<?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-8919199005008641377</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:47:21.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My endless words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-7773488431217593344</id><published>2009-07-11T10:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:57:00.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anda comigo ver os aviões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/Slhh1pKo-9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/bL5IGDQEP0w/s1600-h/2199208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357139330968648658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/Slhh1pKo-9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/bL5IGDQEP0w/s200/2199208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Anda comigo ver os aviões levantar voo. A rasgar as nuvens. Rasgar o céu. Anda comigo ao porto de leixões ver os navios, a levantar ferro, a rasgar o mar. Um dia eu ganho a lotaria. Ou faço uma magia, mas que eu eu morra aqui. Mulher tu sabes o quanto eu te amo,o quanto eu gosto de ti. E que eu morra aqui se um dia eu não te levo à América, nem que eu leve a América até ti. Anda comigo ver os automóveis à avenida, a rasgar nas curvas, a queimar pneus. Um dia vamos ver os foguetões levantar voo, a rasgar as núvens, a rasgar o céu. Um dia eu ganho o totobola ou pego na pistola, mas que eu morra aqui. Mulher tu sabes o quanto eu te amo, o quanto eu gosto de ti. E que eu morra aqui. Se um dia eu não te levo à lua, nem que eu roube a lua, só para ti. Um dia eu ganho o totobola, ou pego na pistola. Mas que eu morra aqui, mulher tu sabes o quanto eu te amo, o quanto eu gosto de ti. E que eu morra aqui, se um dia eu não te levo à América, nem que eu leve a América até ti.&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/8919199005008641377-7773488431217593344?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7773488431217593344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=7773488431217593344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/7773488431217593344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/7773488431217593344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2009/07/anda-comigo-ver-os-avioes.html' title='Anda comigo ver os aviões'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/Slhh1pKo-9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/bL5IGDQEP0w/s72-c/2199208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-2687466783032705095</id><published>2009-06-18T23:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:17:19.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SAXOFONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SjrK6rut8dI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/RPET6_u6pGE/s1600-h/SAX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDUwNjE2Mjk2MDQmcHQ9MTI*NTA2MTY*NzgyMSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWMyYzFmMGQ5ZjEzYjRiYWRhZjhhMTNhMzZkODNmZWJi.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="MyFlashFetish.com" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/widgets/emolove.swf" width="350" height="230" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noscale" quality="best" flashvars="d=9&amp;amp;m=4&amp;amp;y=2003&amp;amp;mycolor=FF0000&amp;amp;mycolor2=FF3399" menu="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-1114725974342994920?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1114725974342994920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=1114725974342994920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/1114725974342994920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/1114725974342994920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-de-maio-de-2003.html' title='9 de Maio de 2003'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-2482383304104172615</id><published>2009-03-19T19:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:58:10.422Z</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/ScKjeQeYPxI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/uyjWtKliyA0/s1600-h/82562469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314990250464395026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/ScKjeQeYPxI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/uyjWtKliyA0/s200/82562469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ir sozinha para a praia duas horas, simplesmente, para me sentar na areia a pintar as unhas faz-me bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relaxa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(principalmente quando chega a parte dos pés)&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/8919199005008641377-2482383304104172615?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2482383304104172615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=2482383304104172615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/2482383304104172615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/2482383304104172615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-vezes.html' title='Às vezes'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/ScKjeQeYPxI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/uyjWtKliyA0/s72-c/82562469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-8386603393837758898</id><published>2009-03-12T13:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:27:29.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Guerra de neurónios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Descobriu-se recentemente que o homem tem 4 milhões de neurônios a mais que a mulher."&lt;/em&gt;&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="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas depois vejo um documento com isto:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somos o belo sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisamos de usar gravatas para impressionar.&lt;br /&gt;Sentarmo-nos de pernas cruzadas não dói.&lt;br /&gt;Se exercermos profissões predominantes masculinas somos pioneiras, e não bichas (como com eles).&lt;br /&gt;A nossa inteligência é compatível com a de qualquer homem, mas a nossa aparência é melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Se matarmos alguém, e provarmos que foi na TPM, há atenuante.&lt;br /&gt;Damos conta do mesmo serviço que eles, mesmo com neurónios a menos (serão os nossos mais eficientes?).&lt;br /&gt;Somos capazes de prestar atenção a várias coisas ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos sempre onde estão as meias.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher do presidente fica primeira-dama, o marido da presidente continua só marido.&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós que somos carregadas na noite de núpcias.&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós que podemos trazer outras vidas dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Somos a estrela no casamento, apesar de estarem os dois no altar.&lt;br /&gt;Somos musas inspiradoras.&lt;br /&gt;Não pagamos contas, no máximo criamos contas. &lt;br /&gt;Vivemos mais.&lt;br /&gt;Somos mais resistentes a dor e a infecções.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos dormir com uma amiga sem sermos chamadas de lésbicas.&lt;br /&gt;Temos prioridades nos salvamentos. &lt;br /&gt;Todos os homens já apanharam de uma mulher (nem que tenha sido da mãe).&lt;br /&gt;Somos mais sensíveis e criativas.&lt;br /&gt;Temos um dia internacional.&lt;br /&gt;E por último, fazemos tudo o que um homem faz, e se for preciso de salto alto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;reflicto e não me consigo recordar do que a primeira frase deste post diz.&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/8919199005008641377-8386603393837758898?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8386603393837758898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=8386603393837758898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/8386603393837758898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/8386603393837758898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2009/03/guerra-de-neuronios.html' title='Guerra de neurónios.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-8737473336487387489</id><published>2009-02-12T14:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:03:57.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltaram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SZQ2NUtvY3I/AAAAAAAAA04/Oi9y-goUMpw/s1600-h/ceu_limpo_sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301922263848674162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SZQ2NUtvY3I/AAAAAAAAA04/Oi9y-goUMpw/s200/ceu_limpo_sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;as conversas quentes nas esplanadas, as sestas nas zonas verdes, as tardes sentada à chinês no paradão, os ecos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;dos risos despropositados, o vento dos passeios de bicicleta, os primeiros "atchins" entre os raios solares, o reluzir dourado da ria, as sombras na calçada, os caçadores de sóis, o arrulhar das pombas, os velhotes no banco velho do jardim, as imperais frescas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;os &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SNuIjLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SbvNmL1lGajRmbv1WehJnL3d3d/robin_thicke-lost_without_you.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-8737473336487387489?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8737473336487387489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=8737473336487387489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/8737473336487387489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/8737473336487387489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2009/02/voltaram.html' title='Voltaram...'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SZQ2NUtvY3I/AAAAAAAAA04/Oi9y-goUMpw/s72-c/ceu_limpo_sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-6094735743686380763</id><published>2008-12-14T09:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:06:25.738Z</updated><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"O teu acordar, é o meu acordar. Não sou pessoa sem ti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvInZuUWZyZmLz1WelxGc/Crazy%2520-%2520Ray%2520Lamontagne%2520%2528gnarlscover%2529.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-6094735743686380763?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' 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amigos eu deixo menos um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;À minha namorada, eu deixo um pedido de desculpas.&lt;br /&gt;E a si, eu deixo um conselho: use preservativo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-4825274375393320075?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4825274375393320075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=4825274375393320075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/4825274375393320075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Japão ou pró Equador. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temos pouco tempo para recordar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabes, nunca é tarde para começar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-4264411863029781576?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4264411863029781576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=4264411863029781576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR8WDoQN2yI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KrAFEt05yJQ/s1600-h/aprender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268954340647623458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR8WDoQN2yI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KrAFEt05yJQ/s200/aprender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença, a subtil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar a alma. E aprendes que amar não significa apoiar-se e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começas a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas. Acabas por aceitar as derrotas com cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança. E aprendes a construir todas as tuas estradas de hoje, porque o terreno do amanha é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair ao meio em vão. Depois de algum tempo aprendes que o sol te queima se te expuseres a ele por muito tempo. Aprendes que não importa o quanto tu te importas, simplesmente porque algumas pessoas se importam… E aceitas que, apesar da bondade que reside numa pessoa, ela poderá ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoá-la por isso. Aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais. Descobres que se levam anos para se construir a confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que poderás fazer coisas das quais te arrependerás para o resto da vida. Aprendes que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer, mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importa não é o que tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida. E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitem escolher. Aprendes que não temos que mudar de amigos se compreendermos que os amigos mudam, percebes que o teu melhor amigo e tu podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos. Descobres que as pessoas com quem mais te importas são tiradas da tua vida muito depressa, por isso devemos sempre despedir-nos das pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas; pode ser a ultima vez que a vejamos. Aprendes que as circunstâncias e os ambientes têm influência em nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começas a aprender que não te deves comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que podes ser. Descobres que se leva muito tempo para nos tornarmos na pessoa que se quer ser, e que o tempo é curto. Aprendes que, ou controlas os teus actos ou eles te controlarão e que ser flexível nem sempre significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja a situação, existem sempre dois lados. Aprendes que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as consequências. Aprendes que paciência requer muita prática, descobres que algumas vezes, a pessoa que esperas que te empurre, quando cais, é uma das poucas, que te ajuda a levantar. Aprendes que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que tiveste e o que aprendeste com elas, do que com quantos aniversários comemoraste. Aprendes que há mais dos teus pais em ti do que supunhas. Aprendes que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são disparates; poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso. Aprendes que quando estás com raiva tens o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel. Descobres que só porque alguém não te ama da formas como desejas, não significa que esse alguém não te ama com tudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso. Aprendes que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém; algumas vezes tens que aprender a perdoar-te a ti mesmo. Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas, poderás em algum momento ser condenado. Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços o teu coração foi partido; o mundo não pára para que tu o consertes. Aprendes que o tempo não é algo que se possa voltar para trás. Portanto, planta o teu jardim e decora a tua alma, ao invés de esperares que alguém te traga flores. E aprendes que realmente podes suportar mais… Que és realmente forte, e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que tu tens valor perante a vida! As nossas dúvidas são traidoras e fazem-nos perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar se não fosse o medo de tentar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W. Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-5945406342191387958?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5945406342191387958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=5945406342191387958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/5945406342191387958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/5945406342191387958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2008/11/aprender.html' title='Aprender.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR8WDoQN2yI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KrAFEt05yJQ/s72-c/aprender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-4643749249803403925</id><published>2008-11-15T16:47:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:58:17.974Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu coração envelheceu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR8NqdEhOyI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-3XUX-4Oo9w/s1600-h/kurt12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268945112056019746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR8NqdEhOyI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-3XUX-4Oo9w/s200/kurt12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero as &lt;u&gt;borboletas&lt;/u&gt; na barriga, a &lt;u&gt;ansiedade&lt;/u&gt; que me estraga as unhas e o lábio, a &lt;u&gt;felicidade&lt;/u&gt; que expede a louca que há em mim, e o consequente &lt;u&gt;êxtase&lt;/u&gt; em que se fica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;de volta.&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/8919199005008641377-4643749249803403925?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4643749249803403925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=4643749249803403925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/4643749249803403925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/4643749249803403925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-meu-corao-envelheceu.html' title='O meu coração envelheceu.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR8NqdEhOyI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-3XUX-4Oo9w/s72-c/kurt12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-5613894432160159670</id><published>2008-11-15T12:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:38:15.158Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem pensar duas vezes, s i l ê n c i o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR8VJeqUGuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ubDoC0jtXL0/s1600-h/200279750-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953341640317666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR8VJeqUGuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ubDoC0jtXL0/s200/200279750-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"As pessoas vão e contam irremediavelmente e contam tudo cedo ou mais tarde, o interessante e o fútil, o privado e o público, o íntimo e o supérfluo. O que deveria permanecer oculto e o que tem de ser difundido, a mágoa e as alegrias e o ressentimento, os agravos e a adoração e os planos para a vingança, o que nos orgulha e o que nos envergonha, o que parecia um segredo e o que pedia sê-lo, o consabido e o inconfessável e o horroroso e o manifesto, o substancial - o enamoramento - e o insignificante - o enamoramento. Sem pensar duas vezes. As pessoas relatam sem cessar e narram sem sequer se darem conta do que estão a fazer, dos incontroláveis mecanismos de insídia, equívoco e caos que põem em movimento e que se podem tornar funestos, falam sem parar dos outros e de si mesmas, e também dos outros ao falarem de si mesmas e também de si mesmas ao falarem dos outros. Esse contar constante é percebido às vezes como uma transacção, embora se disfarce sempre com êxito de dádiva (porque em todas as ocasiões tem alguma coisa disso), e seja antes amiudadas vezes um suborno, ou a liquidação de alguma dívida, ou uma maldição que se lança a um destinatário concreto ou talvez ao acaso para que este construa estouvadamente fortuna ou desgraça, ou a moeda que compra relações sociais e favores e confiança e até amizades, e evidentemente sexo. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Javier Marías in O teu rosto amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-5613894432160159670?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5613894432160159670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=5613894432160159670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/5613894432160159670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/5613894432160159670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2008/11/sem-pensar-duas-vezes-s-i-l-n-c-i-o.html' title='Sem pensar duas vezes, s i l ê n c i o'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR8VJeqUGuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ubDoC0jtXL0/s72-c/200279750-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-1554218559230771420</id><published>2008-11-15T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:30:49.732Z</updated><title type='text'>Um desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que consiste em dizer 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisas que faço bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aconselhar; Barafustar; Resmungar; Criticar; Malandrar; Cantar; Esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;["F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;az aquilo que eu te digo, não faças como eu faço"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisas que detesto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Confusões, multidões, balões, imposições, contradições, rumores, domingos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Vou ficar por aqui, tornar-se-ia uma lista interminável, acreditem!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisas que me atraem no sexo oposto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- simpatia, tranquilidade, sensatez, maturidade, sabedoria, seriedade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Onde andas tu?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisas que costumo dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'Cristo'; 'Conta'; 'Tipo'; 'Impecável'; 'Ambólica'; 'Trambolho'; 'Escamartilhão'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Sou deveras repetitiva, é um facto]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/8919199005008641377-1554218559230771420?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1554218559230771420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=1554218559230771420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/1554218559230771420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/1554218559230771420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2007/03/diana-gandarinho-mandou.html' title='Um desafio'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-6401392018535029176</id><published>2008-11-14T10:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:58:58.489Z</updated><title type='text'>Q!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR2uP4Dn03I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WZDFnV5oVq8/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268558726862197618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR2uP4Dn03I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WZDFnV5oVq8/s200/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disco mais embaraçoso da minha colecção:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Cid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habilidade ou truque que faço quando quero impressionar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar calada será o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A primeira memória que tenho da minha infância:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As férias na Póvoa de S. Cosme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dinheiro mais mal gasto:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ponho no telemóvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brinquedo de eleição durante a infância:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As louçinhas, e acessórios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maior tanga em que acreditei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Na Fadinha dos dentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me tira do sério:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Que me lixem e eu a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que faria se tivesse 24 horas para gastar o Euromilhões:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metia-me em Santorini sem restrições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me recuso a comer mesmo com a barriga a dar horas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Favas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que mais tento combater e não consigo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A minha falta de memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me deixa irritada:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter sono de forma súbita e repentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não resisto a:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma fatia de pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que músicas ando a ouvir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr1ve - A wish; Adele - Daydreams; Beatles - Imagine; Creed - One last breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livro que ando a ler:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayada, Filha do Iraque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me deixa sem palavras:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mau uso delas (no sentido pejorativo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me desanima:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O não conseguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me relaxa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Estar às escuras, quente e em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desafio do momento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A independência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Admito que às vezes tenho inveja de:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem está de papo para o ar, enquanto eu nem tempo tenho para bufar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cena de filme que eu gostava de ter protagonizado:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer cena em que o Mark Ruffalo ou o Dermot Mulroney estejam (bem) envolvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livro que me dá vontade de sublinhar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que 'dizem' coisas que já tentei exteriorizar e não consegui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A música da minha vida:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há a música da minha vida, há as músicas que preenchem a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobri que queria ser aquilo que sou hoje no dia em que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aprendi a gostar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-6401392018535029176?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6401392018535029176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=6401392018535029176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/6401392018535029176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/6401392018535029176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2008/10/q.html' title='Q!'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR2uP4Dn03I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WZDFnV5oVq8/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-327295356715123674</id><published>2008-11-14T00:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:05:02.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Na falta de melhor:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SRzIlsp4TPI/AAAAAAAAAxI/kSbKziVQecM/s1600-h/Mariana+(160).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268306214084168946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SRzIlsp4TPI/AAAAAAAAAxI/kSbKziVQecM/s200/Mariana+(160).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou:&lt;/strong&gt; demasiado emotiva! &lt;strong&gt;Quero:&lt;/strong&gt; rir mais vezes. &lt;strong&gt;Tenho:&lt;/strong&gt; de ser mais coerente. &lt;strong&gt;Detesto:&lt;/strong&gt; pressão. &lt;strong&gt;Sinto falta:&lt;/strong&gt; do meu quarto. &lt;strong&gt;Tenho medo:&lt;/strong&gt; d perder o controlo de mim mesma. &lt;strong&gt;Ouço:&lt;/strong&gt; música incansavelmente. &lt;strong&gt;Procuro:&lt;/strong&gt; melhorar. &lt;strong&gt;Questiono-me:&lt;/strong&gt; se serei capaz. &lt;strong&gt;Lamento:&lt;/strong&gt; as minhas atitudes irreflectidas. &lt;strong&gt;Amo:&lt;/strong&gt; amar. &lt;strong&gt;Não sou:&lt;/strong&gt; presunçosa. &lt;strong&gt;Danço:&lt;/strong&gt; quando estou estupidamente feliz.&lt;strong&gt; Canto:&lt;/strong&gt; quando estou feliz. &lt;strong&gt;Choro:&lt;/strong&gt; demais. &lt;strong&gt;Nem sempre sou:&lt;/strong&gt; agradável. &lt;strong&gt;Escrevo:&lt;/strong&gt; essencialmente, coisas que não digo. &lt;strong&gt;Ganho:&lt;/strong&gt; quando não perco. &lt;strong&gt;Perco:&lt;/strong&gt; quando não ganho.&lt;strong&gt; Confundo:&lt;/strong&gt; o simples pelo complicado, e o compicado pelo simples. &lt;strong&gt;Preciso:&lt;/strong&gt; de férias (precisamos todos, não é verdade?). &lt;strong&gt;Tenho de:&lt;/strong&gt; ser mais paciente. &lt;strong&gt;O meu pai acha que sou:&lt;/strong&gt; passiva. &lt;strong&gt;A minha mãe acha que sou:&lt;/strong&gt; interesseira. &lt;strong&gt;3 Elogios regulares:&lt;/strong&gt; (não me ocorre nada de momento). &lt;strong&gt;Fico envergonhada quando:&lt;/strong&gt; me elogiam. &lt;strong&gt;Chateia-me:&lt;/strong&gt; fazer ou/e dizer o que sei que está errado.&lt;strong&gt; Tenho um diário:&lt;/strong&gt; Não. &lt;strong&gt;Gosto de cozinhar:&lt;/strong&gt; para muitas pessoas. &lt;strong&gt;Um segredo que não partilho com ninguém:&lt;/strong&gt; a mim me diz respeito. &lt;strong&gt;O relógio está adiantado:&lt;/strong&gt; Não. Sempre certissimo. &lt;strong&gt;Roer as unhas:&lt;/strong&gt; faz mal! &lt;strong&gt;Acredito no amor:&lt;/strong&gt; até se provar o contrário.&lt;strong&gt; A pessoa mais estranha que conheço:&lt;/strong&gt; é a minha avó materna. &lt;strong&gt;A pessoa que mais alto fala:&lt;/strong&gt; é a minha mãe. &lt;strong&gt;A pessoa mais sexy que conheço:&lt;/strong&gt; Não estou a ver agora. &lt;strong&gt;A pessoa que melhor me conhece:&lt;/strong&gt; O Hugo. &lt;strong&gt;A minha paixoneta:&lt;/strong&gt; por gomas é, definitivamente, intratável. &lt;strong&gt;Professor mais seca:&lt;/strong&gt; foi a de Físico-Química do 10º ano. &lt;strong&gt;A tua frase mais repetida no msn:&lt;/strong&gt; lol? (lol). &lt;strong&gt;Ultimo pensamento antes de dormir: &lt;/strong&gt;vai estar relacionado com o dia que tive. &lt;strong&gt;Melhor qualidade:&lt;/strong&gt; Não sei. &lt;strong&gt;Piada preferida:&lt;/strong&gt; Não sei. &lt;strong&gt;Tomo banho todos os dias:&lt;/strong&gt; É mais segundo a vontade e necessidade. &lt;strong&gt;Sei o que é estar apaixonada:&lt;/strong&gt; Sei?!. &lt;strong&gt;Quero casar:&lt;/strong&gt; em Santorini. &lt;strong&gt;Tatuagens:&lt;/strong&gt; Não. &lt;strong&gt;Piercings:&lt;/strong&gt; Não. &lt;strong&gt;Vomito quando ando de carro:&lt;/strong&gt; Se houver simultaneamente muitas curvas, subidas e descidas. &lt;strong&gt;Hipocondríaca?&lt;/strong&gt; Não. &lt;strong&gt;Gosto de trovoada:&lt;/strong&gt; quando estou devidamente protegida. &lt;strong&gt;Signo:&lt;/strong&gt; Peixe. &lt;strong&gt;Cor do Cabelo natural:&lt;/strong&gt; Castanho.&lt;strong&gt; Cor do cabelo actual:&lt;/strong&gt; Castanho. &lt;strong&gt;Cor dos olhos:&lt;/strong&gt; Castanho. &lt;strong&gt;Local de Nascimento:&lt;/strong&gt; Hospital Infante D. Pedro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas últimas 48h&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Choraste? Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ajudaste alguém? Acho que sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Compraste alguma coisa? Sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ficas-te doente? Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foste ao cinema? Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saíste para jantar? Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disseste "Amo-te"? Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Escreveste uma carta? Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Falaste com um ex.? Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Escreveste num diário? Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentiste falta de alguém? Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nove coisas que odeias:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.horários&lt;br /&gt;2.violência&lt;br /&gt;3.gritos&lt;br /&gt;4.imposições&lt;br /&gt;5.balões&lt;br /&gt;6.confusões&lt;br /&gt;7.multidões&lt;br /&gt;8.alguns chás&lt;br /&gt;9.favas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguma vez:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comerias um insecto?&lt;/strong&gt; Conscientemente, não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farias Bungee Jump?&lt;/strong&gt; Faria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matarias alguém?&lt;/strong&gt; Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farias amor com alguém que não amas?&lt;/strong&gt; Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farias amor com alguém do mesmo sexo?&lt;/strong&gt; Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saltavas de pára-quedas de um avião?&lt;/strong&gt; Sem pensar duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tornavas-te vegetariano?&lt;/strong&gt; Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantarias karaoke?&lt;/strong&gt; Depende do estado de humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pintavas o cabelo de azul?&lt;/strong&gt; Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serias um sobrevivente?&lt;/strong&gt; Possivelmente, não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não usarias maquilhagem?&lt;/strong&gt; Em ocasiões especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farias alguém chorar?&lt;/strong&gt; Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baterias num bebé?&lt;/strong&gt; Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sairias com alguém 10 anos mais velho que tu?&lt;/strong&gt; Depende do motivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-327295356715123674?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/327295356715123674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=327295356715123674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/327295356715123674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/327295356715123674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/na-falta-de-melhor.html' title='Na falta de melhor:'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SRzIlsp4TPI/AAAAAAAAAxI/kSbKziVQecM/s72-c/Mariana+(160).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-5262718621230188195</id><published>2008-11-12T21:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:17:29.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Se eu fosse...</title><content type='html'>Se eu fosse um lugar, seria &lt;u&gt;Santorini&lt;/u&gt;. (por inteiro)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um gosto, seria &lt;u&gt;doce&lt;/u&gt;. (para contradizer a minha azia)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um cheiro, seria &lt;u&gt;grãos de café&lt;/u&gt;. (deliro)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma palavra, seria &lt;u&gt;calma&lt;/u&gt;. (o stress é decadente)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um verbo, seria &lt;u&gt;descontrair&lt;/u&gt;. (anda por aqui uma tensão)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um objecto, seria &lt;u&gt;almofada&lt;/u&gt;. (de algodão)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse peça de roupa, seria &lt;u&gt;ganga&lt;/u&gt;. (gangomaníaca)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse parte do corpo, seria &lt;u&gt;orelhas!&lt;/u&gt; (sem brincos)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse expressão facial, seria &lt;u&gt;distracção&lt;/u&gt;. (o meu estado normal)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse personagem de desenho animado, seria &lt;u&gt;Heidi&lt;/u&gt;. (venero)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse filme, seria &lt;u&gt;Sweet November&lt;/u&gt;. (Porque... sim!)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse forma, seria &lt;u&gt;círculo&lt;/u&gt;. (nao sei bem porquê)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse número, seria &lt;u&gt;nove&lt;/u&gt; (por ter história, prefiro os pares)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse estação, seria &lt;u&gt;Primavera&lt;/u&gt;. (tempo ameno é comigo)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma frase, seria &lt;u&gt;Yes, We Can&lt;/u&gt; (é!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-5262718621230188195?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5262718621230188195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=5262718621230188195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/5262718621230188195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/5262718621230188195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/se-eu-fosse.html' title='Se eu fosse...'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-2219091438973496786</id><published>2008-11-10T21:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:44:59.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Prazeres solitários.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ovis-aries.blogspot.com/2007/04/prazeres-solitrios.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049860571563899490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RhS1bz1ROmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/mzO8gIyfYcA/s400/200481129-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É com eles que esqueço tudo e todos. É um tempo só meu, e para mim. É lá que vou buscar energias, é onde encontro a força física e a atitude para o resto da vida. &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/8919199005008641377-2219091438973496786?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2219091438973496786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=2219091438973496786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/2219091438973496786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/2219091438973496786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/prazeres-solitrios.html' title='Prazeres solitários.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RhS1bz1ROmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/mzO8gIyfYcA/s72-c/200481129-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-3112760300151740775</id><published>2008-11-01T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:39:01.171Z</updated><title type='text'>bagagem cultural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RgzQvwCrooI/AAAAAAAAAbw/X2IVB6OQZA4/s1600-h/200468465-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047638801144062594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RgzQvwCrooI/AAAAAAAAAbw/X2IVB6OQZA4/s400/200468465-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O saber não ocupa lugar. Mas está, decerto, no pódio da nossa formação. Há momentos únicos de descoberta através das palavras de um livro, músicas que despertam emoções e filmes que nos fazem viajar. São objectos do nosso contentamento, companheiros de horas intimistas. Chamem-lhe cultura, sim, e com muito prazer."&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/8919199005008641377-3112760300151740775?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3112760300151740775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=3112760300151740775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/3112760300151740775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/3112760300151740775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2008/11/bagagem-cultural.html' title='bagagem cultural'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RgzQvwCrooI/AAAAAAAAAbw/X2IVB6OQZA4/s72-c/200468465-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-6315987740517632201</id><published>2008-10-13T12:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:26:21.608Z</updated><title type='text'>Desgostos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SRyayw1pcZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/-9mxvty56BI/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255861010690450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SRyayw1pcZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/-9mxvty56BI/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SRyanehH13I/AAAAAAAAAwM/nvbqPJzXDhI/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imposições.&lt;/strong&gt; Comportamentos institucionalizados. &lt;strong&gt;Confusões.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Euforia. Extremos. Multidões. Ruídos. Choros. Gritos.&lt;/strong&gt; Restaurantes apinhados. Clichés. Despertadores. TVI. Filmes que me fazem desviar o olhar. Intervalos de 15 minutos. Surpressas. Sustos. Medo. Bebidas gaseificadas. Peixe cozido. Tabaco. Esperar. Fazer esperar. Americanos. Modas. Manias. Balões. Palhaços. Circo. Boatos. Exageros. Estudar. Aperaltar-me. Repreensões. &lt;strong&gt;Decidir. Perder&lt;/strong&gt;. Curvas. &lt;strong&gt;Incoerência.&lt;/strong&gt; Ilusões. &lt;strong&gt;Cócegas.&lt;/strong&gt; Palavrões. Silêncios ensurcedores. Vazios. Discussões. Pessoas rudes. Desespero. Stress. Vingança. Depilação. Sumo de pêra. Sumo de maçã. Limonada. Secadores de cabelo. Trânsito. Sono. &lt;strong&gt;Tempo.&lt;/strong&gt; Desarrumação. &lt;strong&gt;Falta de memória&lt;/strong&gt;. Vícios. &lt;strong&gt;Preconceito&lt;/strong&gt;. TPM. Feira de Março. Carnaval. Páscoa. Igreja católica. Tunning. Balanças. &lt;strong&gt;Favas.&lt;/strong&gt; Kiwi. Peixarias. Passas. Frutos secos. Saltos altos. Make-up. Domingos. Feriados ao fim-de-semana. Leite branco. Casas de banho públicas. &lt;strong&gt;Filas. Faltas de bateria no telemóvel.&lt;/strong&gt; Setúbal. Praia da Barra ao domingo. Piropos. Engates. Sirenes. Alberto João Jardim e os madeirenses que votam nele. Adeptos de outros clubes que se mostram mais anti-benfiquistas do que verdadeiros adeptos do seu clube. Limpar o pó.&lt;strong&gt; Horários. Campainhas&lt;/strong&gt;. Autocarros. &lt;strong&gt;Violência.&lt;/strong&gt; Traição. O 'ranger' da fita cola. Quando fico com metade do gelado na boca. Gelo a tocar nos dentes. Comprimidos. Dinheiro mal gasto. Camiões a esvaziar contentores às tantas da madrugada. Indirectas. &lt;strong&gt;Hospitais.&lt;/strong&gt; Praias sujas. Maionese. Andar com o calçado encharcado. &lt;strong&gt;Fins. Despedidas&lt;/strong&gt;. Loiros. De picar cebola e alho. Das rádios que não dizem o nome das músicas que passam. &lt;strong&gt;Preguiça.&lt;/strong&gt; Aves. &lt;strong&gt;Ter tudo por fazer, ou nada para fazer. Frio. Calor. Medicação.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8919199005008641377-6315987740517632201?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6315987740517632201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=6315987740517632201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/6315987740517632201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/6315987740517632201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-gosto-de-imposies.html' title='Desgostos.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SRyayw1pcZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/-9mxvty56BI/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-5391970086575271522</id><published>2008-10-13T11:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:43:00.549Z</updated><title type='text'>Gostos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RkZZ3zzyMNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/94M0U6mx5VI/s1600-h/04-Nuvens_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063833646359785682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RkZZ3zzyMNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/94M0U6mx5VI/s400/04-Nuvens_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordar naturalmente.&lt;/strong&gt; "Silêncio" da natureza. &lt;strong&gt;Raios de sol.&lt;/strong&gt; Borboletas coloridas. &lt;strong&gt;Pop art.&lt;/strong&gt; Decoração étnica. &lt;strong&gt;Arte tribal.&lt;/strong&gt; Simpsons. &lt;strong&gt;Shrek.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Heidi.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Miffy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Conta-me como foi.&lt;/strong&gt; Prós e Contras. Séries de humor britânicas. Perto de Casa. Sem Rasto. Casos Arquivados. &lt;strong&gt;O Fértil.&lt;/strong&gt; Café Segafredo. &lt;strong&gt;Café com natas.&lt;/strong&gt; Crepe de chocolate com chantilly. Comidinha da avó. &lt;strong&gt;Esplanadas.&lt;/strong&gt; Empalhadas. &lt;strong&gt;Ice Tea de manga.&lt;/strong&gt; Sumo natural de laranja. &lt;strong&gt;Morangos.&lt;/strong&gt; Pêssegos.&lt;strong&gt; Ananás.&lt;/strong&gt; Cerejas. &lt;strong&gt;Pizza.&lt;/strong&gt; Salada. &lt;strong&gt;Tomate.&lt;/strong&gt; Creme de legumes. &lt;strong&gt;Sopa de peixe.&lt;/strong&gt; Batatas fritas. &lt;strong&gt;Arroz doce.&lt;/strong&gt; Leite Creme. &lt;strong&gt;Leite condensado.&lt;/strong&gt; Pastel de nata.&lt;strong&gt; Baunilha.&lt;/strong&gt; Canela. &lt;strong&gt;Caramelo.&lt;/strong&gt; Gelatarias. &lt;strong&gt;Autocarrobar.&lt;/strong&gt; Pôr e nascer do sol. &lt;strong&gt;Gomas.&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolate. &lt;strong&gt;Lareira.&lt;/strong&gt; Conversas. &lt;strong&gt;O cair do dia na praia.&lt;/strong&gt; Gaivotas assentes na ria. &lt;strong&gt;Andorinhas a rasgarem um céu azul.&lt;/strong&gt; Costa-Nova. &lt;strong&gt;Dar milho aos pombos.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sentir a areia nos pés.&lt;/strong&gt; Do nascer do dia no campo. &lt;strong&gt;Deitar-me na relva.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;De mandar pedrinhas ao fundo do rio, e tentar apanhar peixinhos.&lt;/strong&gt; De me atirar para o mar. &lt;strong&gt;Aquários de vidro redondos.&lt;/strong&gt; Piscina. &lt;strong&gt;Colchão de água.&lt;/strong&gt; Mergulhos. &lt;strong&gt;Aventura. &lt;/strong&gt;De ir lançar o papagaio para a praia. &lt;strong&gt;Párapentes.&lt;/strong&gt; Sky-diving. &lt;strong&gt;Turismo rural.&lt;/strong&gt; Alentejo. &lt;strong&gt;Porto Côvo.&lt;/strong&gt; Janelas. &lt;strong&gt;Concertos acústicos.&lt;/strong&gt; Públicos em extase.&lt;strong&gt; Ritmo.&lt;/strong&gt; Aplausos. &lt;strong&gt;Jazz.&lt;/strong&gt; Blues. &lt;strong&gt;Country.&lt;/strong&gt; R&amp;amp;B. &lt;strong&gt;Soul Music.&lt;/strong&gt; World Music. &lt;strong&gt;Classic Rock.&lt;/strong&gt; Música ambiente. &lt;strong&gt;Cinema.&lt;/strong&gt; Comédia. &lt;strong&gt;Drama.&lt;/strong&gt; Romance. Biografias. &lt;strong&gt;Pintura.&lt;/strong&gt; Miró. &lt;strong&gt;Picasso.&lt;/strong&gt; Van Gogh. &lt;strong&gt;Fotografia.&lt;/strong&gt; Photo Cutouts. &lt;strong&gt;Velas.&lt;/strong&gt; Massagens. &lt;strong&gt;Oléo de amendoa.&lt;/strong&gt; Incenso. &lt;strong&gt;Caneta bico-de-pena.&lt;/strong&gt; Diário reciclado. &lt;strong&gt;Borrachas.&lt;/strong&gt; Puff. &lt;strong&gt;Tofina.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SANTORINI.&lt;/strong&gt; Almofada. &lt;strong&gt;Do blog 'Comigo-aqui'.&lt;/strong&gt; Revista Visão. &lt;strong&gt;Da jornalista Fátima Campos Ferreira.&lt;/strong&gt; Crónicas do António Lobo Antunes. &lt;strong&gt;"Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind".&lt;/strong&gt; "Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain". &lt;strong&gt;"Before sunset".&lt;/strong&gt; "Before sunrise". &lt;strong&gt;"Diarios de Motocicleta".&lt;/strong&gt; "Moulin Rouge". &lt;strong&gt;"Sweet November".&lt;/strong&gt; "The walk to remmember". PS: I Love you. "Orgulho e preconceito". &lt;strong&gt;"Take the Lead".&lt;/strong&gt; Mark Ruffalo. &lt;strong&gt;Dermot Mulroney.&lt;/strong&gt; Jornal Expresso. &lt;strong&gt;Ler dicionários.&lt;/strong&gt; Desfolhar a bíblia. &lt;strong&gt;Recordações.&lt;/strong&gt; Pictonary. &lt;strong&gt;Confiança.&lt;/strong&gt; Silêncio. &lt;strong&gt;Tranquilidade.&lt;/strong&gt; Vestidos. &lt;strong&gt;Chinelos.&lt;/strong&gt; Sapatilhas. &lt;strong&gt;Ganga.&lt;/strong&gt; Malas e carteiras. &lt;strong&gt;Porta moedas em miniatura.&lt;/strong&gt; Porta-chaves. &lt;strong&gt;Bijutaria.&lt;/strong&gt; Pens. &lt;strong&gt;Artesanato.&lt;/strong&gt; Anos '60. &lt;strong&gt;Conchas.&lt;/strong&gt; Búzios. &lt;strong&gt;Gargalhadas.&lt;/strong&gt; Rir. &lt;strong&gt;Patins em linha.&lt;/strong&gt; Arco-íris. &lt;strong&gt;Jardinagem.&lt;/strong&gt; Regadores de lata. &lt;strong&gt;Ramos de flores.&lt;/strong&gt; Passear. &lt;strong&gt;Comprar castanhas assadas na rua.&lt;/strong&gt; Bicicleta (pasteleiras). &lt;strong&gt;Solidariedade.&lt;/strong&gt; Estrelas. &lt;strong&gt;Luar.&lt;/strong&gt; Brincadeiras. &lt;strong&gt;Cantar. Guitarras.&lt;/strong&gt; Ouvir saxofone. X&lt;strong&gt;ilofones.&lt;/strong&gt; Boubbletrouble. Solitário. &lt;strong&gt;Super-Mário.&lt;/strong&gt; Zuma. &lt;strong&gt;Pac Man.&lt;/strong&gt; GTA. &lt;strong&gt;SimCity.&lt;/strong&gt; Jogo do Stop. &lt;strong&gt;Contar e ler histórias.&lt;/strong&gt; Independência. &lt;strong&gt;Andar descalça.&lt;/strong&gt; Troca de olhares.&lt;strong&gt; Sorrisos.&lt;/strong&gt; Abraços. &lt;strong&gt;Cartas.&lt;/strong&gt; Postais. &lt;strong&gt;Bilhetes.&lt;/strong&gt; Mensagens. &lt;strong&gt;Telefonemas longos.&lt;/strong&gt; Ouvir rádio. &lt;strong&gt;Bonecas de trapos.&lt;/strong&gt; 'Velhotes'. &lt;strong&gt;Crianças.&lt;/strong&gt; Da magia da Leonor. &lt;strong&gt;Do 'Principezinho'.&lt;/strong&gt; Festas no cabelo. &lt;strong&gt;Dar e receber.&lt;/strong&gt; Cumplicidade. &lt;strong&gt;Partilha.&lt;/strong&gt; Sentimentos. &lt;strong&gt;Emoções.&lt;/strong&gt; Do "Chic". Golden Grahams. &lt;strong&gt;Liberdade.&lt;/strong&gt; Golfinhos. &lt;strong&gt;Gerberas.&lt;/strong&gt; Girasóis. &lt;strong&gt;Malmequeres.&lt;/strong&gt; Cravos. &lt;strong&gt;De quem me faz pensar.&lt;/strong&gt; Range Rover. &lt;strong&gt;Volkswagen bus.&lt;/strong&gt; Médio Oriente. &lt;strong&gt;Angola.&lt;/strong&gt; Santorini. Núvens. Céu. &lt;strong&gt;Cabo Verde. &lt;/strong&gt;Serões de sueca. &lt;strong&gt;Comboio.&lt;/strong&gt; United Kingdom. &lt;strong&gt;New Jersey.&lt;/strong&gt; Inter-rail. &lt;strong&gt;Campismo.&lt;/strong&gt; Bolas. Berlindes. Carne à Alentejana. &lt;strong&gt;Jogar raquete na praia.&lt;/strong&gt; Bolas de sabão.&lt;strong&gt; Estádios.&lt;/strong&gt; Benfica. &lt;strong&gt;Ténis.&lt;/strong&gt; Nadar. &lt;strong&gt;Jogos de equipa.&lt;/strong&gt; Perfumes. &lt;strong&gt;Cores quentes.&lt;/strong&gt; Caixas de correio. &lt;strong&gt;Sêlos.&lt;/strong&gt; Sonhos.&lt;strong&gt; Do bater da chuva no guarda-chuva.&lt;/strong&gt; Andar de kayak. &lt;strong&gt;Ondas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Gosto de gostar de tudo isto e muito mais... )&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/8919199005008641377-5391970086575271522?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5391970086575271522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=5391970086575271522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/5391970086575271522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/5391970086575271522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2007/05/gosto.html' title='Gostos.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RkZZ3zzyMNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/94M0U6mx5VI/s72-c/04-Nuvens_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-736397731618637818</id><published>2008-09-17T10:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:41:12.205Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer time'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR2vHRCA7-I/AAAAAAAAAxY/X66poHz5brY/s1600-h/Fam%C3%ADlia+(50).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268559678459146210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR2vHRCA7-I/AAAAAAAAAxY/X66poHz5brY/s200/Fam%C3%ADlia+(50).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mergulhar na história. Entre o campo e a praia. Sentir a mão da natureza. Tão longe e tão perto. Apreciar a beleza das praias. Curvas obrigatórias. Desfrutar da gastronomia. O refúgio. Aplaudir o espectáculo. A magia da falésia. Dançar ao ritmo das noites. As casas azuis. Mergulhos e copos. A loucura do verão. 'No stress'. Forte de espírito. Vista sobre o mar. Dormir ao relento. O calor. Emoções fortes. Experiências no areal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919199005008641377-736397731618637818?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/736397731618637818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=736397731618637818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/736397731618637818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/736397731618637818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2007/03/em-tempos-escrevi.html' title='Summer time&apos;'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR2vHRCA7-I/AAAAAAAAAxY/X66poHz5brY/s72-c/Fam%C3%ADlia+(50).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-7586335224802457751</id><published>2008-08-27T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:11:33.853Z</updated><title type='text'>Meditação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RjYPqjzyL_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Z_l7SwhXm-Y/s1600-h/gerberas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059248455238692850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RjYPqjzyL_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Z_l7SwhXm-Y/s400/gerberas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íntimos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e subtis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da emoção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e do pensamento, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que as palavras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forçosamente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não poderão nunca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;traduzir.&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/8919199005008641377-7586335224802457751?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7586335224802457751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=7586335224802457751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/7586335224802457751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/7586335224802457751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/meditao.html' title='Meditação.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/RjYPqjzyL_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Z_l7SwhXm-Y/s72-c/gerberas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919199005008641377.post-1642351623388800545</id><published>2008-07-30T09:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:41:58.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR2yY8iddNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8PldKaddYmw/s1600-h/1454289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268563280730617042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR2yY8iddNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8PldKaddYmw/s200/1454289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;um mundo de bolas de sabão coloridas entre as mãos de crianças. A fada da fantasia soprou ventos de magia. O sonho do Reino Faz-de-conta tornou-se realidade. Então, os meninos e as meninas vestiram-se de arco-íris e tornaram-se heróis de todas as histórias. E brincaram num tempo sem horas."&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/8919199005008641377-1642351623388800545?l=myendlesswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1642351623388800545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919199005008641377&amp;postID=1642351623388800545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/1642351623388800545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919199005008641377/posts/default/1642351623388800545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myendlesswords.blogspot.com/2008/07/era-uma-vez.html' title='Era uma vez...'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/TIVvk3BVhZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7tHRTay_FaQ/S220/asasas.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-jrc0XqiY98/SR2yY8iddNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8PldKaddYmw/s72-c/1454289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
