<?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-24831809</id><updated>2011-12-05T10:58:14.427Z</updated><category term='Eventos'/><category term='palavras... ao acaso'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Publicidade'/><category term='histórias de encantar'/><category term='Reflectir'/><category term='Dias especiais'/><category term='Cidades'/><category term='Eu'/><category term='Descontair'/><category term='Pessoas'/><title type='text'>Palavras ao Acaso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-212924051002194615</id><published>2009-02-25T10:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:11:14.080Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras... ao acaso'/><title type='text'>Página em branco Parte VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SaUY0WdsqBI/AAAAAAAABBs/RTNSC4Kt9Ag/s1600-h/1773952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306675023588403218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SaUY0WdsqBI/AAAAAAAABBs/RTNSC4Kt9Ag/s320/1773952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O seu coração estremece, percebe que está dependente daquele olhar, daquela pessoa… os segundos em que se olham conseguem trocar mil e uma emoções, mil e uma palavras no meio do silêncio… e hoje nada disso aconteceu!!! Onde estará ele… fica triste… preocupada!!!&lt;br /&gt;Baixa o rosto, não consegue evitar que os seus olhos se encham de lágrimas, foi mais forte que ela. O comboio começa a andar e volta a olhar a carruagem que continua vazia, procura na sua carteira um lenço, enquanto tenta se recompor. Enquanto olha pela janela mil e um pensamentos a absorvem que nem repara que alguém se sentou em frente a si e a olha com ternura! Sente-se observada e desvia o olhar da janela sem conseguir evitar balbuciar assustada… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Você…. Aqui!?!?!?!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele oferece-lhe uma flor e pergunta: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posso lhe oferecer um chá no final da viagem… dá-me o prazer da sua companhia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorri, e o seu sorriso diz abertamente que: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim… e pensa – que bom não ter apanhado o comboio para Sul, – Obrigada é linda!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-212924051002194615?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/212924051002194615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=212924051002194615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/212924051002194615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/212924051002194615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-seu-coracao-estremece-percebe-que.html' title='Página em branco Parte VI'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SaUY0WdsqBI/AAAAAAAABBs/RTNSC4Kt9Ag/s72-c/1773952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-4435113805864272268</id><published>2009-02-15T12:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:36:20.703Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras... ao acaso'/><title type='text'>Página em branco Parte V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SZgMEit39GI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SpDcAUoUROI/s1600-h/1601483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SZgMEit39GI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SpDcAUoUROI/s320/1601483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303001833406985314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto desce a rua em direcção à estação tenta se convencer a si própria que te que vencer o medo e entrar no comboio que a levará para Sul...&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqueles breves minutos que a separam, de mais uma vez ver o homem, por quem se apaixonou, mil e um pensamento invadem a sua mente... e se sele a ignorar, não lhe falar... não valorizar a sua tentativa de se conhecerem, aqueles segundos que enchem de alento o seu coração podem ser um pesadelo para o resto da vida... ensaia mentalmente o que lhe vai dizer,  "Olá, posso me sentar?" ou "Olá sou a Maria...." e enquanto lhe olha o rosto esboça um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega à estação, e no momento que tem que decidir qual o comboio apanhar,um frio enorme percorre-lhe o corpo e o medo que sente deste possível encontro ser um fracasso, faz com que se dirija para o comboio que habitualmente a leva a casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra no comboio com um misto de arrependimento e emoções que nem sabe descrever... procura conforto no olhar... mas é uma busca em vão... o lugar de sempre está vazio!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-4435113805864272268?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4435113805864272268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=4435113805864272268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4435113805864272268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4435113805864272268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2009/02/pagina-em-branco-parte-v.html' title='Página em branco Parte V'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SZgMEit39GI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SpDcAUoUROI/s72-c/1601483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-4891854763024233324</id><published>2009-01-25T13:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:23:06.221Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias de encantar'/><title type='text'>Página em branco Parte IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SXx1ZDIeo2I/AAAAAAAABBI/xANdLA5mKYE/s1600-h/cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SXx1ZDIeo2I/AAAAAAAABBI/xANdLA5mKYE/s320/cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295236335078908770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... os dias passam e as rotinas não se perdem. Sempre ao fim do dia os olhares cruzam-se, os lábios trocam um sorriso e o seu corpo emana desejo. A mente vagueia pelas mais incríveis histórias de amor, imagina a forma como um dia se poderão conhecer... os talvez não!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto toma um café forte e olha pela janela, o seu pensamento leva-a até ele.. será que ele também pensa nela, será que tem a mesma vontade de lhe falar, de a conhecer, de saber o seu nome... de querer contar as traquinices de criança e as aventuras de adolescente... ela gostaria tanto de um dia ouvir a sua voz... de trocarem confidencias sentados à lareira, nos serões de inverno, ou então, enquanto passeiam à beira mar, nos fins de tarde de verão... por momentos o seu coração sente um aperto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está apaixonada... mas por quem???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é o homem por detrás de um breve sorriso que viaja todos os dias em direcção ao Sul... passará algum dia disso mesmo... de um breve sorriso...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-4891854763024233324?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4891854763024233324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=4891854763024233324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4891854763024233324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4891854763024233324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/pgina-em-branco-parte-iv.html' title='Página em branco Parte IV'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SXx1ZDIeo2I/AAAAAAAABBI/xANdLA5mKYE/s72-c/cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-8080594560750778629</id><published>2009-01-22T11:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:15:22.630Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pessoas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>o tempo passa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SXhU12qWCVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/efSNorXoxg0/s1600-h/velas_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SXhU12qWCVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/efSNorXoxg0/s320/velas_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294074646156937554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mas há coisas que nunca passam nem se conseguem esquecer... TU!!!!&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/24831809-8080594560750778629?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8080594560750778629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=8080594560750778629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/8080594560750778629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/8080594560750778629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-tempo-passa.html' title='o tempo passa....'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SXhU12qWCVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/efSNorXoxg0/s72-c/velas_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-936377657144312078</id><published>2009-01-12T11:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:55:42.870Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras... ao acaso'/><title type='text'>folhas soltas de um diário esquecido - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SWsuwDFWwcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/65-w9B04LWo/s1600-h/1904999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SWsuwDFWwcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/65-w9B04LWo/s320/1904999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290373590273147330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/st_foto1904999.html"&gt;foto daqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias intensos, há dias únicos, há dias sem comparação... há dias em que simplesmente o tempo pára!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se conhecem há tantos anos que lhes perderam a conta, a amizade e a cumplicidade é enorme entre os dois, os olhares que trocam valem por todas as palavras do mundo. Nunca se tocaram, nunca se beijaram, no entanto os seus corpos evidenciam desejo constante... até quando vão conseguir negar, até quando vão contrariar o que sentem... até quando?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem que quando se entregarem um ao outro nada mais importará, nada fará recuar o desejo dos seus corpos. Esse dia vai chegar e mais uma vez não existiram muitas palavras, apenas o toque de dois corpos que se querem amar sem sentir o tempo passar.... apenas vão olhar nos olhos e em silêncio dizer um ao outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;És tudo para mim... ADORO-TE!!!&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/24831809-936377657144312078?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/936377657144312078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=936377657144312078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/936377657144312078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/936377657144312078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/folhas-soltas-de-um-dirio-esquecido-i.html' title='folhas soltas de um diário esquecido - I'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SWsuwDFWwcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/65-w9B04LWo/s72-c/1904999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-7325810112703815414</id><published>2009-01-12T10:06:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:02:15.095Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias de encantar'/><title type='text'>Página em branco Parte III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SWspHzBqliI/AAAAAAAAA78/jGzlxnBJ-yo/s1600-h/2312868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SWspHzBqliI/AAAAAAAAA78/jGzlxnBJ-yo/s320/2312868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290367401209796130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/olhares_turvos_foto2312868.html"&gt;Foto daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... ela sabe que cada passo apressado a vai levar de encontro a um momento mágico... que reduz o tempo de espera para viver aqueles segundos mais intensos do seu dia, um momento fugaz no seu dia a dia, mas que alimenta o seu coração de alegria e desejo.&lt;br /&gt;o seu comboio é o da linha do norte, como habitualmente, entra na 2ª carruagem, na linha da direita está o comboio com destino ao Sul, os seus olhos procuram aquele olhar.... aquele sorriso que diariamente troca com o passageiro sentado no comboio com destino ao Sul.&lt;br /&gt;os olhares cruzam-se e em silencio desejam-se um ao outro...&lt;br /&gt;Não se conhecem, não sabem nada um do outro, mas aquele momento é partilhado pelos dois com intensidade.... são 19:19, o comboio parte e os olhares perdem-se pelo movimento do comboio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até ao dia seguinte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to be continue&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/24831809-7325810112703815414?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7325810112703815414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=7325810112703815414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/7325810112703815414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/7325810112703815414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/pgina-em-branco-parte-iii.html' title='Página em branco Parte III'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SWspHzBqliI/AAAAAAAAA78/jGzlxnBJ-yo/s72-c/2312868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-55727407489536962</id><published>2008-10-22T10:07:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:32:15.704Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias de encantar'/><title type='text'>Página em branco Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SQhWz39ca6I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dpo4LZGBhEc/s1600-h/1876278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SQhWz39ca6I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dpo4LZGBhEc/s320/1876278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262551613777406882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;imagem &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://img.olhares.com/data/big/187/1876278.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://olhares.aeiou.pt/a_passos_largos/foto1876278.html&amp;amp;h=750&amp;amp;w=531&amp;amp;sz=324&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__xUjsib0UP9UbY7m5xRAWtlpTlf8=&amp;amp;tbnid=0uKDCK1tycQ0QM:&amp;amp;tbnh=141&amp;amp;tbnw=100&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpassos%2Blargos%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha para o relógio sistematicamente, são quase 7 horas da tarde, o fim do dia de trabalho aproxima-se. "São quase horas de sair", pensa enquanto nos seus lábios se esboça um sorriso tímido.&lt;br /&gt;O fim do verão causa um leve arrefecimento no tempo e ao deixar o escritório sente a brisa nos ombros nus, mas nada a faz parar, nem que seja por breves momentos. Sempre de passo ligeiro e sorriso nos lábios caminha em direcção à estação do comboio, pelo caminho dirige alguns cumprimentos a conhecidos que no habitual regresso a casa, habitualmente se cruzam com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Deita o olhar sobre o enorme relógio que se encontra sobre a porta da relojoaria, tem que confirmar que não está atrasada. Habitualmente passa naquele local 5 minutos depois de deixar o emprego... e hoje não é excepção.&lt;br /&gt;O comboio parte pontualmente às 19:19... mantém o passo apressado enquanto desce a rua, ao fundo avista a estação e novamente um sorriso rasga o seu rosto bronzeado pelo sol de verão que agora chega ao fim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to be continue&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/24831809-55727407489536962?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/55727407489536962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=55727407489536962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/55727407489536962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/55727407489536962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2008/10/pgina-em-branco-parte-i.html' title='Página em branco Parte II'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SQhWz39ca6I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dpo4LZGBhEc/s72-c/1876278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-8176630975968809997</id><published>2008-10-19T19:50:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:32:48.297Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras... ao acaso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias de encantar'/><title type='text'>..... as páginas em branco... parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SPuSTFika7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/RJtMkPprsJI/s1600-h/antmanuelpintosilva4FolhasBrancas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SPuSTFika7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/RJtMkPprsJI/s320/antmanuelpintosilva4FolhasBrancas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258957846487526322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As páginas do livro continuam em branco, faltam as palavras, os sentimentos... as mãos estão presas não conseguem dar movimento à caneta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja altura de escrever sobre o tempo, a actualidade, a crise económica mundial... sei lá... de tudo o que se fala em todo o lado, mas isso seria escrever por escrever, repetir o que todos dizem, que está mau, que a crise se agrava a cada dia que passa, que este tempo já não é o que era, o verão não é verão, ninguém sabe quando realmente o frio vai chegar, ou a chuva vai cair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois de estar tanto sem escrever, neste meu canto de palavras, parece que tudo o que se escreve é banal... mas mais banal do que qualquer tema, é passarem os dias sem uma única palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, hoje vou escrever nas páginas em branco o que me me apetecer, sem querer estar a pensar, quero soltar a caneta enferrujada e deixar a tinta fluir, preciso reencontrar o prazer de ver as palavras se acumularem e darem origem a um pequeno texto ao acaso, tal como as palavras.... acasos numa folha em branco!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.... prometo voltar para a parte II, caso queiram!!!&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/24831809-8176630975968809997?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8176630975968809997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=8176630975968809997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/8176630975968809997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/8176630975968809997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-pginas-em-branco-parte-i.html' title='..... as páginas em branco... parte I'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SPuSTFika7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/RJtMkPprsJI/s72-c/antmanuelpintosilva4FolhasBrancas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-5410298277193048260</id><published>2008-10-07T15:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:45:45.220+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras... ao acaso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Apetece-me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SOt10IQKmQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8ypp7BjSqbA/s1600-h/360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SOt10IQKmQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8ypp7BjSqbA/s320/360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254422928686749954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voltar.... ao meu espaço de palavras ao acaso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém ainda passa por aqui para ler o que eu escrevo???&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/24831809-5410298277193048260?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/SOt10IQKmQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8ypp7BjSqbA/s72-c/360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-5321979564271470523</id><published>2008-08-17T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:54:45.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pessoas'/><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XX8Y01ORuk/SKgRB_AdjSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U63HE54Erco/s1600-h/colagem7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XX8Y01ORuk/SKgRB_AdjSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U63HE54Erco/s320/colagem7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235453292609113378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram dias especiais com pessoas muitos especiais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss all so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupici&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-5321979564271470523?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5321979564271470523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=5321979564271470523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5321979564271470523'/><link 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viver!!!'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-8872016201061172630</id><published>2008-07-16T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:19:11.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ponte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: navy;"&gt;A ponte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Max e Pedro eram alunos da terceira classe. Moravam em frente um do outro, na mesma rua de uma pequena cidade. Já tinham sido grandes amigos, mas, por um motivo qualquer, tiveram um dia uma discussão e passaram a odiar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Quando Max saía da porta do pátio, gritava para o outro lado da rua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;— Ó palerma! — E mostrava o punho ao ex-amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Pedro respondia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;— Quantos escaravelhos como tu são precisos para fazer um quilo? — E ameaçava-o também com o punho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Os colegas da turma tinham já tentado reconciliá-los por várias vezes, mas todos os esforços haviam sido vãos. Eram mesmo dois teimosos! Da última vez, acabaram a atirar bolas de lama um ao outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Um dia, tinha chovido muito. Depois, as nuvens afastaram-se e o sol voltou a brilhar, mas a rua ficara inundada. Quem queria atravessar tentava, a medo, medir a profundidade da água com a ponta do pé, e recuava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Max saiu de casa, parou na frente do pátio e olhou satisfeito à sua volta. Tudo fresco e lavado pela chuva, brilhava agora ao sol. De repente, o seu rosto tornou-se sombrio. Do outro lado da rua, estava Pedro parado à porta de casa. E Max reparou que ele tinha na mão uma grande pedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;“Ah!”, pensou Max. “Então queres atirar-me com uma pedra! Isso também eu sei fazer!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Correu novamente em direcção ao pátio, procurou um tijolo e voltou para a rua, pronto para se defender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Mas Pedro não lhe atirou a pedra. Baixou-se na beira do passeio e depô-la na água com cuidado. Depois, experimentou com o pé para ver se oscilava, e desapareceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;A pedra parecia uma pequena ilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;“Ah!”, pensou Max. “Isso também eu sei fazer!” E colocou o seu tijolo na água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Pedro voltou a aparecer, carregando uma segunda pedra. Pôs o pé com cuidado em cima da primeira e colocou a segunda pedra na água, alinhada com o tijolo do seu inimigo. Max trouxe então três tijolos de uma só vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;E assim foram construindo uma passagem sobre a água. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Nos dois lados da rua, as pessoas observavam-nos e esperavam. Por fim, ficou apenas a distância de um passo entre o último tijolo e a última pedra. Max e Pedro estavam em frente um do outro. Era a primeira vez, desde há muito tempo, que se olhavam novamente nos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 2pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;— Tenho uma tartaruga no meu pátio — diz Max. — Queres vir vê-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;N. Oettli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Jutta Modler (org.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Brücken Bauen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Wien, Herder, 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://contadoresdestorias.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://contadoresdestorias.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&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/24831809-8872016201061172630?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-3295694046333857983</id><published>2008-06-05T11:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:03:51.524+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Dia 20 está a chegar...</title><content type='html'>Dia 20 está a chegar... é verdade... já sei, vou ficar um pouco mais entrada na idade, mas isso não interessa nada :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sei que estão com uma vida muito ocupada, vou aqui deixar algumas dicas para vos facilitar a vida (digam que não sou vossa amiga) hehehe... é que assim acabaram-se as desculpas do não sei o que precisas.. o que te dá jeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tempo... preciso de tempo, as minhas horas não chegam para tudo o que preciso...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paciência... passei na farmácia, mas estava esgotada...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teste de geografia económica.... já resolvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;E agora os bens materias.. não pensem que é só blá blá :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Livro "Geologia Física" do Strahler (versão em castelhano)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pasta Académica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Máquina de fazer pão (acho que é mania mas pronto...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um telemóvel novo... o meu está a precisar da reforma hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Vão passando aqui que eu deixo mais sugestões :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-3295694046333857983?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3295694046333857983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-6898410982234992780</id><published>2008-03-07T14:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:54:01.646Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pessoas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>7 de Março</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R9FXp9BMX7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/3HRf1bCxR2w/s1600-h/2155055135_96202e3d53_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R9FXp9BMX7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/3HRf1bCxR2w/s320/2155055135_96202e3d53_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175013825091231666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;neste dia onde quer que estejas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma flor!!&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/24831809-6898410982234992780?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6898410982234992780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=6898410982234992780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/6898410982234992780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Escrever-te.... Escrever-me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R618I1_dI3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/mMMeayTKLRk/s1600-h/bloco_palavras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R618I1_dI3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/mMMeayTKLRk/s320/bloco_palavras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164920839037854578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008-02-08 \ 4:30AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti vontade de pegar no meu caderno, as páginas em branco precisam ser preenchidas talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, rascunho, pensamentos, ideias.... sinceramente não sei bem... a verdade é que o caderno e o lápis estavam no mesmo lugar de sempre e ao olhar pra eles... apeteceu-me! Voltei a pegar-lhes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo as longas noites em que escrevia, as palavras fluiam como o leito do rio e direcção ao mar, escrevia por tudo e por nada, para mi, para ti ou para ti também, ou ainda para ninguém... mas escrevia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sentia-me bem comigo, com o mundo  à minha volta e com o meu mundo interior. Esta noite senti necessidade de pegar no meu caderno de sempre, na velha lapiseira, provavelmente não é um bom sinal, talvez precise de dizer o que não consigo dizer, talvez precise de te dar algum recado, ou apenas, quem sabe recomeçar o velho hábito de escrever, de debitar frases, palavras sem nexo para alguns, ou cheias de conteúdo para outros.... mas cheias de sentimentos para mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nas palavras que escrevo que me consigo libertar, é isso que certamente vou voltar a fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever.... Escrever-te.... Escrever-me....&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/24831809-3565880676295026577?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3565880676295026577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=3565880676295026577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/3565880676295026577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/3565880676295026577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2008/02/escrever-escrever-te-escrever-me.html' title='Escrever.... Escrever-te.... Escrever-me....'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R618I1_dI3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/mMMeayTKLRk/s72-c/bloco_palavras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-2954156618098279814</id><published>2008-02-02T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:56:01.042Z</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="fr0"&gt;Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, enquanto houver amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Faremos as pazes de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se a amizade permanecer,&lt;br /&gt;Um de outro se há-de lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se formos amigos de verdade,&lt;br /&gt;A amizade nos reaproximará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia não mais existamos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se ainda sobrar amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Nasceremos de novo, um para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia tudo acabe...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, com a amizade construiremos tudo novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez de forma diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo único e inesquecível cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Que juntos viveremos e nos lembraremos para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há duas formas para viver a sua vida:&lt;br /&gt;Uma é acreditar que não existe milagre.&lt;br /&gt;A outra é acreditar que todas as coisas são um milagre.&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Albert_Einstein/" class="autor"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-2954156618098279814?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2954156618098279814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=2954156618098279814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2954156618098279814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2954156618098279814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2008/02/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-676647297828210035</id><published>2008-01-22T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:33:39.540Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>6 longos anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R5Z7ccir0KI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cs8j5DqmmPc/s1600-h/luz_velas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158446151827706018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R5Z7ccir0KI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cs8j5DqmmPc/s320/luz_velas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o tempo passa, mas as dúvidas, as incertezas, os sentimentos controversos permanecem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a saudade continua presente, intensa...&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/24831809-676647297828210035?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/676647297828210035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=676647297828210035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/676647297828210035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/676647297828210035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2008/01/6-longos-anos.html' title='6 longos anos'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R5Z7ccir0KI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cs8j5DqmmPc/s72-c/luz_velas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-2627219663540896982</id><published>2008-01-17T23:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:07:02.045Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras... ao acaso'/><title type='text'>por te deixar partir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A felicidade é ténue, uma leve sombra na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;uma nuvem que  paira sobre o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;de uma vida que em tempos foi a nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt;as palavras perdem força,&lt;br /&gt;saem esmorecidas, insípidas, &lt;br /&gt;já não contam a história, que em tempos&lt;br /&gt;encheu as páginas de um livro...&lt;br /&gt;o nosso livro!&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-te partir, não te fechei a porta,&lt;br /&gt;deixei aberta uma nesga por onde espero que entres&lt;br /&gt;por onde anseio por uma palavra tua&lt;br /&gt;um toque,&lt;br /&gt;um beijo,&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso....&lt;br /&gt;Não te segurei, não te impedi de partir,&lt;br /&gt;e tu não percebeste,&lt;br /&gt;que eu deixei de sorrir, deixei de ser eu...&lt;br /&gt;fiquei menos feliz... fiquei mais triste,&lt;br /&gt;por te deixar partir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-5609787769818946729</id><published>2007-12-31T14:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:19:29.651Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>FELIZ ANO 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R3j6Fsir0BI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dX9tk--S5IY/s1600-h/happy_new_year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R3j6Fsir0BI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dX9tk--S5IY/s400/happy_new_year.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150141149661089810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os meus amigos e inimigos 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title='FELIZ ANO 2008'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R3j6Fsir0BI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dX9tk--S5IY/s72-c/happy_new_year.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-4247973416098062194</id><published>2007-12-24T09:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T09:49:46.079Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>Um Feliz Natal....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R2-Adcirz_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/hsG89jBunXI/s1600-h/Santa_Claus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R2-Adcirz_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/hsG89jBunXI/s400/Santa_Claus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147474142473998322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para todos sem excepção!!!!&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/24831809-4247973416098062194?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4247973416098062194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-4870240188378197864</id><published>2007-11-20T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:49:06.590Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>sorriso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R0LzeLurE7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nilSuv3-EWg/s1600-h/425x425.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R0LzeLurE7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nilSuv3-EWg/s400/425x425.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134934225025962930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto-te em mim... com saudade&lt;br /&gt;recordo o acordar de outrora&lt;br /&gt;um beijo...&lt;br /&gt;um toque teu no meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;o teu sorriso sempre encantador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem imaginas...&lt;br /&gt;as saudades desse sorriso&lt;br /&gt;ambíguo por vezes, enigmático...&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre doce, terno,&lt;br /&gt;foi per ele que me apaixonei,&lt;br /&gt;logo no primeiro olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;hoje mera recordação&lt;br /&gt;tua em mim...&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/24831809-4870240188378197864?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4870240188378197864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=4870240188378197864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4870240188378197864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4870240188378197864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorriso.html' title='sorriso...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/R0LzeLurE7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nilSuv3-EWg/s72-c/425x425.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-2456418535263682023</id><published>2007-11-11T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:21:05.294Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>tempo... intemporal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RzbZNU2koDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tr-dUVVrqP4/s1600-h/1410012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RzbZNU2koDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tr-dUVVrqP4/s400/1410012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131527648394387506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto &lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/da_leveza_possivel/foto1410012.html"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo passa à velocidade da luz, tão rápido.... parece que nem o vejo, não o sinto, nem disfruto dele sequer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma leve brisa de ar faz-me lembrar que afinal o tempo até existe e que cada mais é urgente senti-lo, aproveita-lo...&lt;br /&gt;Faltam-me as palavras nos últimos tempos, não consigo juntar as letras... dizem que não escrevo que não falo.. e para quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o meu tempo que está aqui, uso-o no que me sentir bem e que afinal existe mesmo à velocidade da luz, tempo que tem que ser sentido. O melhor ainda, talvez, é pensar que o tempo não existe, que é uma passagem, que o tempo não é intemporal. O tempo é um puzzle que encaixa em cada um de nós... um puzzle em que as peças são um fragmento de mim de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o meu tempo, a peça do meu puzzle do teu puzzle....????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-2456418535263682023?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2456418535263682023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=2456418535263682023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2456418535263682023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2456418535263682023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/tempo-intemporal.html' title='tempo... intemporal'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RzbZNU2koDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tr-dUVVrqP4/s72-c/1410012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-8672741849278864668</id><published>2007-09-27T17:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:38:51.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anseio....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RvvbNhEXf6I/AAAAAAAAARY/KP4-53IKDfI/s1600-h/1401570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RvvbNhEXf6I/AAAAAAAAARY/KP4-53IKDfI/s400/1401570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114922827070799778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto &lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/_walkthrough_mind_/foto1401570.html"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anseio, desespero, fujo, misturo-me no meio da multidão,&lt;br /&gt;não quero ver nem sentir,&lt;br /&gt;quero o meu refugio o meu espaço onde só aí me consigo encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o cheiro dos brancos dos negros, encontro várias raças, vários credos...&lt;br /&gt;a neblina que desce encobre a multidão, o ar é sufocante, já não é possível respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é denso, sinto-me prisioneira, acorrentada num mundo que deveria ser livre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o meu espaço, o meu refugio onde só aí me consigo encontrar....&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/24831809-8672741849278864668?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8672741849278864668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=8672741849278864668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/8672741849278864668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/8672741849278864668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/anseio.html' title='Anseio....'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RvvbNhEXf6I/AAAAAAAAARY/KP4-53IKDfI/s72-c/1401570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-6290888437631394273</id><published>2007-09-16T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:51:03.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>FLUP... aí vou eu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Ru00OldWXFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/h2XTW4SjDY4/s1600-h/colocaÃ§Ã£o1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110798577313406034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Ru00OldWXFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/h2XTW4SjDY4/s400/coloca%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Pois é... afinal é mesmo verdade.... FLUP aí vou eu!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E os meus amigos também:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;António Machado - COLOCADO - Contabilidade e Gestão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joaquim Carlos - COLOCADO - Comercio Internacional &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suzi Correia - COLOCADA - Geografia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Ru0sBFdWXEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hpMk1FfL7xs/s1600-h/COLOCAÃÃO.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-6290888437631394273?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6290888437631394273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=6290888437631394273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/6290888437631394273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/6290888437631394273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/flup-vou-eu.html' title='FLUP... aí vou eu!!!'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Ru00OldWXFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/h2XTW4SjDY4/s72-c/coloca%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-1504400550374589090</id><published>2007-09-11T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:46:36.814+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Dia 17... o desejado!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RuaL-RE-vLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sltzafhaIfs/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RuaL-RE-vLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sltzafhaIfs/s400/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108924729150848178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ansiedade, dúvidas, receio, indecisões, incertezas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais uns quantos adjectivos que eu poderia aqui enumerar, mas estes já mostram um pouco do estado em que me sinto actualmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um &lt;a href="http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/06/os-professores-do-projecto-5.html"&gt;projecto&lt;/a&gt; longo de 3 anos que terminou com um balanço muito positivo. Logo após surgiram votos de confiança no futuro e muitos incentivos a dar continuidade  ao  trabalho iniciado... e assim foi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após um enorme desespero para efectuar as candidaturas "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on line&lt;/span&gt;" lá&lt;a href="http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/06/projecto-5.html"&gt; nos &lt;/a&gt;decidimos a ir para a fila do ISEP entregar a papelada necessária e aguardar um longo mês que parece ser quase uma eternidade.... nunca mais é dia 17!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que vou fazer depois de afixadas as listas... mas por agora só quero é ver os resultados de uma vez por todas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-1504400550374589090?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1504400550374589090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=1504400550374589090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1504400550374589090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1504400550374589090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/dia-17-o-desejado.html' title='Dia 17... o desejado!!!'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RuaL-RE-vLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sltzafhaIfs/s72-c/17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-2773865589718327942</id><published>2007-09-01T09:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:22:30.937+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Queria Deixar de Sonhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RtkgPhE-vDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/spS7y5YnYLU/s1600-h/1421094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105147103550553138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RtkgPhE-vDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/spS7y5YnYLU/s320/1421094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .... Todos aqueles sonhos que me levam para onde eu não quero, que me fazem lembrar tudo o que eu quero esquecer... tudo aquilo que eu já não devia lembrar, ou lembrar como aterrador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero deixar de sonhar! Sonhar deixa-me presa a um passado que as chamas não conseguiram queimar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero deixar de sonhar porque sonhar faz-me mal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Foto &lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/cause_its_not_going_to_stop/foto1421094.html"&gt;daqui&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/24831809-2773865589718327942?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2773865589718327942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=2773865589718327942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2773865589718327942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2773865589718327942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/queria-deixar-de-sonhar.html' title='Queria Deixar de Sonhar...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RtkgPhE-vDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/spS7y5YnYLU/s72-c/1421094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-1211832041760052945</id><published>2007-08-24T03:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T03:57:39.923+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>É Noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rs5IvBE-uyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZMq6ELIfxxE/s1600-h/869985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102095400437725986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rs5IvBE-uyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZMq6ELIfxxE/s320/869985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É noite... não sei... mas estou a começar a não gostar da noite,&lt;br /&gt;os sonhos confusos, aterradores até...&lt;br /&gt;o irritante som do silêncio.. e eu que até gosto do silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;ou gostava já nem sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dejá vu constante de certas coisas,&lt;br /&gt;foi assim que começaram certas coisas!&lt;br /&gt;... e eu continuo a lembrar-me delas,&lt;br /&gt;e agora... parecem novamente voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É noite... não sei...&lt;br /&gt;mas estou a começar a não gostar da noite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Foto &lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/corpo_labirinto/foto869985.html"&gt;daqui&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/24831809-1211832041760052945?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1211832041760052945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=1211832041760052945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1211832041760052945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1211832041760052945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/08/noite.html' title='É Noite...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rs5IvBE-uyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZMq6ELIfxxE/s72-c/869985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-755795478915193992</id><published>2007-08-18T09:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:25:06.936+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>dispersos, difusos, desconexos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RsarzxE-unI/AAAAAAAAALk/m2M__dXsiZU/s1600-h/Imagem+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099952533879569010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RsarzxE-unI/AAAAAAAAALk/m2M__dXsiZU/s320/Imagem+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto by &lt;a href="http://schreit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Schreit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tarde.. o silêncio da noite é o som supremo, apenas quebrado na minha mente pela desordem dos meus pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pensamentos dispersos, difusos, desconexos... saudades da infância perdida pela entrada subtil da adolescência, que sem aviso prévio chegou à minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças à velocidade da luz, sonhos cor-de-rosa que não passaram disso mesmo… sonhos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro amor.. o coração despedaçado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...os amigos, os encontros e desencontros… o caminhar veloz para a realidade da vida, realidade que toma o poder sobre o silêncio da noite, sobre os meus pensamentos dispersos, difusos, desconexos… tal como eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RsapLxE-ulI/AAAAAAAAALU/j4Hau4M1u34/s1600-h/10332921_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-755795478915193992?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/755795478915193992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=755795478915193992&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/755795478915193992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/755795478915193992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/08/dispersos-difusos-desconexos.html' title='dispersos, difusos, desconexos'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RsarzxE-unI/AAAAAAAAALk/m2M__dXsiZU/s72-c/Imagem+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-5308545008080194850</id><published>2007-08-03T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:23:53.796+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Preciso de FÉÉÉRRRRRIIIIAAASSSSSSSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RrLz9gnucdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YzW3vZ-jVO4/s1600-h/Ferias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094402366563578322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RrLz9gnucdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YzW3vZ-jVO4/s400/Ferias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-5308545008080194850?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5308545008080194850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=5308545008080194850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5308545008080194850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5308545008080194850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/08/preciso-de-frrrrriiiiaaassssssssssss.html' title='Preciso de FÉÉÉRRRRRIIIIAAASSSSSSSSSSSS'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RrLz9gnucdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YzW3vZ-jVO4/s72-c/Ferias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-4326923418057247862</id><published>2007-07-26T23:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:12:08.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cidades'/><title type='text'>Feira de Artesanato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rqkb9QnuccI/AAAAAAAAAIM/imO3TyE74oY/s1600-h/Figura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rqkb9QnuccI/AAAAAAAAAIM/imO3TyE74oY/s400/Figura1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091631592966615490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rqkb3AnucbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5E4Kdz30_zk/s1600-h/671360746_275c159381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 260px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rqkb3AnucbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5E4Kdz30_zk/s400/671360746_275c159381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091631485592433074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero pela vossa visita...&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/24831809-4326923418057247862?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4326923418057247862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=4326923418057247862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4326923418057247862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4326923418057247862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/feira-de-artesanato.html' title='Feira de Artesanato'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rqkb9QnuccI/AAAAAAAAAIM/imO3TyE74oY/s72-c/Figura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-1363981748724582442</id><published>2007-07-17T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:55:51.701+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias de encantar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Um anjo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RpzIEJao2HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tDuD7a9vSDI/s1600-h/asas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088161652594497650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RpzIEJao2HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tDuD7a9vSDI/s400/asas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anjos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para a maioria das pessoas não existem, não passam de mitos e de crenças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas quando temos o privilégio de sentir que na nossa vida surge um anjo é maravilhoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saber que da forma mais incrivel "a" mensagem chega até nós, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saber que algo está ao nosso lado, nos acompanha, nos estende a mão para ajudar a seguir em frente e nos proteger no nosso percurso de vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é maravilhoso saber que afinal os anjos existem!!!&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/24831809-1363981748724582442?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1363981748724582442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=1363981748724582442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1363981748724582442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1363981748724582442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/um-anjo.html' title='Um anjo....'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RpzIEJao2HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tDuD7a9vSDI/s72-c/asas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-4889935433527907301</id><published>2007-07-13T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:57:25.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta-me...</title><content type='html'>falta-me o tempo, faltam-me as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;falta-me a força e a vontade de estar aqui...&lt;br /&gt;aqui onde já não há sol, nem chuva, nem estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;nem mesmo o teu sorriso, nem a tua mão na minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui onde o ontem é amanhã e o amnhã já passou,&lt;br /&gt;vida utópica, sem sentido, sem lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;sem rumo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vida que morreu mesmo antes de ser concebida,&lt;br /&gt;a vida dos que um dia sentiram na pele&lt;br /&gt;o teu calor... o calor do teu olhar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-4889935433527907301?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4889935433527907301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=4889935433527907301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4889935433527907301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4889935433527907301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/falta-me.html' title='Falta-me...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-2755485270591454056</id><published>2007-06-26T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:49:49.100+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pessoas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Os Professores do "Projecto 5"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RoEZFGjzuBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8vzmfcG9pxM/s1600-h/postal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080369430101473298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RoEZFGjzuBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8vzmfcG9pxM/s400/postal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O "Projecto 5" teve ao longo dos seus 3 anos de existência o apoio precioso de um grupo de professoras excepcionais que tiveram connosco uma enorme paciência e dedicação, a elas quero deixar aqui mais uma vez a homenagem que lhes é merecida e umas palavras a cada uma delas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;À Prof.ª Fernanda Torre, a nossa directora de turma durante dois anos, dizer-lhe que agradecemos muito ter estado ao nosso lado SEMPRE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;À Prof.ª Paula Azevedo, reforçar o seu execelente trabalho quando nós já estavamos descrentes com o que se iria passar a seguir à disciplina de português.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;À Prof. Teresa Ramalho... que dizer? Apenas que foi quem FENOMENAL!! Aí aqueles apontamentos... ainda hoje os guardo religiosamente! E as aulas... Muito boas mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;À Prof.ª Sandra Nunes dizer que as aulas ao som da musica foram muito à frente, que mostrar o outro lado da história foi sem dúvida o melhor do programa (quem ainda se lembra de trautear a "La Marseillaise e a Carmagnole"?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À Prof.ª Carmo Magalhães (História), foram as aulas mais liberais que alguma vez tivemos, debates, apresentação de aulas... tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À Prof.ª Carmo Magalhães (Economia), com mt paciência lá nos consegui incutir conceitos económicos e mostrar a realidade do mundo económico em que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À Prof.ª Coneceição Leal... foi a melhor forma de aprender filosofia, nunca ninguém nos tinha feito pensar tanto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por fim mas com um grande presença em nós a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof.ª Fátima Silva... que podemos dizer? Consegui que em 4 candidaturas ao ensino superior 3 sejam para Geografia!!! Obrigado pelo conhecimento paralelo que nos transmitiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim fica aqui o meu registo e admiração por estas 8 MULHERES MARAVILHOSAS... por favor continuem sempre assim e ajudem muitos "Projectos 5" a chegarem ao fim pela vossa vida fora!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até Sempre....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-2755485270591454056?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2755485270591454056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=2755485270591454056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2755485270591454056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2755485270591454056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/06/os-professores-do-projecto-5.html' title='Os Professores do &quot;Projecto 5&quot;'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RoEZFGjzuBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8vzmfcG9pxM/s72-c/postal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-2573463795607888333</id><published>2007-06-25T10:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T16:24:33.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pessoas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Projecto 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rn_JkWjzt_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/m55eyBbwUrY/s1600-h/despedida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080000531065452530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rn_JkWjzt_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/m55eyBbwUrY/s320/despedida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estes são os elementos do Projecto 5, a eles mais uma vez quero deixar uma palavra de carinho... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A convivência diária nos ultimos três anos, fez com que esse tempo, agora passado, seja recordado com imensa saudade, saudade uma vez que todos os minutos foram de constante partilha de sentimentos, emoções, conhecimento, vivencias... tudo!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para vós meus amigos, o que quero desejar é as maiores felicidades, os maiores sucessos, as maiores alegrias... que a vossa vida seja o que mais quiserem que ela seja!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigada por terem feito parte de mim neste tempo e desejo que assim continue sempre...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sempre....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-2573463795607888333?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2573463795607888333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=2573463795607888333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2573463795607888333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2573463795607888333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/06/projecto-5.html' title='Projecto 5'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rn_JkWjzt_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/m55eyBbwUrY/s72-c/despedida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-6211263489160196534</id><published>2007-06-19T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:38:33.202+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>É assim que me sinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RncXamjzt-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/w16hSePgfPE/s1600-h/Imagem+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RncXamjzt-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/w16hSePgfPE/s320/Imagem+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077552850678298594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"O que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Não disto nem daquilo nem sequer de tudo ou de nada:&lt;br /&gt;Cansaço assim mesmo, ele mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansaço."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Álvaro de Campos, Poesia, 1934&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/24831809-6211263489160196534?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6211263489160196534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=6211263489160196534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/6211263489160196534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/6211263489160196534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/06/assim-que-me-sinto.html' title='É assim que me sinto'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RncXamjzt-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/w16hSePgfPE/s72-c/Imagem+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-5277459797620764738</id><published>2007-06-06T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:57:10.413+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Fim de um caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RmaB1Wjzt4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YuWQpy03D_0/s1600-h/caminhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RmaB1Wjzt4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YuWQpy03D_0/s400/caminhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072884783868262274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso dizer que cumpri um objectivo, que percorri um caminho com sucesso e que cortei a meta com distinção.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero com isto me valorizar ou algo do genero, mas sim  olhar para trás, para os ultimos 3 anos e poder fazer um balanço de forma consciente. Com este balanço percebi que tudo na vida tem um custo, - o custo de oportunidade - em que perdemos umas coisas e ganhamos outras. As que perdi não posso voltar a vive-las, posso sim tentar recuperá-las, as que ganhei.... oh essas já ninguém me pode tirar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes 3 anos ganhei amigos, fiz inimigos, senti a admiração e o apoio de uns e a critica e a incompreensão de outros. Nestes 3 anos "chorei" muitas vezes por achar que mais uma vez estava errada na minha opção, que não iria ter forças para chegar ao fim, que não conseguia terminar a tarefa a que me tinha proposto, no entanto quando as forças faltavam, lá aparecia uma mão amiga a dar mais um empurrão para me ajudar a chegar ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dizer que foi fácil, sem duvida nenhuma não foi, mas se voltasse atrás faria da mesma forma já que no balanço final o saldo é bastante positivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos que sentiram a minha falta, eu estou de volta, nunca a 100% já que para mim não é fácil, (eu tenho que estar em várias frentes em simultâneo)  mas com uma enorme vontade de estar e de voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me feliz, aliviada, descansada, um pouco mais realizada e quero agradecer a todos, mas todos, os que estiveram do meu lado e os que estiveram contra mim ao longo destes 3 anos, sem eles isto não teria a menor piada!!!!&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/24831809-5277459797620764738?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5277459797620764738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=5277459797620764738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5277459797620764738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5277459797620764738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-posso-dizer-que-cumpri-um.html' title='Fim de um caminho'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RmaB1Wjzt4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YuWQpy03D_0/s72-c/caminhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-1573579685277344065</id><published>2007-05-19T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:45:51.952+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>E já lá vão 4 anos!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rk83I5bAgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/ycWyxp40ueo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066328731807679266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rk83I5bAgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/ycWyxp40ueo/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Eu e Tu... You and Me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nós.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in Love&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/24831809-1573579685277344065?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1573579685277344065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=1573579685277344065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1573579685277344065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1573579685277344065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/05/e-j-l-vo-4-anos.html' title='E já lá vão 4 anos!!!!'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rk83I5bAgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/ycWyxp40ueo/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-7748178092117535065</id><published>2007-05-17T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:46:01.214+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Publicidade'/><title type='text'>Publicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RkyDfJbAgxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0NWBLkuuF1s/s1600-h/violao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065568252013347602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RkyDfJbAgxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0NWBLkuuF1s/s400/violao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="htpp://www.musicoterapia.psc.br/violao.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;Gostas de música? 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RkSBFleEEgI/AAAAAAAAACs/BY-P0PWe8cw/s400/879975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liberdade:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s. f. condição do ser que pode agir livremente, isto é, consoante as leis da sua natureza (queda livre), da sua fantasia (tempo livre), da sua vontade (decisão livre); poder ou direito de agir sem coerção ou impedimento (liberdade de execução ou de acção); poder de se determinar a si mesmo, em plena consciência e após reflexão, e independentemente das forças interiores de ordem racional (liberdade de decisão); &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;livre arbítrio; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poder de agir sem motivo (liberdade de indiferença); &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;personificação das ideias liberais; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tolerância; (fig.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ousadia; licença; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desassombro; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;franqueza; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;familiaridade demasiada; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deliberação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Do lat. libertáte-, «id.»)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E  a tua liberdade? Como é? Como consegues definir ou experimentar essa sensação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha sinceramente nem sei se a chego a sentir, sinto que por vezes a nossa própria vida é uma condicionante da nossa própria LIBERDADE!!!&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/24831809-4730236685944550165?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4730236685944550165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=4730236685944550165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4730236685944550165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RjXX0leEEfI/AAAAAAAAACk/B0y6eqfsPN0/s1600-h/logo+cartao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059187054831997426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RjXX0leEEfI/AAAAAAAAACk/B0y6eqfsPN0/s320/logo+cartao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RjXVVFeEEeI/AAAAAAAAACc/6cVc2yilbg8/s1600-h/logo+cartao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;INAUGURAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A partir das 15 horas do dia 1 de Maio poderá encontrar nas Galerias Vilanovense um novo espaço de Arte Floral com imensas sugestões para aqueles dias que não quer deixar passar sem uma lembrança especial!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniversários&lt;br /&gt;Casamentos&lt;br /&gt;Batizados&lt;br /&gt;Dia da Mãe&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-7480557430646324134</id><published>2007-04-26T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:59:24.967+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descontair'/><title type='text'>Teste de personalidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Clica na figura em baixo e depois vai clicando na figura que têm mais a ver&lt;br /&gt;contigo e com a pergunta que é feita!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057719915478520274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RjChd1eEEdI/AAAAAAAAACU/v0yM_bhJBc0/s200/Graphic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RjChd1eEEdI/AAAAAAAAACU/v0yM_bhJBc0/s72-c/Graphic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-5722828705720849327</id><published>2007-04-20T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:52:03.828+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RilEDCRebvI/AAAAAAAAACM/0HH8hAY5410/s1600-h/Figura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055646875640557298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RilEDCRebvI/AAAAAAAAACM/0HH8hAY5410/s400/Figura1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RilACiRebuI/AAAAAAAAACE/BMNI6cTyAU4/s1600-h/empty.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&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/24831809-5722828705720849327?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5722828705720849327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=5722828705720849327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5722828705720849327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5722828705720849327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RilEDCRebvI/AAAAAAAAACM/0HH8hAY5410/s72-c/Figura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-7370078032574306228</id><published>2007-04-13T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:51:39.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>Hoje é dia Internacional do BEIJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Curlz MT;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Beijo - &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Do latim – osculum – diminutivo de os (boca) procede ósculo, sinónimo de beijo. Um beijo é o toque dos lábios com qualquer coisa, normalmente uma pessoa. Na cultura ocidental é considerado um gesto de afeição. Entre amigos, é utilizado como cumpriment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;o ou despedida. O beijo nos lábios de outra pessoa é um símbolo de afeição romântica ou de desejo sexual - neste último caso, o beijo pode ser também noutras partes do corpo, ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;ainda o chamado beijo de língua, em que as pessoas que se beijam mantêm a boca aberta enquanto trocam carícias com as línguas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Curlz MT;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh-bWmIsJ1I/AAAAAAAAABs/XHwjiCHo6Do/s1600-h/beijos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052928119429408594" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh-bWmIsJ1I/AAAAAAAAABs/XHwjiCHo6Do/s320/beijos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Curlz MT;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt; ABC D O B E I J O &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh-aC2IsJ0I/AAAAAAAAABk/IWdarEA582c/s1600-h/beijos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052926680615364418" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh-aC2IsJ0I/AAAAAAAAABk/IWdarEA582c/s320/beijos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;1.Beijo na mão...eu te adoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;2.Beijo na bochecha...eu só quero ser seu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;3.Beijo no pescoço...eu te quero&lt;br /&gt;4.Beijo nos labios...eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;5.Beijo nas orelhas...eu só estou fazendo joguinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;6.Beijo em qualquer outro lugar...não vamos nos deixar levar...&lt;br /&gt;7.Olhar nos olhos...me beije&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;8.Brincando com o seu cabelo...não posso viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;9.Mãos na sua cintura...te amo demais pra te deixar ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 id="blog-title" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beijo beso bisou bacio kiss kuß poljub kyss kisu polibek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh-bjmIsJ2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fi0GBW8AjTM/s1600-h/beijos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052928342767708002" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh-bjmIsJ2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fi0GBW8AjTM/s320/beijos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já que hoje é o dia Internacional do BEIJO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aqui vai um enorme &lt;img height="45" alt="beijos.gif (392 bytes)" src="http://www.geocities.com/abc_do_beijo/beijos.gif" width="60" /&gt;para todos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/24831809-7370078032574306228?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7370078032574306228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=7370078032574306228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/7370078032574306228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/7370078032574306228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoje-dia-internacional-do-beijo.html' title='Hoje é dia Internacional do BEIJO'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh-bWmIsJ1I/AAAAAAAAABs/XHwjiCHo6Do/s72-c/beijos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-3142164071593691394</id><published>2007-04-12T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T14:30:20.977+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflectir'/><title type='text'>Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh4z_WIsJzI/AAAAAAAAABc/F-kfnN4mtJ4/s1600-h/chaplim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052532995323078450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh4z_WIsJzI/AAAAAAAAABc/F-kfnN4mtJ4/s400/chaplim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-3142164071593691394?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3142164071593691394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=3142164071593691394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/3142164071593691394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/3142164071593691394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-chaplin.html' title='Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/Rh4z_WIsJzI/AAAAAAAAABc/F-kfnN4mtJ4/s72-c/chaplim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-5771371334715029967</id><published>2007-04-03T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:41:16.856+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>A balança e eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RhJZCqmUyPI/AAAAAAAAABU/YxflZqDoFzU/s1600-h/weight.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RhJZCqmUyPI/AAAAAAAAABU/YxflZqDoFzU/s400/weight.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049196034565392626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isto da balança anda novamente mal para os meus lados....&lt;br /&gt;Estou a sentir-me novamente gordinha&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/24831809-5771371334715029967?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5771371334715029967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=5771371334715029967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5771371334715029967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5771371334715029967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/isto-da-balana-anda-novamente-mal-para.html' title='A balança e eu'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RhJZCqmUyPI/AAAAAAAAABU/YxflZqDoFzU/s72-c/weight.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-8565721126370434634</id><published>2007-03-27T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:21:18.823+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>Corrida do Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RgpHSqmUyOI/AAAAAAAAABI/Qiynuc43EaM/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046924718420314338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RgpHSqmUyOI/AAAAAAAAABI/Qiynuc43EaM/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Isto mais parece um comício do PSD todos de laranjinha, mas não estão enganados, foi a corrida da sport zone/corrida do dia do pai, que tal como a corrida da mulher mobilizou uma enorme corrente humana numa linda manhã de domingo.&lt;br /&gt;Esta corrida teve como objectivo ajudar a Associação Portuguesa de Paralisia Cerebral Núcleo Regional Norte (A.P.PC.), à qual foram entregues 16.658 € pela sport zone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E com a presença de um sol maravilhoso que fez questão de nos acompanhar durante todo o percurso, 17 mil pessoas participaram na corrida/caminhada. O objectivo final foi conseguido (16.658€), mas aliado à recolha de fundos, promoveu-se a prática de exercício físico e principalmente  momentos de convívio familiar que cada vez mais se vão perdendo e tornando raros com o stress do dia a dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aqui fica o meu registo e apoio a esta iniciativa que serviu de mote para mais um convívio "familiar", e claro um almoço delicioso (migas de feijão frade com grelos e broa, acompanhadas por bolinhos de bacalhau), e uma sobremesa ainda melhor, para recuperação das calorias perdidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Em cima alguns momentos deste salutar programa, em que aproveito para deixar um enorme carinho a todos os pais, aos que já são, aos que um dia virão a ser e no fundo a todos já que para aqui estarmos tivemos que ter um PAI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-8565721126370434634?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8565721126370434634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=8565721126370434634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/8565721126370434634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/8565721126370434634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/03/corrida-do-dia-do-pai.html' title='Corrida do Dia do Pai'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RgpHSqmUyOI/AAAAAAAAABI/Qiynuc43EaM/s72-c/collage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-5519168806530923585</id><published>2007-03-22T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:24:53.608Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ontem foi o dia Mundial da Poesia, e pelo menos a vantagem dos dias mundiais, sejam eles do que for,  é a possibilidade de se poder ao longo do dia ver alusões às situações que se comemoram. Ontem não foi excepção e no decorrer do dia e em diversos lugares encontrei imensas formas  de chamadas de atenção a poetas e aos seus poemas. A Metro do Porto também festejou este dia colocando nos veículos poemas e distribuiu poesia pelas estações, outras iniciativas ao longo do dia ocorreram em diferentes lugares e de diferentes formas. A minha participação fica aqui registada com um poema que eu acho simplesmente LINDO, de autoria de Florbela Espanca, que na minha opinião foi uma escritora e uma mulher fantástica!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"&gt;Se tu viesses ver-me hoje à tardinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu viesses ver-me hoje à tardinha,&lt;br /&gt;A essa hora dos mágicos cansaços,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite de manso se avizinha,&lt;br /&gt;E me prendesses toda nos teus barcos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me lembra: esse sabor que tinha&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca... o eco dos teus passos...&lt;br /&gt;O teu riso de fonte... os teus abraços...&lt;br /&gt;Os teus beijos... a tua mão na minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu viesses quando, linda e louca,&lt;br /&gt;Traça as linhas dulcíssimas dum beijo&lt;br /&gt;E é de seda vermelha e canta e ri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é como um cravo ao sol a minha boca...&lt;br /&gt;Quando os olhos se me cerram de desejo...&lt;br /&gt;E os meus braços se estendem para ti...&lt;/b&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/24831809-5519168806530923585?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5519168806530923585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=5519168806530923585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5519168806530923585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5519168806530923585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-mundial-da-poesia.html' title='Dia Mundial da Poesia'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-4109262818295410658</id><published>2007-03-09T01:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T18:40:54.163Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias especiais'/><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RfCu11TDgmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pf_nWtlLIqw/s1600-h/Dia+Mundial+da+Mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039720222890885730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RfCu11TDgmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pf_nWtlLIqw/s400/Dia+Mundial+da+Mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8 de Março, foi designado o dia internacional da MULHER, mas todos os dias são dias da MULHER, pela sua força, garra, determinação, ternura, dedicação, a forma como defende as suas convicções e ideias.... muito poderia se dizer da MULHER e de tudo o que a define e caracteriza, mas a maior diferença, a mais sublime, aquela que lhe dá mais prazer, orgulho é o mais simples deles todos, o mais natural, MULHER significa ser MÃE, esse é sem dúvida o melhor ser MULHER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A todas as mulheres que conheço e para aquelas que não conheço, sejam muito felizes por serem MULHERES!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-4109262818295410658?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4109262818295410658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=4109262818295410658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4109262818295410658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/4109262818295410658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-mundia-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da MULHER'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RfCu11TDgmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pf_nWtlLIqw/s72-c/Dia+Mundial+da+Mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-2274347814557572392</id><published>2007-03-05T12:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:20:16.077Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventos'/><title type='text'>12 000 MULHERES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RewMZtEO2nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BE0zCn9qXRk/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038415718854351474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RewMZtEO2nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BE0zCn9qXRk/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Ontem dia 4 de Março teve lugar no Porto a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)" href="http://www.runporto.com/index.html"&gt;corrida da mulher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; que contou com a presença de 12000 mulheres que unidas mostraram o seu apoio na luta contra o cancro da mama. Mesmo debaixo de chuva intensa a garra e a determinação em apoiar esta luta, que é de todas as mulheres e também de todos os homens, quer pelo gravidade da doença como pelo apoio que deve ser prestado em situações destas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Neste dia em especial mostrei o meu apoio a todas as mulheres, e o meu pensamento em especial para a minha querida Nela, que já passou pelo doloroso sofrimento causado pelo cancro da mama, mas que apesar disso mantém uma enorme alegria e força de vontade de viver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Um beijinho enorme para ti "Mon Amour"&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/24831809-2274347814557572392?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2274347814557572392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=2274347814557572392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2274347814557572392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/2274347814557572392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/03/12-000-mulheres.html' title='12 000 MULHERES'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RewMZtEO2nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BE0zCn9qXRk/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-5485791396914576379</id><published>2007-03-02T16:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:23:04.310Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu'/><title type='text'>JUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RehObdEO2mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xZ2w9ZvB8Sk/s1600-h/926845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RehObdEO2mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xZ2w9ZvB8Sk/s400/926845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037362416779713122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &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/24831809-5485791396914576379?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5485791396914576379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=5485791396914576379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5485791396914576379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/5485791396914576379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/03/just.html' title='JUST'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RehObdEO2mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xZ2w9ZvB8Sk/s72-c/926845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-1740037414406518129</id><published>2007-02-27T13:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:34:42.111Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias de encantar'/><title type='text'>Acordei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/ReQpvNsw2uI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kznClMEZ39w/s1600-h/Calor+da+Noite+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/ReQpvNsw2uI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kznClMEZ39w/s400/Calor+da+Noite+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036196174415059682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hoje acordei no silêncio da noite,&lt;br /&gt;aquele silêncio que só eu e tu conhecemos e que faz tocar no nosso coração e na nossa mente aquela musica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;aquela em que pela primeira vez te olhei nos olhos e senti o teu olhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;aquela música que fez promessas de amor eternas entre nós,&lt;br /&gt;aquela música, sabes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;aquela em que me dizias que eu tinha um sorriso lindo e do tamanho do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;um olhar meigo e que transbordava de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hoje acordei porque aquela música veio quebrar todo o silêncio da noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;toda a PAZ que eu sentia, trouxe todas as recordações do nosso amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ao som daquela música e preenchia a solidão dos nossos dias....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Aquela música.... a nossa música!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-1740037414406518129?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1740037414406518129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=1740037414406518129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1740037414406518129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1740037414406518129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/02/acordei.html' title='Acordei...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/ReQpvNsw2uI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kznClMEZ39w/s72-c/Calor+da+Noite+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-3803592523771321366</id><published>2007-02-18T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T13:12:04.958Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cidades'/><title type='text'>O melhor de Gaia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RdhOn00KQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfbzDsnJtVo/s1600-h/Imagem+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RdhOn00KQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfbzDsnJtVo/s400/Imagem+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032859029685814114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Foto by Schreit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vista para o Porto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Pronto ok.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;a minha famíla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;os meus amigos.... 99% os meus amigos moram em Gaia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;as placas com indicação para o Porto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;as pontes que ligam as duas cidades.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;e a certeza que o Porto está mesmo ali ao lado:)&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/24831809-3803592523771321366?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3803592523771321366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=3803592523771321366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/3803592523771321366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/3803592523771321366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-melhor-de-gaia.html' title='O melhor de Gaia....'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzG_p3XT9bM/RdhOn00KQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfbzDsnJtVo/s72-c/Imagem+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-1665021696684890926</id><published>2007-02-13T09:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:40:23.297Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflectir'/><title type='text'>FÁCIL versus DIFÍCIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falar é completamente fácil, quando se tem palavras em mente que expressem a nossa opinião.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes o que realmente queremos dizer, o quanto queremos dizer, antes que a pessoa vá embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é julgar pessoas que estão a ser expostas pelas circunstâncias.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é encontrar e reflectir sobre os seus erros, ou tentar fazer diferente algo que já fez muito errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ser colega, fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ele deseja ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso.E com confiança no que diz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre esta situação.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer.Ou ter coragem para fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo o deixa irritado.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece, te respeita e te entende.E é assim que perdemos pessoas especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é mentir aos quatro ventos o que tentamos camuflar.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é mentir para o nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ver o que queremos ver.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é saber que nos iludimos com o que achamos ter visto. Admitir que nos deixamos levar, mais uma vez, isso é difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é dizer "oi" ou "como vai?"&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é dizer "adeus". Principalmente quando somos culpados pela partida de alguém das nossas vidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é abraçar, apertar as mãos, beijar de olhos fechados.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é sentir a energia que é transmitida.Aquela que toma conta do corpo como uma corrente eléctrica quando tocamos a pessoa certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é querer ser amado.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é amar completamente só. Amar de verdade, sem ter medo de viver, sem ter medo do depois. Amar e se entregar, aprender a dar valor somente a quem te ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ouvir a música que toca.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é ouvir a sua consciência acenando o tempo todo, mostrando as escolhas erradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ditar regras.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é segui-las. Ter a noção exacta das nossas próprias vidas, ao contrário de ter noção das vidas dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é perguntar o que deseja saber.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é estar preparado para escutar esta resposta.Ou querer entender a resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é chorar ou sorrir quando dá vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é sorrir com vontade de chorar ou chorar de rir de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é dar um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é entregar a alma. Sinceramente, por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é sair com várias pessoas ao longo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é entender que pouquíssimas delas te vão aceitar como és e te fazer feliz por completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ocupar um lugar na lista telefónica.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é ocupar o coração de alguém saber que se é realmente amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é sonhar todas as noites.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é lutar por um sonho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-1665021696684890926?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1665021696684890926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=1665021696684890926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1665021696684890926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/1665021696684890926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/02/fcil-versus-difcil.html' title='FÁCIL versus DIFÍCIL'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-117094725279125590</id><published>2007-02-08T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T11:45:24.380Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>As minhas Palavras entre muitas!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/367985/Imagem%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/400/380317/Imagem%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Palavras ao Acaso perdidas entre muitas outras palavras de um pequeno livro que foi um sonho tornado realidade por muitos escritores da blogosfera. Um sonho do nosso amigo António Rosa que foi a chave que abriu a porta para a obra final!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Um beijinho e um muito obrigado para o nosso impulsionador e para todos os que têm as suas palavras entre todos as que fazem parte deste livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Uma coincidência ou talvez não, eu e o meu "amigo" Brunex do Clube de Tinta ficamos em paginas seguidas.... um beijinho grande para ti :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Para a Ana o meu obrigada muito especial, sem ela a minha participação nunca tinha acontecido, para o meu Tellinha um beijo muito especial, sem o seu amor eu nunca poderia escrever o que afinal é o AMOR.... para o meu Ricky um beijo doce, o AMOR de mãe é sempre o mais puro e sincero!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-117094725279125590?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/117094725279125590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=117094725279125590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/117094725279125590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/117094725279125590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-minhas-palavras-entre-muitas.html' title='As minhas Palavras entre muitas!!!!'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-117068639416164413</id><published>2007-02-05T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T11:45:44.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Já sinto falta....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/622843/chuva%20-%20hassan%20farahani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/400/654953/chuva%20-%20hassan%20farahani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Já sinto falta dos fins de tarde, de chegar a casa e ter tempo para não fazer nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;de ficar a olhar pela janela e ver a vida lá fora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;de deixar entrar pela janela os últimos raios de sol que separam o dia da noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;e que aquecem a sala com o seu calor e a sua cor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Já sinto falta de ficar no sofá, enroscada em ti... a rir, a ouvir as nossas músicas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;ou simplesmente a desfrutar do silêncio e do tempo passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Já sinto falta de passar horas a preparar um jantar especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Já sinto falta de um serão em família,&lt;br /&gt;de ver um filme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;de fazer o meu ponto cruz ou desfolhar as minhas revistas,&lt;br /&gt;Já sinto falta do riso dos meus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;dos lanches em casa da avó,&lt;br /&gt;de passear ao domingo de manhã e sentir o vento frio na cara,&lt;br /&gt;e os raios de sol a queimarem a minha pele,&lt;br /&gt;Já sinto falta de ter tempo,&lt;br /&gt;para as pequenas coisas da vida....&lt;br /&gt;aquelas que nos fazem sentir bem,&lt;br /&gt;que nos mostram que afinal ainda vale a pena ter sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;ter projectos, ter ideias,&lt;br /&gt;Já sinto falta dos meus cadernos, onde escrevo o que me apetece&lt;br /&gt;e o que não me apetece...&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as coisas de que sinto falta,&lt;br /&gt;que já nem sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Quero voltar a ter tempo para deixar de sentir tanta falta das coisas simples da vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-117068639416164413?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/117068639416164413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=117068639416164413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/117068639416164413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/117068639416164413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/02/j-sinto-falta.html' title='Já sinto falta....'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116974613005219416</id><published>2007-01-23T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:28:50.070Z</updated><title type='text'>23 de Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/787605/fogo%2Banimado.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/400/125782/fogo%2Banimado.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116974613005219416?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116974613005219416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116974613005219416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116974613005219416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116974613005219416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/01/23-de-janeiro.html' title='23 de Janeiro'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116949044697362940</id><published>2007-01-22T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T18:27:26.990Z</updated><title type='text'>mas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/792318/683015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/320/859171/683015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;VALEU A PENA!!&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/24831809-116949044697362940?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116949044697362940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116949044697362940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116949044697362940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116949044697362940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/01/mas.html' title='mas....'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116532643456383769</id><published>2007-01-22T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:59:59.890Z</updated><title type='text'>para chegar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/171668/1514969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/320/14332/1514969.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caminhos, íngremes,&lt;br /&gt;difíceis,&lt;br /&gt;        longos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até chegar &lt;a href="http://schreit.blogspot.com///"&gt;a ti&lt;/a&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/24831809-116532643456383769?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116532643456383769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116532643456383769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116532643456383769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116532643456383769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/01/para-chegar.html' title='para chegar...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116862039794357441</id><published>2007-01-12T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:34:21.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/199159/fechadura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/320/696195/fechadura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dou um último olhar para trás antes de fechar a porta, tento naqueles breves instantes  guardar na nossa memória o cheiro do nosso perfume que se mistura com o cheiro dos nossos corpos, deixando no ar um aroma que me embriaga... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quero guardar na memória cada recanto daquela que foi a nossa casa, onde juntos passamos horas sem conta mergulhados no silencio dos nossos pensamentos... envoltos no calor do nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quero guardar na memória todas as musicas que juntos ouvimos e cantamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quero guardar na memória -  sim é na memória que ficam as nossas melhores recordações, aquelas que nunca queremos esquecer -  todos os abraços, todos os carinhos, os beijos que trocamos e todos aqueles que ficaram por trocar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quero guardar na memória tudo o que vivemos, o tão intenso que foi o nosso amor e tão intenso que foram, os momentos em que os nossos mundos caminhavam lado a lado e foram apenas um.. o tempo em que quisemos ser FELIZES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Agora que fechei a porta guardei na minha memória todas as emoções, todos os sentimentos... é tempo de seguir em frente. Há certamente um novo caminho a percorrer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota: as minhas palavras são apenas palavras ao acaso e nem sempre estão relacionadas com a minha vida directamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116862039794357441?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116862039794357441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116862039794357441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116862039794357441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116862039794357441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/01/memria.html' title='Memória'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116839560774582849</id><published>2007-01-10T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:32:11.593Z</updated><title type='text'>O livro "Que é o Amor?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.queeoamor.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/400/407473/0-Que-e-o-Amor1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queridos Amigos e Visitantes deste blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finalmente está para breve o lançamento deste livro, no qual eu tenho uma pequena participação. Todas as informações referentes a como comprar, quando, preço e afins está disponível na &lt;a href="http://www.livrosnovalis.com/product_info.php?products_id=221"&gt;Editora Anjo Dourado&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero que gostem do livro e que façam as vossas encomendas, a sessão de autógrafos lá em casa vai ser marcada em breve com direito a chá e a bolinho hehehe, (mas só para os clientes habituais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até breve e com o livro no bolso!!!&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/24831809-116839560774582849?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116839560774582849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116839560774582849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116839560774582849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116839560774582849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-livro-que-o-amor.html' title='O livro &quot;Que é o Amor?&quot;'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116758758062765036</id><published>2006-12-31T17:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:53:00.690Z</updated><title type='text'>2007 está a chegar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/327319/happy-new-year-708144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/320/622759/happy-new-year-708144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um  &lt;a href="http://cards.123greetings.com/cgi-bin/newcards/showimage.pl?no=25024&amp;q1=ejan_ny_friends&amp;amp;cat=Events&amp;image=/thumbs/ejan_ny_friends/8607-013-07-1027.gif&amp;amp;title=Cool+And+Fun+2007+%21&amp;backgr=friends07.gif&amp;amp;tcolor=7a0101&amp;tsize=5&amp;amp;tface=comic+sans+ms&amp;type=html&amp;amp;subcat=Friends&amp;log=theholidayspot&amp;amp;newbgpath=new&amp;newmuspath=eventsnew&amp;amp;src=&amp;bigimagetype=new&amp;amp;DATE=%5B%20Jan%201%20%5D&amp;tempval=New%20Year%21%21newyear.pl"&gt;Fantástico 2007&lt;/a&gt;  para todos é o que desejo a todos e fica  a promessa que com o inicio do novo ano, este espaço vai ter a merecida atenção!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos para todos!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116758758062765036?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116758758062765036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116758758062765036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116758758062765036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116758758062765036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/12/2007-est-chegar.html' title='2007 está a chegar'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116678566504574014</id><published>2006-12-22T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:07:45.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Receita para um Ano Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/464907/cozinheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/320/711003/cozinheiro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 677px; height: 146px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Tome 12 meses completos.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;             Limpe-os cuidadosamente de toda a amargura, ódio e inveja.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;             Corte cada mês em 28, 30, ou 31 pedaços diferentes, mas não               cozinhe todos ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;             Prepare um dia de cada vez com os seguintes ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;div align="center"&gt;           &lt;table border="0" width="208"&gt;             &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;               &lt;td width="200"&gt;                 &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-                 Uma parte de fé&lt;br /&gt;               - Uma parte de paciência&lt;br /&gt;               - Uma parte de coragem&lt;br /&gt;               - Uma parte de trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Junte a             cada dia uma parte de esperança, de felicidade e amabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Misture bem, com uma parte de oração, uma parte de meditação e             uma parte de entrega.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Tempere com uma dose de bom espírito, uma pitada de alegria e um             pouco de acção, e uma boa medida de humor.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Coloque tudo num recipiente de amor.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Cozinhe bem, ao fogo de uma alegria radiante.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Guarneça com um sorriso e sirva sem reserva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116678566504574014?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116678566504574014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116678566504574014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116678566504574014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116678566504574014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/12/receita-para-um-ano-feliz.html' title='Receita para um Ano Feliz'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116478714775546543</id><published>2006-11-29T07:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:06:26.460Z</updated><title type='text'>És tu e apenas tu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/335005/pordosol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/320/951568/pordosol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/56060/pordosol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2445/1513/1600/869334/Recovered_JPEG%20Digital%20Camera_280.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Imaginem um pôr-do-sol visto do alto de uma falésia qualquer... Sentem-se numa pedra escolhida ao acaso. Olhem o horizonte e deixem que tudo vos entre pela pele: Cheiros, sons, sabores...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero deixar-me envolver pelas sensações, quero ver na pele o reflexo da cor de fogo do pôr-do-sol, quero sentir o seu calor, quero que a brisa de seguida me refresque e me eleve.... que eleve o meu pensamento até ti, porque és tu que me fazes sentir bem e me fazes sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És tu que eu não conheço, a quem eu ainda não dei nome, nem vi a face, que trouxe o sorriso de volta ao meu rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És tu de quem desconheço o cheiro que quero seguir em cada minuto da minha existência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És tu que estás aí de mão enstendida à espera, num recanto qualquer do meu caminho, que quero abraçar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És tu que dizes palavras de força, de amizade, de carinho, que quero ouvir de manhã quando acordo e à noite antes de adormecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És tu que sem existir, ou existindo.... não sei, que trouxe de volta até mim a vontade de ser novamente EU, de ser feliz, de sorrir... és tu com quero partilhar as minhas emoções e os meus sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És tu e apenas tu quem eu quero abraçar ao pôr-do-sol!!!!&lt;/span&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/24831809-116478714775546543?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116478714775546543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116478714775546543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116478714775546543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116478714775546543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/s-tu-e-apenas-tu.html' title='És tu e apenas tu!'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116473380403917102</id><published>2006-11-28T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:11:58.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Encontros Perfeitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/Imagem%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/400/Imagem%20065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116473380403917102?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116473380403917102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116473380403917102&amp;isPopup=true' title='113 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116473380403917102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116473380403917102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/encontros-perfeitos.html' title='Encontros Perfeitos'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>113</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116420562501003300</id><published>2006-11-22T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T14:27:05.056Z</updated><title type='text'>fechei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/905774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/905774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;já foi há tanto tempo que até perdi a conta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;lembro-me de que queria esquecer, que jamais queria lembrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;fechei no mais longínquo recanto das minhas memórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tudo o que me fazia mal, tudo o que me fazia bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;deixei lá ficar as lágrimas e os sorrisos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;as alegrias e as tristezas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;conti as emoções para não transparecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;o que me vai no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;o que me vai na alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;fechei as recordações, aquelas que me faziam lembrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;da cor do sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;da alegria da infância... das brincadeiras no jardim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;do primeiro beijo e do ultimo que trocamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fechei as minhas memórias e agora já não consigo mais lembrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;não consigo voltar a abrir a porta...&lt;br /&gt;para as voltar a sentir vivas dentro de mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116420562501003300?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116420562501003300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116420562501003300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116420562501003300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116420562501003300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/fechei.html' title='fechei...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116419541740383419</id><published>2006-11-22T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:36:57.420Z</updated><title type='text'>As coisas boas da vida</title><content type='html'>1. Apaixonar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      2. Rir tanto até que as faces doam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      3. Um chuveiro quente num Inverno frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      4. Um supermercado sem filas nas caixas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      5. Um olhar especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      6. Receber correio (pode ser electrónico.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      7. Conduzir numa estrada linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      8. Ouvir a nossa música preferida no rádio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      9. Ficar na cama a ouvir a chuva cair lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      10. Toalhas quentes acabadas de serem engomadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      11. Encontrar a camisola que se quer em saldo a metade do preço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      12. Batido de chocolate (baunilha ou morango).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      13. Uma chamada de longa distância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      14. Um banho de espuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      15...Rir baixinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      16. Uma boa conversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      17. A praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      18. Encontrar uma nota de 20 euros no casaco pendurado desde o último&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      19. Rir-se de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      20. Chamadas à meia-noite que duram horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      21. Correr entre os jactos de água de um aspersor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      22. Rir por nenhuma razão especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      23. Alguem que te diz que és o máximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      24. Rir de uma anedota que vem à memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      25. Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      26. Ouvir acidentalmente alguem dizer bem de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      27. Acordar e verificar que ainda há algumas horas para continuar a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      28. O primeiro beijo (ou mesmo o primeiro com novo parceiro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      29. Fazer novos amigos ou passar o tempo com os velhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      30. Brincar com um cachorrinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      31. Haver alguém a mexer-te no cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      32. Belos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      33. Chocolate quente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      34. Fazer-se à estrada com os amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      35. Balancear-se num balancé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      36. Embrulhar presentes sob a árvore de Natal comendo chocolates e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebendo a bebida favorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     37. Letra de canções na capa do CD para podermos cantá-las sem nos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentirmos estúpidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     38. Ir a um bom concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     39. Trocar um olhar com um belo/a desconhecido/a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     40. Ganhar um jogo renhido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     41. Fazer bolachas de chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     42. Receber de amigos biscoitos feitos em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     43. Passar tempo com amigos íntimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      44. Ver o sorriso e ouvir as gargalhadas dos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     45. Andar de mão dada com quem gostamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     46. Encontrar por acaso um velho amigo e ver que algumas coisas ( boas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou más) nunca mudam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     47. Patinar sem cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     48. Observar o contentamento de alguem que está a abrir um presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que lhe ofereceste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     49. Ver o nascer do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     50. Levantar-se da cama todas as manhãs e agradecer outro belo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     51. E ver a tua cara a ler esta mensagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116419541740383419?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116419541740383419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116419541740383419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116419541740383419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116419541740383419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-coisas-boas-da-vida.html' title='As coisas boas da vida'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116359935722750566</id><published>2006-11-15T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:05:12.430Z</updated><title type='text'>perdida nas tuas mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/maos.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/maos.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos que tocam, que se deixam tocar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;mãos que amam e deixam ser amadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;mãos que sentem, que sentiram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;que transbordam emoções... sentimentos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero sentir o calor das tuas mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;o seu aconchego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;a sua protecção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;o seu carinho e conforto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero me perder nas tuas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;sentir-me novemente pequenina,&lt;br /&gt;novamente amada,&lt;br /&gt;ser o centro de ti,&lt;br /&gt;estar no teu centro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero perder-me nas tuas mãos.... novamente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adoro mãos... olha-las, observá-las, imaginar o que já passaram, sentir as emoções que já viveram, tudo o que podem transmitir, todas as histórias que podem contar...&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/24831809-116359935722750566?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116359935722750566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116359935722750566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116359935722750566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116359935722750566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/perdida-nas-tuas-mos.html' title='perdida nas tuas mãos'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116289524133781591</id><published>2006-11-07T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:28:58.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/naluz.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/200/naluz.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Parece irreal, parece de loucos, tudo o que vivo e sinto, parece de loucos o meu pensamento que flui sem destino, leva-me longe e por vezes tão perto para sentir que mais uma vez não estás aqui!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O teu pensamento está longe, longe deste lugar, longe de tudo, longe de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Parece de loucos gostar como gosto, parece de loucos sentir-me nesta loucura sem retorno... parece de loucos este mundo, este tempo em que a loucura é uma constante e a unica coisa que me mantém aqui!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"A vida é uma loucura e de loucos todos temos um puco, mas também é esta loucura que nos mantém vivos, nesta dança louca frenética que é a vida!"&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/24831809-116289524133781591?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116289524133781591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116289524133781591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116289524133781591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116289524133781591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/loucura.html' title='Loucura'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116280895223932230</id><published>2006-11-06T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:32:13.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinto-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/34970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/34970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Fragmentada.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Foto &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116280895223932230?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116280895223932230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116280895223932230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116280895223932230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116280895223932230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/sinto-me.html' title='Sinto-me'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116162157608130998</id><published>2006-10-23T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:10:11.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/lagrima%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/lagrima%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sabes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Queria te dizer tanta coisa dizer que hoje o dia está lindo, que o sol brilha e que a chuva caí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; que o mar está azul, que o canteiro do jardim tem flores novas, que acabei o livro que estava a ler e que já ouvi o CD que me ofereces-te..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Queria te dizer que sinto saudades que me acaricies os cabelos quando me enroscava no teu colo... sabes hoje fui dar um passeio, sentir o cheiro das ruas por onde passeavamos em tempos, e lembrei (com alegria) quando regressavamos a casa e me abraçavas para proteger do frio... e olhavamos as estrelas à procura de constelações.... lembras-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Era bom ouvir a tua voz antes de adormecer e acordar com o teu bom dia, esperar pelo fim do dia para sentir o teu abraço novamente... por vezes a minha memória atraiçoa-me, parece que não consigo lembrar à quanto tempo isso foi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mas não é só a minha memória que me atraiço-a, são os meus sentimentos, são as minhas emoções também.... choro quando devia rir, rio quando devia chorar, no meu rosto correm lágrimas quando recordo, quando penso, quando sinto.... lágrimas de alegria? de tristeza? de saudade? ou lágrimas apenas....&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/24831809-116162157608130998?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116162157608130998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116162157608130998&amp;isPopup=true' title='110 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116162157608130998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116162157608130998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/10/sabes.html' title='Sabes...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>110</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116134454039608074</id><published>2006-10-20T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:45:17.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>de ti e de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/586967.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/200/586967.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sinto falta do sol a bater no meu rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a fazer brilhar os teus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a iluminar o que de mais bonito tens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sinto falta da brisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a envolver os nossos corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;num abraço longo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sinto falta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;dos fins de tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;do vento e do mar em dias de chuva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;do cheiro da relva acabada de cortar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;de lencóis lavados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;das palavras certas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;de jogar à macaca e saltar à corda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;da tua vóz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;da musica&lt;br /&gt;da lua e das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sinto falta de ti e de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116134454039608074?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116134454039608074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116134454039608074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116134454039608074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116134454039608074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/10/de-ti-e-de-mim.html' title='de ti e de mim'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116056687562598098</id><published>2006-10-11T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:43:34.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>momentos felizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/9789728762438.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/400/9789728762438.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Pus o meu sonho num navio&lt;br /&gt;e o navio em cima do mar;&lt;br /&gt;- depois, abri o mar com as mãos&lt;br /&gt;para o meu sonho naufragar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos ainda estão molhadas&lt;br /&gt;do azul das ondas entreabertas,&lt;br /&gt;e a cor que escorre dos meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;colore as areias desertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento vem vindo de longe,&lt;br /&gt;a noite se curva de frio;&lt;br /&gt;debaixo da água vai morrendo&lt;br /&gt;meu sonho, dentro de um navio..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é feita de pequenos momentos.... momentos felizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Obrigada por este momento de felicidade, o livro é lindo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116056687562598098?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116056687562598098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116056687562598098&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116056687562598098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116056687562598098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/10/momentos-felizes.html' title='momentos felizes'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116013971299449021</id><published>2006-10-06T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:34:50.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou como</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/89804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/89804.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sou como o vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sempre por aí a percorrer o mundo com o pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sou como o fumo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;apenas o rasto de um fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sou como a água,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mole, transparente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tudo o que sinto se reflete em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sou como as nuvens em dia de chuva..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sou como o mar serena por fora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;revolta por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sou como as correntes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;vivo presa a algo que me impede de prosseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sou como sou porque não consigo ser de outra forma!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116013971299449021?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116013971299449021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116013971299449021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116013971299449021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116013971299449021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/10/sou-como.html' title='Sou como'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-116004157233731152</id><published>2006-10-05T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:58:46.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/cartas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/200/cartas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Todas as cartas de amor são&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossem&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Como as outras,&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cartas de amor, se há amor,&lt;br /&gt;Têm de ser&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, afinal,&lt;br /&gt;Só as criaturas que nunca escreveram&lt;br /&gt;Cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;É que são&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera no tempo em que escrevia&lt;br /&gt;Sem dar por isso&lt;br /&gt;Cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que hoje&lt;br /&gt;As minhas memórias&lt;br /&gt;Dessas cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;É que são&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Todas as palavras esdrúxulas,&lt;br /&gt;Como os sentimentos esdrúxulos,&lt;br /&gt;São naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;Ridículas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álvaro de Campos, 21/10/1935 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho saudades de escrever cartas de amor.... ridículas, mas mais ainda, tenho saudades de as receber!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-116004157233731152?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116004157233731152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=116004157233731152&amp;isPopup=true' title='215 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116004157233731152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/116004157233731152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/10/cartas-de-amor.html' title='Cartas de Amor'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>215</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115884123985404322</id><published>2006-09-21T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:22:00.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>chorar, sofrer e morrer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/lagrima.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/200/lagrima.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nao vou chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque me ensinaste a sorrir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao vou perder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque me ensinaste a vencer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nao vou sofrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque me ensinaste a ser feliz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nao vou morrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque me ensinaste a viver;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mas se algum dia fores embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sofrer e morrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois nunca me ensinaste a te perder.&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/24831809-115884123985404322?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115884123985404322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115884123985404322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115884123985404322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115884123985404322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/09/chorar-sofrer-e-morrer.html' title='chorar, sofrer e morrer...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115822666294270659</id><published>2006-09-14T10:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:44:17.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;David olhou-a de frente, em silêncio. Duas grossas lágrimas escorreram-lhe pela cara abaixo, mas ele manteve-se firme a olhá-la. Viu, outra vez ainda, como ela era bonita e extraordinária e sentiu um arrepio por pensar que era sua. A sua mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    - Depois, meu amor, depende de ti. Se ficares comigo, eu gastarei o resto dos meus dias a tentar merecer perdão pelo que te fiz e tudo o que me possas fazer de mal, nem que seja por leviandade ou por vingança, eu saberei aceitar, como preço a pagar pela desonra que trouxe a ti e à tua família. Não te digo isto de ânimo leve nem como pedido de desculpas arranjado à pressa. Pelo contrário, pensei muito em nós, de ontem para hoje, e a minha unica vontade agora é lutar por aquilo que me resta, que és tu. Se ficares comigo, eu recomeçarei a nossa vida de outra maneira, algures, em qualquer lugar e fazendo não importa o quê. Se te fores embora, eu compreendo-te e aceito, sem te colocar qualquer objecção, e então tratarei do meu destino sozinho. Acho que não há mais nada do que eu possa dizer, neste momento. Não tenho mais nada para te oferecer , nenhuma promessa que te possa fazer, nada. Só quero que saibas que te amo, cada dia mais, e que estou miseravelmente triste pelo que te fiz. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.... voltou para dentro e para o quarto e foi encontrá-lo ainda na mesma posição, sentado no sofá com a cabeça entre as mãos e as mesmas duas grossas lágrimas como que suspensas á sua espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    - Não te deixarei, David. Não te deixarei nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;in Equador de Miguel Sousa Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta passagem tocou-me fortemente, (por razões óbvias) um amor sem ressentimentos, uma dedicação....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115822666294270659?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115822666294270659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115822666294270659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115822666294270659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115822666294270659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/09/perdo.html' title='Perdão'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115768990178998703</id><published>2006-09-08T05:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T05:31:41.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/Imagem%20107.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/Imagem%20107.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Gostaria que todas as pessoas fossem assim como a água...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;claras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;transparentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;puras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;limpidas... sem segredos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;sem medos de seguir o caminho que pretendem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;sempre com vontade, sempre com aquilo que as fez ser diferentes de todas as outras... SINCERIDADE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Como eu queria que ninguém se enganasse assim tão fortemente..... não se magoasse assim apenas porque..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115768990178998703?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115768990178998703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115768990178998703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115768990178998703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115768990178998703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/09/sinceridade.html' title='Sinceridade'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115739012555572185</id><published>2006-09-04T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:26:11.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>memorias de verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/Imagem%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/Imagem%20082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;marcas de um amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;acabado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;renascido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sem pressas de acabar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sem esperanças de renascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;um amor inventado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;reinventado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;inacabado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sofrido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;amargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nosso,&lt;br /&gt;meu apenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;um amor...&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/24831809-115739012555572185?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115739012555572185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115739012555572185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115739012555572185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115739012555572185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/09/memorias-de-vero.html' title='memorias de verão'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115693868652326481</id><published>2006-08-30T14:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:10:24.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sinto falta..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/foste%20embora.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/foste%20embora.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Sinto falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;do toque das tuas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;das palavras doces que me dizias ao ouvido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta,&lt;br /&gt;de ti em mim,&lt;br /&gt;apesar de estares mesmo ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta,&lt;br /&gt;de tudo o que eras e foste um dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;e já não és mais.. e não queres ser mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Sinto falta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;de tudo o que um dia me fazias sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;do que me dizias valer a pena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;sinto falta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;o teu corpo colado ao meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;a tua mente na minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;ser o ar que respiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;o teu sentido de vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;sinto falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estás aqui e eu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINTO TANTO A TUA FALTA&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/24831809-115693868652326481?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115693868652326481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115693868652326481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115693868652326481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115693868652326481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/sinto-falta.html' title='sinto falta..'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115616541819988674</id><published>2006-08-21T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:03:38.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu riso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Tira-me o pão, se quiseres,&lt;br /&gt;tira-me o ar, mas não&lt;br /&gt;me tires o teu riso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me tires a rosa,&lt;br /&gt;a lança que desfolhas,&lt;br /&gt;a água que de súbito&lt;br /&gt;brota da tua alegria,&lt;br /&gt;a repentina onda&lt;br /&gt;de prata que em ti nasce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha luta é dura e regresso&lt;br /&gt;com os olhos cansados&lt;br /&gt;às vezes por ver&lt;br /&gt;que a terra não muda,&lt;br /&gt;mas ao entrar teu riso&lt;br /&gt;sobe ao céu a procurar-me&lt;br /&gt;e abre-me todas&lt;br /&gt;as portas da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, nos momentos&lt;br /&gt;mais escuros solta&lt;br /&gt;o teu riso e se de súbito&lt;br /&gt;vires que o meu sangue mancha&lt;br /&gt;as pedras da rua,&lt;br /&gt;ri, porque o teu riso&lt;br /&gt;será para as minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;como uma espada fresca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À beira do mar, no outono,&lt;br /&gt;teu riso deve erguer&lt;br /&gt;sua cascata de espuma,&lt;br /&gt;e na primavera, amor,&lt;br /&gt;quero teu riso como&lt;br /&gt;a flor que esperava,&lt;br /&gt;a flor azul, a rosa&lt;br /&gt;da minha pátria sonora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri-te da noite,&lt;br /&gt;do dia, da lua,&lt;br /&gt;ri-te das ruas&lt;br /&gt;tortas da ilha,&lt;br /&gt;ri-te deste grosseiro&lt;br /&gt;rapaz que te ama,&lt;br /&gt;mas quando abro&lt;br /&gt;os olhos e os fecho,&lt;br /&gt;quando meus passos vão,&lt;br /&gt;quando voltam meus passos,&lt;br /&gt;nega-me o pão, o ar,&lt;br /&gt;a luz, a primavera,&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca o teu riso,&lt;br /&gt;porque então morreria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115616541819988674?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115616541819988674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115616541819988674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115616541819988674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115616541819988674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-teu-riso.html' title='O teu riso'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115577126770626667</id><published>2006-08-17T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:34:27.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/Img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/Img003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o meu "Rickymen" foi operado a uma apendicite aguda... vou estar ausente da blogosfera até ele estar mais recuperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha atenção agora é para ele:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e abraços para todos os que aqui passarem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115577126770626667?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115577126770626667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115577126770626667&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115577126770626667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115577126770626667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/ausncia.html' title='ausência'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115508837324004913</id><published>2006-08-09T02:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:52:53.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu fosse o SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Se eu fosse o SOL iluminava o TEU dia mesmo de noite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Se eu fosse o SOL acompanhava-TE em todos os TEUS movimentos e ajudava-TE a escolher todas as palavras nos momentos mais importantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Se eu fosse o SOL brilharia junto do TEU lindo olhar e CONTIGO contagiaria de alegria todos os seres que TE conhecessem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Se eu fosse o SOL faria com que a TUA  sombra fosse raio de luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas eu não sou o SOL e TU não TE podes sentar num dos meus raios e sobrevoar todas as terras e mares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E como eu não sou o SOL não tenho o dom de aquecer os corações de todos os que CONTIGO comunicam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas TU és um SOL que sorri e contagia os que TE rodeiam e eu apesar de não ser o SOL, posso ser um sorriso que retribui o TEU e sou uma das pessoas que tem o privilegio de saber quem TU és...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Se o TEU sorriso for para os outros, o sorriso que eu conheço de TI... acolhedor, sincero e bonito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Se o TEU olhar mostrar aos outros o que me mostra a mim de TI... alguém bom, cheio de força, alguém que gosta de viver, que gosta de dar, que tem garra para vencer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Se TU mostrares aos outros como ÉS, então todos vão perceber que mereces todas as opurtunidades que a vida TE possa dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E apesar de eu não ser o SOL, TU tens um SOL que TE ilumina, basta que confies em TI e que sejas um SOL que te ilumina, que sejas TU para dar certo aqui ou ali....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Só precisas de ser quem és, de sorrir e olhar com muita calma e generosidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;... alguém um dia vai perceber o que eu já percebi, TU és um ser maravilhoso e vais atingir os TEUS objectivos, vais brilhar como o SOL brilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Nós acreditamos em TI.... Se tu também  acreditares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Com um abraço de enorme carinho da Ana e do Miudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115508837324004913?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115508837324004913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115508837324004913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115508837324004913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115508837324004913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/se-eu-fosse-o-sol.html' title='Se eu fosse o SOL'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115491113471316044</id><published>2006-08-07T01:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:38:54.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"escolha"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/caminho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por mais palavras que se digam, nunca serão suficientes para explicar o que se sente, para explicar o que aconteceu, o que se passou, o que se fez  e porque se fez.. por vezes temos uma necessidade enorme de explicar todos os nossos actos, todas as nossas palavras, quando o melhor é nada dizer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste momento o silêncio parece ser a a "arma" mais utilizada, e sem dúvida a mais eficaz... eficaz porque consegue magoar mais que mil palavras, magoar mais que qualquer acto de violência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este trilho significa um caminho escolhido... mas que escolha!! uma escolha carregada de dor, de sofrimento, de culpas, de certezas incertas, de mágoa, de sofrimento... a cada hora, a cada minuto a cada segundo me questiono.. mas afinal quem deveria ter seguido este caminho anterioremente traçado? quem deveria estar lado a lado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero em breve conseguir encontrar todos estas respostas.. perceber se a "escolha" foi a acertada, perceber se o sofrimento causado por toda esta situação conseguirá ser minimisado pelo amor, pela alegria, pela vontade de estar comigo... enfim perceber se esta foi sem duvida a escolha acertada... se este foi o caminho certo a tomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu quero muito sentir a certeza de tudo, conseguir que certos sentimentos não influenciem outros que agora terão que renascer, que agora terão que ser reconquistados a dois, quero não sentir novamente a presença... quero ser apenas eu e tu... apenas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115491113471316044?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115491113471316044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115491113471316044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115491113471316044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115491113471316044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/escolha.html' title='&quot;escolha&quot;'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115447785440847639</id><published>2006-08-02T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:21:48.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>acasos de palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/3757200-md.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/200/3757200-md.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palavras ao acaso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é assim que me denomino, não por achar que as palavras são acasos, mas sim porque são acasos que nos podem conduzir a situações profundas, que marcam o nosso ser, a nossa essência... acasos de palavras feitas que não sabemos interpretar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não consigo imaginar quantas palavras posso eu ouvir, dizer ou mesmo escrever durante um dia.. mas não é sobre isso que me questiono, mas sim perceber qual o eco que elas poderão ter nos outros, que interpretação podem fazer, que elações podem tirar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aliados às palavras temos os actos, pensados ou não, simplesmente movidos pelo desejo, pela vontade de mostrar o que sentimos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e depois? será que temos palavras suficientes para explicar, para mostrarmos o que queremos e o que nos move? sinceramente acho que não, entre tantas palavras falta aquela que não dissemos, aquela que alguém queria ouvir... aquela que receamos sempre dizer mas que certamente faria a diferença...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;resta-me esperar que um dia as palavras deixem de ser acasos e se tornem em acasos que fazem as palavras!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;agora vou esperar... há tantas palavras para ouvir, para interpretar.. para sentir!!&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/24831809-115447785440847639?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115447785440847639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115447785440847639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115447785440847639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115447785440847639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/acasos-de-palavras.html' title='acasos de palavras'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115415969472887160</id><published>2006-07-29T05:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:00:17.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o futuro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/3043231-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/3043231-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Apetece-me escrever e faltam-me as letras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;quero falar e as palavras escasseiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;as ideias atropelam-se na minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;querem surgir todas em simultâneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;não me deixam encontrar conclusões, soluções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Vou começar por fazer um mapa, talvez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;desenhar novos caminhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;os percorridos estão gastos.. sem rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;não posso voltar ao passado, apenas me atormenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Tenho que arranjar novas forças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem pressas, sem vacilar.. o passado é passado!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115415969472887160?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115415969472887160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115415969472887160&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115415969472887160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115415969472887160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-futuro.html' title='o futuro...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115389123065447747</id><published>2006-07-26T06:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T06:22:19.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;5.53am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;A cama parece um objecto estranho, viro-me para um lado e para o outro, arranjo desesperadamente a almofada, fecho os olhos, tento não pensar, abro os olhos, os pensamentos são sempre os mesmos, a angustia de não te ter, a dor no peito... enorme, penso, fecho os olhos não quero pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;As lágrimas voltam a escorrer pelo rosto, abafo o sofrimento na almofada, não quero que o silêncio da noite faça ecoar o som da dor, da estupida dor do amor, aliás da falta dele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e penso "isto não passa de um sonho mau", amanhã vou acordar e tu vais voltar a dizer "és o meu anjo..", abro os olhos e "o teu anjo já não sou eu...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;De que adianta pensar, de que adianta querer que tudo volte atrás, de que adianta... nada literalmente NADA, resta-me chorar tudo de uma vez, enchugar as lágrimas e reaprender a viver... sem ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;6.09 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Não adianta tentar dormir, a noite já se afasta no horizonte, o dia parece querer nascer.. e eu? vou nascer também, entrar no chuveiro lavar com água corrente a dor da alma, desenhar um sorriso artificial nos lábios e sair para a luta do dia, que se avizinha longo... longo o suficiente para me afastar da cama, da lembrança da falta da tua presença na minha vida, para me afastar nem que por momentos dos pensamentos da tua presença um dia na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Fim de mais uma noite sem conseguir repousar a cabeça na almofada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115389123065447747?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115389123065447747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115389123065447747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115389123065447747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115389123065447747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-now.html' title='And Now..'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115358922007759556</id><published>2006-07-22T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:27:00.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Mais uma vez perdi o meu sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;a pouca alegria que me restava foi com o vento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;O meu rumo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;o meu guia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;a minha estrela.. onde estão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Cada vez sinto que o caminho a percorrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;é mais ingreme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;a escalada para alcançar a felicidade, parece não terminar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Apenas queria perceber a razão de tudo isto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;a razão de tudo estar preso sempre a um momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;a algo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;queria gritar bem alto, tirar de vez a dor e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;a culpa que está dentro de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Queria apenas acordar de manhã e conseguir sorrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;sentir que afinal vale a pena acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Queria secar de vez as lágrimas que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;correm pelo meus rosto a todo o momento e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;apenas chorar de felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;chorar porque algo de bom aconteceu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;mas nada de bom aconteceu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;estou sem forças para lutar contra a corrente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;contra tudo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Queria deitar a cabeça na almofada e acordar num mundo que não este!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115358922007759556?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115358922007759556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115358922007759556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115358922007759556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115358922007759556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/07/queria.html' title='Queria...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115347917510033151</id><published>2006-07-21T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:52:55.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A NOSSA História</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/coracao.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/400/coracao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;DE UM RIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu queria poder guardar a nossa história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;num lugar intocável para torná-la inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu queria envolver nosssos sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;num papel bonito e fazê-lo um presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;voltar a ser possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me lembro dos momentos doces que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;vivemos, me lembro do carinho e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;da emoção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas hoje meus olhos vêem tristes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;caminhos em direção à solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me resta muito pouco agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aos poucos tudo vai sumindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Com o tempo vi que não foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;só a sua presença que foi embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Perdi muito mais do que imaginava ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Por vezes afirmava não ter mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;razão para viver, forças para seguir e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;alternativas para escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sei que o amor tem suas fases,&lt;br /&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; dura é a fase da despedida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;São coisas que acontecem, são coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E assim sigo em frente, querendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;guardar nossa história, querendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;apenas absorver a última gota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;do rio que um dia em mim existiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Andrea BAG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Obrigada &lt;a href="http://katrinasub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katrina&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/24831809-115347917510033151?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115347917510033151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115347917510033151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115347917510033151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115347917510033151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/07/nossa-histria.html' title='A NOSSA História'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115307407076737205</id><published>2006-07-16T19:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:23:13.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Longo o caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/294494_85.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/294494_85.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/294494_85.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Longo será certamente o caminho a percorrer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sozinha, mas com uma certeza porém....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando chegar ao fim terei me encontrado, terei percebido o significado de muitos sentimentos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Companheirismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vitória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E muitos mais emoções que vão surgir com toda a certeza... Neste momento sinto que os nossos caminhos não se estão a querer encontrar, eu aqui e tu aí... No mesmo espaço fisico e tão longe no pensamento, na vontade, na atitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A culpa não é de ninguém e detodos ao mesmo tempo, se tiver que ser vou percorrer o longo caminho, sozinha, até me encontrar... até encontrar o que procuro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115307407076737205?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115307407076737205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115307407076737205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115307407076737205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115307407076737205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/07/longo-o-caminho.html' title='Longo o caminho'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115287345443302850</id><published>2006-07-14T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:37:34.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sempre em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/sensual.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/sensual.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou guardar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;para sempre em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o teu cheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o sabor dos teus beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O sal das lágrimas que bebi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;enquanto choravas a minha partida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O sabor do suor do teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando em trocas de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;os nossos corpos eram apenas um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não vou esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o toque das tuas mãos quando me abraçavas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando me amavas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;acariciavas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As palavras que sussurravas ao meu ouvido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;com promessas de AMOR ETERNO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas o AMOR NÃO É ETERNO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115287345443302850?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115287345443302850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115287345443302850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115287345443302850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115287345443302850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/07/para-sempre-em-mim.html' title='Para sempre em mim'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115209631804905098</id><published>2006-07-05T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T11:45:24.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/alone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Palavra ingrata, dolorosa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;algo que por vezes nos incomoda... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;que tememos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;mas por vezes tão necessária!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Só a solidão me vai permitir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; encontrar o que procuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;descobrir o que procuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;sentir a tua falta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ou mesmo perceber que não me fazes feliz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Apenas preciso de ficar só,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;com os meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;com os meus medos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;com os meus momentos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sozinha... apenas isso&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/24831809-115209631804905098?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115209631804905098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115209631804905098&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115209631804905098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115209631804905098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/07/solido.html' title='Solidão...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115151470766924216</id><published>2006-06-28T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:13:06.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje estou assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/chuva.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/chuva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades das coisas simples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daquelas que me fazem sorrir&lt;br /&gt;daquelas que me dão alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;das flores.. da chuva no rosto&lt;br /&gt;da areia.. do cheiro da terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de um dia calmo..&lt;br /&gt;do fim do dia... do nascer do sol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115151470766924216?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115151470766924216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115151470766924216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115151470766924216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115151470766924216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/06/hoje-estou-assim.html' title='Hoje estou assim'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115072477557464510</id><published>2006-06-19T14:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:46:15.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorda-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/m-559661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/m-559661.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Acorda-me devagarinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;com um beijo.. uma flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;envolve-me com as tuas palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;com as tuas carícias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Desperta-me do sonho e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;faz-me voltar a sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;mostra-me o azul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;mostra-me o infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Indica-me o caminho até ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;deixa-me ver as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a lua... o céu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;deixa-me ver para além do céu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Acorda-me assim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115072477557464510?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115072477557464510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115072477557464510&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115072477557464510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115072477557464510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/06/acorda-me.html' title='Acorda-me...'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24831809.post-115011354005063830</id><published>2006-06-12T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:08:17.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>enquanto fecho os olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/1600/5526097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2445/1513/320/5526097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De olhos fechados imagino um mundo todo pintado de azul, de todos os tons de azuis que possas imaginar, suaves, doces, meigos, daqueles tons que perduram no nosso olhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem mais nada perco-me no silêncio da tua voz, como se de uma terapia se tratasse, o meu corpo revitaliza-se com uma energia única transmitida do teu recanto mais profundo. As tuas palavras cheias de sabedoria saciam a minha fome e clarificam as minhas dúvidas, que consecutivamente vagueiam pela minha mente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De olhos fechados sinto uma calma imensa, imensurável, que me faz acreditar que afinal o mundo é feito de azuis de mil tons!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24831809-115011354005063830?l=ocasionalwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115011354005063830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24831809&amp;postID=115011354005063830&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115011354005063830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24831809/posts/default/115011354005063830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocasionalwords.blogspot.com/2006/06/enquanto-fecho-os-olhos.html' title='enquanto fecho os olhos'/><author><name>Brincando de Avental</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cgFLhOjLI/TZ4vPsQ7KnI/AAAAAAAABWE/KqPyjVytlmA/s220/dona%2Bde%2Bcasa2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
