<?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-8062852620515639712</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:39:34.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments and feelings</title><subtitle type='html'>O valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram,
mas na intensidade com que acontecem.
Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis,coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andreia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08435911364435583057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/Ski2Ho9C9oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4GMRoHY2Xlw/S220/DSC03642.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062852620515639712.post-2389985452494472441</id><published>2009-08-06T16:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:48:50.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/Snr611MISaI/AAAAAAAAACg/NZpVfX3pNig/s1600-h/relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/Snr611MISaI/AAAAAAAAACg/NZpVfX3pNig/s320/relogio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366877708683332002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Querida Marta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fui ter com um amigo da Rita e mandei fazer uma tatuagem no pulso: um relógio... Agora tenho um relógio eternamente parado nas zero horas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pelo menos este não poderei vender... a minha mãe teve uma crise de nervos quando me viu o braço e deu-me uma estalada. Não senti a dor, porque já tudo me doía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando o meu pai chegou a casa, depois do jantar, deu-me uma fúria, e, por momentos, senti uma enorme vontade de levantar o braço, pôr-lhe em frente da cara e berrar com toda a força "Agora sei sempre a que horas vais chegar, Pai! Este relógio é o único que tem as tuas horas! Estás contente?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas não lhe disse nada. Nem ele a mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não aguento mais. Preciso urgentemente de fazer uma cura qualquer. tenho de sair daqui... tenho montes de coisas para estudar, mas não dá para pegar num livro. Sinto a cabeça nos pés. Debaixo dos pés. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Um beijo da Joana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; -------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Querida Marta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Estou em casa do meu tio Augusto, irmão do meu pai. O Diogo entrou finalmente num processo de desintoxicação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A  minha mãe veio cá ontem ver-me e sentámo-nos as duas no jardim. Não falamos de nada importante, porque não estamos habituadas a conversar de algo que interesse ás duas. De qualquer forma foi bom... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O meu pai é que ainda não veio ver-me. Telefona e diz sempre quando tiver um tempinho, virá. Julgo que, desta vez, nem é uma questão de tempo, é só uma questão de medo. Ele não consegue ver-me assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se ele soubesse como era importante que viesse cá ver-me...A minha mãe contou-me que ele anda abatido por minha causa... "O pai gosta muito de ti Joaninha..." Que raio de maneira que ele tem de gostar! Onde é que ele estava quando eu me meti nesta porcaria' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Um beijo da Joana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; -----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Querida Marta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Esta noite tive o pesadelo mais incrível de sempre!...Eu estava sozinha num lugar que parecia o céu, mas não era... Comecei a subir as escadas e, quando cheguei quase o cimo, vi que estava alguém à minha espera. Era uma espécie de anjo, com um manto escuro, mas não tinha cara... percebi que tinha de segui-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que é isso? (perguntou a mãe ao pai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;São cartas... da Joana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Encolheu as pernas lentamente e fixou os olhos inchados naquele baloiço estranho suspenso no tecto em forma de lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Desapertou a correia do relógio e pousou-o devagar sobre a mesinha. Agora, tinha todo o tempo do mundo. para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Arial Narrow';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: PT;mso-fareast-language:PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria Teresa Maia Gonzales "A Lua De Joana"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Arial Narrow';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Arial Narrow';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Arial Narrow';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Quinta-feira, 6 de Agosto de 2009)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Arial Narrow';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Arial Narrow';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andreia Vidal&lt;/b&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/8062852620515639712-2389985452494472441?l=momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2389985452494472441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/2389985452494472441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/2389985452494472441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Andreia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08435911364435583057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/Ski2Ho9C9oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4GMRoHY2Xlw/S220/DSC03642.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/Snr611MISaI/AAAAAAAAACg/NZpVfX3pNig/s72-c/relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062852620515639712.post-2537653034459614333</id><published>2009-08-06T15:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:30:04.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/SnrocJzBT7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zWWg2dPPpow/s1600-h/Gon%C3%A7alo+Ferreira+@.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/SnrocJzBT7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zWWg2dPPpow/s400/Gon%C3%A7alo+Ferreira+@.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366857476329263026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ois! Eu e Tu, num ser indispensável! Como&lt;br /&gt;Brasa e carvão, centelha e lume, oceano e areia,&lt;br /&gt;Aspiram a formar um todo, — em cada assomo&lt;br /&gt;A nossa aspiração mais violenta se ateia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a onda e o vento, a Lua e a noite, o orvalho&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 [e a selva&lt;br /&gt;— O vento erguendo a vaga, o luar doirando a&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 [noite,&lt;br /&gt;Ou o orvalho inundando as verduras da relva —&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de ti, meu ser de eflúvios impregnou-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o lilás e a terra onde nasce e floresce,&lt;br /&gt;O bosque e o vendaval desgrenhando o arvoredo,&lt;br /&gt;O vinho e a sede, o vinho onde tudo se esquece,&lt;br /&gt;— Nós dois, de amor enchendo a noite do degredo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como partes dum todo, em amplexos supremos&lt;br /&gt;Fundindo os corações no ardor que nos inflama,&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre um ao outro, Eu e Tu, pertencemos,&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu fosse o lume e tu fosses a chama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;António Feijó, in 'Sol de Inverno'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Quinta-feira, 6 de Agosto de 2009)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andreia Vidal&lt;/i&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/8062852620515639712-2537653034459614333?l=momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2537653034459614333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-e-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/2537653034459614333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/2537653034459614333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-e-tu.html' title='Eu e Tu'/><author><name>Andreia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08435911364435583057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/Ski2Ho9C9oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4GMRoHY2Xlw/S220/DSC03642.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/SnrocJzBT7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zWWg2dPPpow/s72-c/Gon%C3%A7alo+Ferreira+@.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062852620515639712.post-4060330509931776322</id><published>2009-07-22T20:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:59:00.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que eu não perca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/SmdvaACNNLI/AAAAAAAAACA/wWzThDeA6Lc/s1600-h/andreia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/SmdvaACNNLI/AAAAAAAAACA/wWzThDeA6Lc/s320/andreia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361376373884400818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Que eu não perca a vontade de &lt;b&gt;ter amigos, &lt;/b&gt;mesmo sabendo que, com as voltas do mundo, eles acabam por ir embora de nossas vidas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca a &lt;b&gt;vontade de viver, &lt;/b&gt;mesmo sabendo que a vida é, em muitos momentos, dolorosa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca o &lt;b&gt;optimismo&lt;/b&gt;, mesmo sabendo que o futuro que nos espera não é assim tão alegre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca o &lt;b&gt;equilibrio, &lt;/b&gt;mesmo sabendo que inúmeras forças querem que eu caía...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de &lt;b&gt;ajudar as pessoas, &lt;/b&gt;mesmo sabendo que muitas delas são incapazes de ver, reconhecer e retribuir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca o meu &lt;b&gt;forte braço, &lt;/b&gt;mesmo sabendo que um dia meus braços estarão fracos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca a &lt;b&gt;razão&lt;/b&gt;, mesmo sabendo que as tentações da vida são inúmeras e deliciosas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca a &lt;b&gt;garra, &lt;/b&gt;mesmo sabendo que a derrota e a perda são dois adversários extremamente perigosos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca o &lt;b&gt;amor por minha familia, &lt;/b&gt;mesmo sabendo que ela muitas vezes me exigiria esforços para manter a harmonia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de &lt;b&gt;doar este enorme amor&lt;/b&gt; que existe em meu coração, mesmo sabendo que muitas vezes ele será rejeitado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de &lt;b&gt;ser grande, &lt;/b&gt;mesmo sabando que este mundo é pequeno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu não perca o &lt;b&gt;sentimento de justiça, &lt;/b&gt;mesmo sabendo que o prejudicado possa ser eu..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(22 de Julho de 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062852620515639712-4060330509931776322?l=momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4060330509931776322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/que-eu-nao-perca.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/4060330509931776322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/4060330509931776322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/que-eu-nao-perca.html' title='Que eu não perca...'/><author><name>Andreia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08435911364435583057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/Ski2Ho9C9oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4GMRoHY2Xlw/S220/DSC03642.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/SmdvaACNNLI/AAAAAAAAACA/wWzThDeA6Lc/s72-c/andreia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062852620515639712.post-4641406978901389271</id><published>2009-07-07T23:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:09:38.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Universidade: o melhor período da nossa vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjGxkdyp6Q/SlPHM2dwDeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6wSTflwfYvQ/s1600-h/DSC04678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355843405466308066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjGxkdyp6Q/SlPHM2dwDeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6wSTflwfYvQ/s320/DSC04678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um ano passou. Um ano que vai decidir as nossas vidas. Todas as escolhas que efectuarmos vão ter um efeito no nosso futuro. Neste período várias questões se levantam: os mais indecisos têm de decidir o que vão fazer durante 50 anos da sua vida, os mais decididos pensam se realmente querem fazer aquilo durante 50 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Mais difícil do que estas decisões é a decisão que alguns têm de tomar, deixando tudo para trás: família, amigos, namorada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia acordamos de manhã e vemos o tempo que passou, o que podíamos ter feito diferente, se de facto valeu a pena vermos aqueles de quem gostamos 1 vez por semana e percebemos quão inúteis somos neste mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a uns meses, quando estiver(mos) na Universidade de Lisboa onde queria(mos), no curso de Direito que tanto queria(mos), vamos (vou) acordar e olhar para o lado e ver que falta lá alguma coisa. Tu vais estar longe, não intoleravelmente longe, mas longe demais para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este período vai ser um duro teste. Um teste que eu não quero fazer e que sei que vou falhar. Sim os outros conseguem, sim os outros não se importam, sim os outros são felizes… (In)felizmente eu sou diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vamos nós aproveitar a vida académica, ir a uma festança, apanhar uma bebedeira para esquecer que não estás ali. No dia a seguir só se fica mais triste por se ver que realmente não estás lá e ainda tens de recuperar da ressaca. Claro que vamos conhecer aqueles que serão provavelmente os nossos melhores amigos, aqueles com quem vamos estar daqui a muitos anos. Mas isso não apaga a dor que se sente por não estares lá, a viver isto comigo, a fazer deste período o melhor da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu tive boas notas.&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu tenho uma boa média.&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu vou entrar onde quero.&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu teria tudo para ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas faltas lá tu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu também sei que vamos superar a distância.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai ser muito difícil e doloroso para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta pedir que estes anos sejam bem aproveitados, mas que passem rápido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Atenção às críticas… Esta é a minha estreia… Nao sejam maus ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062852620515639712-4641406978901389271?l=momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4641406978901389271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/universidade-o-melhor-periodo-da-nossa.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/4641406978901389271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/4641406978901389271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/universidade-o-melhor-periodo-da-nossa.html' title='Universidade: o melhor período da nossa vida?'/><author><name>Guga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07272391203962210289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfjGxkdyp6Q/SlPHM2dwDeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6wSTflwfYvQ/s72-c/DSC04678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062852620515639712.post-1799507072528307313</id><published>2009-06-29T21:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:32:29.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(99, 32, 53);  font-family:Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para mim, todas as pessoas são especiais, importantes e sobretudo, únicas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;É necessário conserva-las e homenagea-las pelo facto de estarem connosco e fazeram parte de nós e da nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Considero-as especiais porque gosto delas, e sinto por elas um grande carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para mim, não são pessoas vulgares. São heróis. Transmitem boas energias por onde passam, e por onde passam deixam a sua marca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mesmo que o não diga ou não demonstre eu sinto que elas sentem aquilo que eu sinto por elas. No entanto, existem pessoas que posso nunca mais as ver...mas, apesar de tudo continuaram sempre a ser especiais, mesmo que não estejam perto de mim. Elas têm o seu brilho em qualquer parte do Mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apesar de tudo, os momentos de pura gargalhada, de boa disposição, de palavras carinhosas, de sentimentos sentidos, tudo o que passamos juntos irá estar sempre presente. Restam apenas saudades, e boas recordações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quanto às outras que continuam presentes e que continuam comigo e me ajudam são aquelas que percebem quando estou feliz e detectam imediatamente quanto me sinto menos feliz. É com elas que partilho todos os momentos, quer bons quer maus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;E elas, também sabem que quando precisarem eu estarei ao lado delas, para as ajudar! Partilhamos a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nada somos se não tivermos estas pessoas, pessoas que se preocupam connosco e com as quais nos preocupamos, pessoas que riem e que choram connosco, pessoas que nos acompanham para sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;A estas pessoas especiais eu considero-as de AMIGOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Obrigada por seres essa pessoa especial, e por fazeres a diferença na minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vais-me fazer falta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Um enorme Beijinho*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1799507072528307313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-mim-todas-as-pessoas-sao-especiais.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/1799507072528307313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/1799507072528307313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-mim-todas-as-pessoas-sao-especiais.html' title=''/><author><name>Andreia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08435911364435583057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/Ski2Ho9C9oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4GMRoHY2Xlw/S220/DSC03642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062852620515639712.post-2129946865650299791</id><published>2009-06-29T13:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:12:12.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Porque será que nunca nos dizem tudo? Crescemos na expectativa de que o mundo é um meio cheio de pessoas boas, de sonhos, de felicidade, de paz, enfim...de que a vida é “ cor-de-rosa”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando somos crianças, contam-nos histórias de encantar como a da Cinderela, e nós interiorizamos inconscientemente um modelo que não existe, porém garante à partida a felicidade eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Com o tempo crescemos, e apercebemo-nos de que os princípios de que nos foram transmitidos em criança não passam apenas de ilusões. Pois, apercebemo-nos de que a vida não é “cor-de-rosa”, de que o mundo não está cheio de pessoas boas, mas também pessoas menos boas, de que existem guerras por motivos um pouco estúpidos, e também de que a felicidade para sempre não existe. Existem sim, momentos felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Crescemos na ilusão de que o mundo é uno e indivisível. Pelo contrário, o mundo em que hoje vivemos transformou-se de tal forma arrogante, egoísta e consumista que fez com que cada um olhasse só para o seu umbigo, não olhando a meios para atingir os fins, que apenas consegue atingir a felicidade com meios pouco lícitos e que pensa que o valor das coisas está naquilo que elas realmente têm, e não pelo que elas são.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Enfim, cada vez mais o Homem se preocupa em ter, ter, ter e ter, em vez de se preocupar em ser. Cada um olha só para si, não olhando ao que está em seu redor, tornamo-nos de tal maneira egoístas, fúteis e gananciosos que nem nos apercebemos o quão mau isso nos faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8062852620515639712-2129946865650299791?l=momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2129946865650299791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-sera.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/2129946865650299791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062852620515639712/posts/default/2129946865650299791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosandfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-sera.html' title='Porque será?'/><author><name>Andreia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08435911364435583057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SUkTsVXuPzs/Ski2Ho9C9oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4GMRoHY2Xlw/S220/DSC03642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
