<?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-37262252</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:00:04.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No mundo da lua...a apanhar banhos de sol</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992557354615762236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAyxsqAHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acrHvlDyTHQ/S220/su.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37262252.post-267480475558300739</id><published>2008-04-21T16:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:40:14.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAy1UKAHnuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NEugVRLvx8I/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191723828338204386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAy1UKAHnuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NEugVRLvx8I/s320/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de muito tempo sem dizer nada,volto agora com o coração pesado de saudades e com vontade de gritar contra as injustiças da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As coisas nunca são como nós queremos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se assim fosse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...não existiria dor nem sofrimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...as lágrimas seriam sempre de alegria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...poderiamos contar sempre com as pessoas que são importantes para nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Infelizmente esta utopia está longe de existir...Por isso, quase de repente vejo-me sem uma das pessoas que mais me fazem falta,levada injustamente para longe de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...vou ter de aprender a andar sozinha sem ter a sua presença ao meu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...vou agarrar-me a todas as boas lembranças para tentar esquecer as más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou passar cada vez mais tempo no meu Mundo da Lua, porque aí consigo voltar a estar perto da nova estrela que por lá anda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muitas saudades de ti,Avô...&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/37262252-267480475558300739?l=nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/feeds/267480475558300739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37262252&amp;postID=267480475558300739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/267480475558300739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/267480475558300739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/2008/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992557354615762236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAyxsqAHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acrHvlDyTHQ/S220/su.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAy1UKAHnuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NEugVRLvx8I/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37262252.post-116656795096326298</id><published>2006-12-19T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:00:31.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Introspecção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2292/4182/1600/263280/CIMG0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2292/4182/200/160573/CIMG0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e, devagar, vou recuando dias, semanas, meses...até encontrar aquilo que fomos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...Fomos demasiado rápidos, como um vendaval que chega de repente e desaparece, quase no mesmo instante. Quando dei por mim, tudo estava dito,tudo tinha sido já sentido e o afastamento era inevitável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...a Paixão dói...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...Mas o tempo não pára e tudo cura. As coisas que pareciam não ter solução resolvem-se sozinhas...e assim chego ao que somos...ao que és para mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazes-me falta, sinto saudades mesmo quando estou perto.Por vezes, temos a sorte de estar no mesmo lugar, com a mesma música nas nossas mentes...nesses instantes, podemos até dançar alguns segundos (minutos...horas....) ao ritmo da mesma melodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aí lembro-me do que poderiamos ter sido, se houvesse coragem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...E lembro-me que o que sentia mudou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(...a Amizade cura...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O teu nome está preso na minha garganta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O teu nome queima os meus dedos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não o vou dizer.Tu sabes quem és, e eu...eu agradeço-te tudo o que me ensinaste. Graças a ti, soube que a Felicidade aparece logo depois do sofrimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E hoje, que te vejo com outros olhos, e que tenho outros olhos que olham para mim...sou Feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37262252-116656795096326298?l=nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/feeds/116656795096326298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37262252&amp;postID=116656795096326298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116656795096326298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116656795096326298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/2006/12/introspeco.html' title='Introspecção'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992557354615762236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAyxsqAHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acrHvlDyTHQ/S220/su.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37262252.post-116629480874202098</id><published>2006-12-16T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:13:43.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Falta de inspiração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2292/4182/1600/456754/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2292/4182/320/288335/chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque há dias assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em que nada parece certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em que tudo está confuso e não conseguimos pensar em nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;E lá no fundo do meu ser,há uma música que se repete vezes sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Many things have happened as you came into this world.You deluded me so, you caressed my glow and made me think that we were one.You came into my world, and when you kissed me,you collapsed me forever,when you held me,we fought windmills together,and you killed me.Forever means ever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Pure - The Gift&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;366 dias já passaram...venham mais...ou talvez já seja suficiente.&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/37262252-116629480874202098?l=nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/feeds/116629480874202098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37262252&amp;postID=116629480874202098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116629480874202098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116629480874202098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/2006/12/falta-de-inspirao.html' title='Falta de inspiração...'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992557354615762236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAyxsqAHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acrHvlDyTHQ/S220/su.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37262252.post-116353759054313395</id><published>2006-11-14T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:06:29.160Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2292/4182/1600/anjo%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2292/4182/320/anjo%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Don't you cry when we're through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got a cold, cold heart...I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Growing old, faking new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Something borrowed and then again something blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My cold heart can't go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it get's me around, in bounds along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can't define what is love...Should I then pray out to the one above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't have that stuff you need, but I can get down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll ease your pain, your appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's alright as long as I don't have to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My cold heart can't take it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Out of luck, knock on wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I just left you because I could!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My cold heart...who could tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That all this SILENCE would burn and turn...to HELL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;David Fonseca - &lt;em&gt;Cold Heart)&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/37262252-116353759054313395?l=nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/feeds/116353759054313395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37262252&amp;postID=116353759054313395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116353759054313395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116353759054313395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-you-cry-when-were-through-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992557354615762236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAyxsqAHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acrHvlDyTHQ/S220/su.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37262252.post-116346657492634940</id><published>2006-11-14T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:05:31.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Nós..ou talvez não</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2292/4182/1600/solid??o.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2292/4182/400/solid%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lá fora chove e eu não consigo adormecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Então,de repente e sem pedir licença, invades o meu pensamento da mesma maneira que fazias outrora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas agora as coisas são diferentes...e dou por mim a lembrar-me de ti, de mim...Até de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Só que este "Nós" durou tão pouco tempo.Tu foste demasiado especial (será que ainda és? Nem eu sei). Sinto saudades de tanta coisa...do teu sorriso,da tua alegria,da forma como deitavas a cabeça no meu colo e ias falando sobre a vida...até da tua ironia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sem pensar que poderias ser uma armadilha, deixei-me ir e nem me lembrei que não tinha asas para impedir a queda iminente...Magoei-me (sem dúvida), mas também fui feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deixei-te ir,mas queria guardar-te só para mim (será que ainda quero?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hoje continuas perto,dizes que estás perto...mas sinto-te demasiado longe. Será que te lembras de mim? E de nós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...talvez nunca chegasse a existir um "Nós" para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E é nas noites como a de hoje, em que me escondo no meio da minha solidão, que penso: Se pudesse mudar o rumo dos acontecimentos,seria capaz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não,não mudava nada...porque nessa época, onde a alegria e a tristeza conviviam lado a lado...senti-me VIVA!&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/37262252-116346657492634940?l=nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/feeds/116346657492634940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37262252&amp;postID=116346657492634940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116346657492634940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116346657492634940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/2006/11/nsou-talvez-no.html' title='Nós..ou talvez não'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992557354615762236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAyxsqAHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acrHvlDyTHQ/S220/su.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37262252.post-116292732656923659</id><published>2006-11-07T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:25:49.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Oceano de Memórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2292/4182/1600/images[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2292/4182/320/images%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma noite,houve alguém que me disse que a Alma era líquida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para mim, líquidas são as Memórias e formam um oceano imenso onde mergulho por vezes, talvez para me encontrar naqueles dias em que acordo meio perdida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E em cada mergulho, descubro pequenos tesouros - as minhas recordações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...recordações do dia em que soube que Gostar e Magoar são duas faces da mesma moeda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...recordações da noite em que soube que a Tristeza nunca nos poderá matar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...recordações do momento em que me apercebi que o Futuro é impossível de controlar, e que dificilmente mudarei o Passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E cada mergulho aumenta a vontade de voltar à superfície, para viver o presente...e para encontrar mais gotas que aumentem este meu oceano.Porque um dia...a maré ainda vai subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/37262252-116292732656923659?l=nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/feeds/116292732656923659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37262252&amp;postID=116292732656923659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116292732656923659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116292732656923659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/2006/11/oceano-de-memrias.html' title='Oceano de Memórias'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992557354615762236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAyxsqAHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acrHvlDyTHQ/S220/su.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37262252.post-116286132560647656</id><published>2006-11-07T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:02:05.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma lua só para mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2292/4182/1600/images[5].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2292/4182/320/images%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Após muito tempo a pensar...decidi que hoje seria uma boa noite para iniciar mais uma lua, onde muitas das coisas que fui escrevendo ao logo dos tempos poderão, enfim, tomar alguns banhos de sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não sei o que vai sair daqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não sei tão pouco se vai sair coisa alguma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas estar aqui já é um começo...que se inicie a viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37262252-116286132560647656?l=nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116286132560647656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37262252/posts/default/116286132560647656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomundodaluaaapanharbanhosdesol.blogspot.com/2006/11/uma-lua-s-para-mim.html' title='Uma lua só para mim'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992557354615762236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y8nbtqsYhx4/SAyxsqAHnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acrHvlDyTHQ/S220/su.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
