pena.html' title='Faz a tua vida valer a pena.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/S0ORDogRFkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YBQ0xDmrZds/s72-c/((%3D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7951722498636744402</id><published>2009-12-31T12:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:00:05.853Z</updated><title type='text'>E tudo passou..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SzygSqpOrYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4cYidRSKMSM/s1600-h/103_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421384293992541570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SzygSqpOrYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4cYidRSKMSM/s400/103_1340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mais uma Ano passou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um Ano cheio de tristezas, alegrias, conhecer pessoas fantásticas, conhecer lugares fantásticos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os anos são especiais. Neste Ano percebi o que é ser Feliz de verdade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percebi o quanto custa para atingir alguma coisa, mas que no fim tudo é melhor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2010, é uma nova etapa, da minha Vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Novos projectos...para que no futuro seja cada vez mais Feliz e melhor naquilo que quero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2010 será um ano de trabalho. Mas assim tem de ser. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será difícil agradecer a todos as pessoas, que me fizeram Feliz no ano 2009. Mas elas sabem quem são, todas aquelas pessoas que me fizeram sorrir, merecem o meu Muito Obrigado, umas mais que outras, mas todos merecem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é necessário dizer nomes. Eu tenho a sorte de ter pessoas espectaculares na minha vida, que me ajudam sempre que estou em baixo, que me dão carinhos, que me dão força para viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que mais...?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, espero que 2010 seja melhor...(blablabla) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas tudo parte de mim, e de meu esforço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para todos, um óptimo 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-7951722498636744402?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7951722498636744402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-tudo-passou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7951722498636744402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7951722498636744402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-tudo-passou.html' title='E tudo passou..'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SzygSqpOrYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4cYidRSKMSM/s72-c/103_1340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-5052054012347742280</id><published>2009-12-15T17:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:30:09.985Z</updated><title type='text'>16.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SyfHJEbBTqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PjMyZN-eTpw/s1600-h/felicidadewo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415516035556134562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SyfHJEbBTqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PjMyZN-eTpw/s400/felicidadewo5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pela Vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelos momentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelos Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelas oportunidades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pela família!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pela saúde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelas pessoas fantásticas que tenho na minha Vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada a cada nascer do Sol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada a cada anoitecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelo teto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelo Carinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelo Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelos Sonhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelas Alegrias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelas tristezas, que me fazem ser mais forte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada por TUDO e a TODOS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s: Parabéns a Nós!!. Catarina Gouveia e Camila :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5603658038357384512-5052054012347742280?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5052054012347742280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5052054012347742280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5052054012347742280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/16.html' title='16.'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SyfHJEbBTqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PjMyZN-eTpw/s72-c/felicidadewo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-8060431181892047402</id><published>2009-12-02T23:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:31:48.494Z</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtqADo-D3mQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtqADo-D3mQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-8060431181892047402?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8060431181892047402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8060431181892047402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8060431181892047402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-6504900357604769466</id><published>2009-11-13T22:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:05:24.777Z</updated><title type='text'>Fim do dia!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sv3lvycBcJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xC8zU7Hw4Jw/s1600-h/2765083201_e0958937bf_b_OK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403727737070383250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sv3lvycBcJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xC8zU7Hw4Jw/s320/2765083201_e0958937bf_b_OK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Chego ao fim de dia, muito cansada, e volto outra vez ao blog para escrever um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Veja-mos este testo como um tipo de desabafo, porque sabe bem acabar o dia, e chegar ao Blog e escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias Bons e Maus, hoje foi um dia menos Bom. Mas temos de tirar deles sempre algo de Bom, tirar sempre algo que aprende-mos, e hoje foi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;«-Com Calma, tudo é mais fácil!»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje um pessoa disse-me (não sofras precocemente) e tenho de começar a dar mais ouvidos as pessoas, porque tenho de dar o meu melhor no presente, e não pensar tanto no Futuro, o que tiver de vir virá com consequência do presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Outra pessoa disse-me (a tua pessoa não se valoriza por números) sim tem razão, mas esses números são muito importante, e muitas vezes valorizam-me e muito!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Agora é parar, pensar sobre o assunto, e Agir. (seguir em frente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bom Fim de Semanaa*&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/5603658038357384512-6504900357604769466?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6504900357604769466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/fim-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6504900357604769466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/6504900357604769466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/fim-do-dia.html' title='Fim do dia!*'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sv3lvycBcJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xC8zU7Hw4Jw/s72-c/2765083201_e0958937bf_b_OK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-2863474383793427134</id><published>2009-11-04T19:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:52:56.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Com 7 Anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9qvzCc31Ec&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9qvzCc31Ec&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma dos Estados Unidos com apenas 7 anos já toca assim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que maravilha! Aqui há muito trabalho, esforço, dedicação, e amor à Música e à Flauta!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-2863474383793427134?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2863474383793427134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/com-7-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2863474383793427134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2863474383793427134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/com-7-anos.html' title='Com 7 Anos!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-5310336766331982621</id><published>2009-10-21T21:18:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:35:47.907Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SvnqtNU1UpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nHgmVhFtB4c/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+y1plwqxr27mcnuuufrkwerzlh0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402607290399675026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SvnqtNU1UpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nHgmVhFtB4c/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+y1plwqxr27mcnuuufrkwerzlh0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/St9wC86OBwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8fSiFNXAhwg/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+Dinarte4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chego a casa ás 20:00!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não há pachorra para estudar, mas sei que é necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas hoje tinha pachorra de escrever, mas quando cheguei ao meu blog, as palavras não queriam sair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensei no que ia escrever, e muitos tópicos vieram a cabeça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas nenhum me inspirava para escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Só que um pequeno sentimento gritou baixinho lá no fundo do meu coração! "Estou aqui, e tens tanto para falar sobre mim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, sei que tenho muita coisa a dizer sobre esse sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas que podemos dizer quando o Amor é esse sentimento. Há muita coisa para dizer. Mas a única coisa que consigo dizer neste momento é "Gosto verdadeiramente de ti @"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que me ajudas a ultrapassar cada obstáculo, que me fazes sentir Feliz, sentir querida, sentir protegida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigada por hoje teres sido a minha inspiração, e Obrigada por estares tão presente na minha Vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gostii @@'&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/5603658038357384512-5310336766331982621?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5310336766331982621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5310336766331982621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5310336766331982621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentimento.html' title='Sentimento'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SvnqtNU1UpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nHgmVhFtB4c/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+y1plwqxr27mcnuuufrkwerzlh0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7539447470313594971</id><published>2009-10-14T21:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:11:15.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma meta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/StYwMU2SC1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WIS84Otf0aI/s1600-h/FLAUTAu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392550592135695186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/StYwMU2SC1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WIS84Otf0aI/s400/FLAUTAu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;As palavras hoje não querem sair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Simplesmente que o sentimento é muito forte para explicar por palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Flauta??! - Um sonho, uma paixão, um vício, um obstáculo, uma alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Mas por vezes os sonhos tornam-se impossíveis, mas sempre disse que a nossa pior derrota é desistir, por isso por muito complicado que seja, Desistir?! Nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Hoje deixo um conselho a todos, que por muito difícil que seja, por muitos obstáculos que tenha, nunca desistam, vão até ao FIM, que ai sabem se é impossível ou não. E mesmo ai, tentei sempre Lutar por aquilo que realmente querem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5603658038357384512-7539447470313594971?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7539447470313594971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-meta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7539447470313594971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7539447470313594971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-meta.html' title='Uma meta'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/StYwMU2SC1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WIS84Otf0aI/s72-c/FLAUTAu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-5115180810365741337</id><published>2009-10-01T20:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:01:12.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansaço!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SsUKVPQqnaI/AAAAAAAAADI/nGrtyqIKNa8/s1600-h/passar-o-tempo322701859.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387723889208630690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SsUKVPQqnaI/AAAAAAAAADI/nGrtyqIKNa8/s200/passar-o-tempo322701859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Fecho os olhos, a noite vai longa, e o cansaço apodera-se do meu corpo. Ali, deitada no escuro, de olhos fechados, a minha mente parece querer libertar-se do corpo, como se também ela estivesse canada desta pequena prisão onde vive há imensos anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sinto-me levitar, com se fosse provida de asas, elevo-me no ar e vijo em baixo o corpo abandonado sobre a cama. Os meus sentidos focam-se agora no cominho que pretendo percorrer, olho para o céu escuro, pontilhado de pequenas luzes e escolho um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A uma velocidade inimaginável sou transportada pelo espaço fora, cruzado-me com planetas e estrelas, galáxicas e buracos negros, numa viagem fantástica, numa corrida louca, numa fuga apertada è trivialidade de um quotidiano, amarrada pela força da gravidade a uma terra que nada me diz, a uma vida que nada me trás, a um rumo sem destino. Fujo, não só pelo cansaço, mas também pelo curiosidade, para um galáxia distante, onde os mundos são, completamente irreais e as pessoas não existem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Procuro vagamente o isolamento, numa travessia do deserto da vida, como que de uma purga se tratasse, um terapia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O meu corpo, acompanha as batidas do relógio com as pancadas do coração que irriga toda a àrea, faz imóvel e tranquilo, vazio e abandonado, enquanto o meu espírito, no seu refúgio se encerra, e descansa de mais um dia, que apenas de ofereceu breves minutos para sonhar...&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/5603658038357384512-5115180810365741337?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5115180810365741337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/cansaco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5115180810365741337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5115180810365741337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/cansaco.html' title='Cansaço!'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SsUKVPQqnaI/AAAAAAAAADI/nGrtyqIKNa8/s72-c/passar-o-tempo322701859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-5753867808298355113</id><published>2009-09-25T21:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:19:15.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltaa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sr0lhoevw-I/AAAAAAAAADA/6zri3ALsgXo/s1600-h/DiadoPai.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385501989137269730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sr0lhoevw-I/AAAAAAAAADA/6zri3ALsgXo/s320/DiadoPai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Por vezes tenho saudades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Saudades do seu carinho, saudades da sua atenção, saudades dos mimos, saudades de uma palavra de conforto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Por vezes pergunto a mim mesmo, onde estás?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Mas estás lá, sempre estiveste. Só que agora mais distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Quando eu era pequenina, sentia-me muito bem ao teu lado, sentia teu carinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Agora ou sou eu que cresci muito e já não o mereço, ou tu mudas-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Sinto falta dos teus abraços, que me deixavam tão protegida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Tudo passou? Não volta?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto a tua faltaa&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/5603658038357384512-5753867808298355113?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5753867808298355113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/voltaa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5753867808298355113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/5753867808298355113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/voltaa.html' title='Voltaa...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sr0lhoevw-I/AAAAAAAAADA/6zri3ALsgXo/s72-c/DiadoPai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-2904165310851402071</id><published>2009-09-16T23:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:51:08.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(LL")</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z231D0BYPfs"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382201101654887378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SrFrYsXbC9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/cb9J1cF_06k/s200/catch_a_kiss_by_visionthrumyeyes1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de ti pelo que te descubro, pelas conversas, pela paixãoque transmites, pelo desejo, pelo que pensas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de ti mais hoje que ontem porque hoje conheço o que ontem desconhecia e amanhã gosterei ainda mais eplo que te descobrirei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de ti, pelo que te reservas interiormente, pelos caminhos que percorres no teu mundo, pelas portas que me abres de vez em quando, pelo bem que me fazes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de ti pelo menina que me fazes sentir, pela alegria que trazes aos meus dias desde que te conheci, pelos sentimentos que despertas em mim ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplesmente gosto de ti ... :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z231D0BYPfs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z231D0BYPfs&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/5603658038357384512-2904165310851402071?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2904165310851402071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ll.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2904165310851402071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/2904165310851402071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ll.html' title='(LL&quot;)'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SrFrYsXbC9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/cb9J1cF_06k/s72-c/catch_a_kiss_by_visionthrumyeyes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-354694721162212481</id><published>2009-09-10T23:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:52:35.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Vazioo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SqmDIF4UvmI/AAAAAAAAACw/QQtT8QHynT8/s1600-h/P7240033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379975404911378018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SqmDIF4UvmI/AAAAAAAAACw/QQtT8QHynT8/s200/P7240033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Hoje sinto um vazio em mim!! Mas porquê?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Será o cansaço?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Será falta de alguma coisa?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Será sentimento de culpa?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Não percebo. Por vezes sinto-me tão preenchida. Tão FELIZ! Rodeada de pessoas que me amam e que me querem bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Será que hoje não foi um bom dia?! Não, senti-me muito bem. Mas não sei sinto que algo não está bem em mim. Por vezes sinto necessidade de Chorar. :x Mas não encontro o porquê. Será uma fase?! Cada um de nós temos os nossos dias, Bons e os nossos dias, Maus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje acordei num dia mau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mas sinto-me feliz quando estou ao teu lado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-354694721162212481?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/354694721162212481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-vazioo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/354694721162212481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/354694721162212481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-vazioo.html' title='Um Vazioo..'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SqmDIF4UvmI/AAAAAAAAACw/QQtT8QHynT8/s72-c/P7240033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-8978945360453298342</id><published>2009-09-09T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:28:06.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SqgPHSiE7WI/AAAAAAAAACo/JKVYcJoWBQU/s1600-h/356023pv4sc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379566372802325858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SqgPHSiE7WI/AAAAAAAAACo/JKVYcJoWBQU/s400/356023pv4sc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Um novo dia espera por mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Espera pelo meu sorriso, espera pela minha alegria, espera pela minha convicção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Novo dia?! Tenho de lutar para que seja melhor que o de ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se tenho um sonho, luto por ele. Se Hoje não consegui amanhã lutarei para o conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Até o conseguir, porque a nossa pior derrota é desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E quando o nosso sonho se tornar realidade, para quê haverá lágrimas?! Só se for mesmo de Alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Os sonhos é como as estradas para chegar o sucesso não é uma recta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Há uma curva chamada &lt;em&gt;PROBLEMAS&lt;/em&gt;, pneus furados chamados &lt;em&gt;DESILUSÃO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas se eu tiver um motor chamado &lt;em&gt;DETERMINAÇÃO&lt;/em&gt;, um seguro chamado &lt;em&gt;FÉ&lt;/em&gt; e um motorista chamado Amigo, chagarei ao destino chamado &lt;em&gt;FELICIDADE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Música!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Um sonho?! E estou a espera que consiga sem esforço?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NÃO, lutarei.. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-8978945360453298342?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8978945360453298342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/amanhecer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8978945360453298342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8978945360453298342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/amanhecer.html' title='Sonhar*'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SqgPHSiE7WI/AAAAAAAAACo/JKVYcJoWBQU/s72-c/356023pv4sc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-8861580693755082711</id><published>2009-08-22T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:28:25.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mereces meu sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/So8tiqZpyDI/AAAAAAAAACg/kqeakYWAzdo/s1600-h/P7200029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372562953996978226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/So8tiqZpyDI/AAAAAAAAACg/kqeakYWAzdo/s320/P7200029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo ajuda, ajuda a perceber o quanto mereces o meu sorriso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não porque algum dia te amei, não porque te amo, mas sim, porque ter a certeza que sempre terei tua amizade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Além do Amor que há aqui dentro, há uma Amizade muito grande. Uma amizade que espero que nunca acabe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mereces o meu sorriso, por aquilo que és, por aquela pessoa que tens ai dentro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu arrisco dizer que te Amo, mas arrisco muito mais a dizer que nunca quero perder tua Amizade e és importante para mim de qualquer maneira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vou dizer que és a minha razão de viver, porque não és. Mas és uma das maneiras de eu ter mais vontade de viver. Porque fazes-me Feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado por seres quem és.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado por me fazeres Sorrir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-8861580693755082711?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8861580693755082711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/mereces-meu-sorriso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8861580693755082711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/8861580693755082711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/mereces-meu-sorriso.html' title='Mereces meu sorriso'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/So8tiqZpyDI/AAAAAAAAACg/kqeakYWAzdo/s72-c/P7200029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-1110437136675598386</id><published>2009-08-17T00:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:31:41.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fériass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SoiWybgjHYI/AAAAAAAAACY/GshWbZQyda8/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370708348761218434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SoiWybgjHYI/AAAAAAAAACY/GshWbZQyda8/s200/untitled6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Agora há tempo para pensar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Em todos os sentimentos que estão cá dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Longe, dos amigos, longe de casa, longe do telemóvel, do computador. Mas perto do Mar, perto da areia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Onde vou ter tempo para mim. Vou poder me encontrar, e encontrar-me com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tempo para lhe pedir perdão, para lhe pedir obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tempo para pensar em muitas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tempo para pensar em sentimentos que estão baralhados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tempo para pensar no meu Futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tempo para me divertir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tempo para ser livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E quando Voltar, espero estar mais liberta pronto a receber mais amor vindo de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E Voltar com uma pessoa nova dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até dia 24!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-1110437136675598386?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1110437136675598386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/feriass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/1110437136675598386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/1110437136675598386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/feriass.html' title='Fériass'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SoiWybgjHYI/AAAAAAAAACY/GshWbZQyda8/s72-c/untitled6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7876027567656494804</id><published>2009-08-07T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:34:06.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Snv0-GFOgHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Br5x34d1aUM/s1600-h/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367152728563679346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Snv0-GFOgHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Br5x34d1aUM/s200/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Snv09_4Z8lI/AAAAAAAAACI/i_hOP7qbGUg/s1600-h/9OPKxp668180-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367152726899290706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Snv09_4Z8lI/AAAAAAAAACI/i_hOP7qbGUg/s200/9OPKxp668180-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Snv09tpILYI/AAAAAAAAACA/THOLveXUJSU/s1600-h/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367152722003373442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Snv09tpILYI/AAAAAAAAACA/THOLveXUJSU/s200/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Snv09nFXfOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XDcQ8DlAKRc/s1600-h/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367152720242769122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Snv09nFXfOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XDcQ8DlAKRc/s200/u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peregrino?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é um Peregrino?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sempre me ensinaram que o Peregrino caminha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Caminha a procura da Paz, Amor, Respeito, Amizade a procura da Palavra do Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O Peregrino Caminha à procura de novas coisas, para que posso aumentar a sua Fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O Peregrino pode mover o mundo como todas as outras pessoas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;o primeiro passa é mover a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Se todos nós tivermos um peregrino dentro de nós, vamos tentar sempre fazer o melhor, procurar saber mas sobre a palavra do Senhor e ai sim poderemos mover o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jesus é o Caminho a Verdade e a Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, quem o seguir não se perderá, então seremos peregrinos no seu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Queres ser um peregrino?! Queres saber mais sobre o Amor de Deus?! Queres conhecer pessoas novas?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Então junta-te a família dos &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Peregrinos em missão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; todos os segundos sábados de cada mês às 9:00h junto à casa da Luz - Funchal partimos para mais um encontro cheio de Diversão, Amizade e a cima de tudo Fé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Vem e traz uma Amiga, serás sempre bem Vinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jovem, vem, junta-te a nós, pois Jesus Cristo tem o mundo a tua espera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Para mais informações:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bemvindamiga07.hi5.com/"&gt;http://bemvindamiga07.hi5.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-7876027567656494804?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7876027567656494804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/peregrino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7876027567656494804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7876027567656494804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/peregrino.html' title='Peregrino...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Snv0-GFOgHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Br5x34d1aUM/s72-c/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-3266402587288831173</id><published>2009-08-04T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:36:02.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigoo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sng5Jv4SEkI/AAAAAAAAABw/yoO1DX-5jgw/s1600-h/untitledh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366101795646083650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sng5Jv4SEkI/AAAAAAAAABw/yoO1DX-5jgw/s200/untitledh.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que sabemos que podemos sempre contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que nos dá um ombro quando precisamos de chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que sabe o que dizer quando precisamos de algumas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que ouve mas também fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que chora connosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que nos faz rir quando só nos apetece chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que está connosco quando nos sentimos sós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Amigo é como TU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Que tem esse coração tão Fantástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de si, Amigo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Obrigada pela tua Amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603658038357384512-3266402587288831173?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3266402587288831173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/amigoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3266402587288831173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/3266402587288831173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/amigoo.html' title='Amigoo..'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sng5Jv4SEkI/AAAAAAAAABw/yoO1DX-5jgw/s72-c/untitledh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-1447273781158689631</id><published>2009-07-29T14:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:39:32.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SnBRAzVchmI/AAAAAAAAABo/-xRjFVWfYAg/s1600-h/96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363876230420268642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SnBRAzVchmI/AAAAAAAAABo/-xRjFVWfYAg/s200/96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai, mas volta!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bem o dia da despedida chegou, é díficel mas tem de ser, mas quando voltar a festa vai ser muito maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Entrou na minha vida, tão derrepente, que nunca pensei que se &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;torna&lt;/span&gt; tão especial assim derrepente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sim, és uma pessoa fantástica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É uma pessoa que sabemos que podemos contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É uma pessoa que sabe nos pôr a rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É uma pessoa que sabe aproveitar a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É um pessoa que sabe o que dizer em qualquer momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É uma pessoa que sabe ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMIGAA!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Obrigada por todos os momentos, obrigada por todas as palavras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Todos nós merecemos Férias, principalmente pessoa tão fantástica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vou sentir falta das suas gargalhadas, saudades das palavras de consolo, saudades daqueles abraços e beijinhos, saudades das suas brincadeiras, até dos olhos vou sentir saudades!! :PP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aqui fica um &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEIJO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (daqueles que eu gosto). E um &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABRAÇO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que me deixam tão protegida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até Setembro.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&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/5603658038357384512-1447273781158689631?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1447273781158689631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/saudade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/1447273781158689631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/1447273781158689631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/SnBRAzVchmI/AAAAAAAAABo/-xRjFVWfYAg/s72-c/96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603658038357384512.post-7912829727833529407</id><published>2009-07-28T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:40:17.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes há dias que não correm da melhor formaa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7jIxCiY-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5k_RbWq3d-I/s1600-h/solidao_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363473945987277794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7jIxCiY-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5k_RbWq3d-I/s320/solidao_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hoje estava um dia tão Lindoo!!.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parecia bem, Estava com as pessoas que Adorava, que me queriam bem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há coisas no passado que não nos deixam em baixo.&lt;br /&gt;E há pessoas no presente que não nos motivam para o Futuro..&lt;br /&gt;Há simples frases, simples gestos que nós fazem deitar lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje tive a sorte de passar o dia com pessoas fantásticas, embora não consegui falar com elas, foi muito bom ter pessoas ao meu lado, que me mostrem que a vida é curta e temos de aproveitar cada dia, e as pedras que aparecem no nosso caminho, temos de guarda-las para mais tarde construir um castelo!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Irmã Sandra, e Catarina Caldeira por terem estado presentes num dia complicado e me terem feito Sorrir!.&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/5603658038357384512-7912829727833529407?l=aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7912829727833529407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-vezes-ha-dias-que-nao-correm-da.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7912829727833529407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603658038357384512/posts/default/7912829727833529407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aproveitaavidaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-vezes-ha-dias-que-nao-correm-da.html' title='Às vezes há dias que não correm da melhor formaa..'/><author><name>Xana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529243072537089788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7u9jYpZdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/72ebsTQigc4/S220/25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imbio_-9C5E/Sm7jIxCiY-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5k_RbWq3d-I/s72-c/solidao_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
